Life — April 11, 1895 — page 19: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

interested in an article on Egypt, and brought it up to my room to read it to me night before last?” “1-1-1 believe I did.” “It's in my room yet, I know. I saw it this morning and I intended to bring it down to the library. Ethel, I think you'll find it on the bureau in my room. Miss Fosdick made another trip upstairs, and her father maintained a stolid silence during her absence. When she returned she had the missing volume in her hands, Mr. Fosdick took it and began to turn its leaves in silence, as the incident seemed to call for no further comment from him. His wife said nothing, either. She simply thought. Presently there was another impatient exclamation from Mr. Fosdick, “What is it now, dear ?” she asked. “Look at that,” he replied, pointing to a place on the open page. She looked and read this line : “Etna, See A2tna.” William Henry Siviter. “THERE, | AM GETTING WET! THAT'S JUST LIKE YOU MEN; |G OF YOURSELVES!" AT EASTER-TIDE. HE birds carol hymns at Easter-tide, The bells chime through this old world wide, The trees put forth their tender buds, And fashion dons her new spring dud: