Life — September 26, 1895 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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‘ Tee satlien ss “COME INTO THE GARDEN, Mau,” HIS RUIN. ee hall of the city council was full of enthusiastic women, who cheered aloud as the new mayoress read the law just passed, providing that every woman should bear her own name as well as her husband's, and that every man should be com- pelled to assume his wife's name as a prefix to his own. But among the plaudits of the crowd there were under-cur- rents of protest. Mrs. Montmorency—now Mrs. Boggs- Montmorency—pulled down her veil impatiently. She had married Montmorency mainly to get rid of the name of Boggs, and now—she frowned as she passed out, jostling an old man, who, feebly shaking his head, was muttering to himself: ‘Lost! lost! lost! Hopkinson-Wilber- force-Rotterbottom-Vanderdecken—and only three by six!) No! No!"— his voice rose to a wail. “ What is it?" asked Mrs. Boggs-Montmorency, not unkindly, “Oh, madam,” said the old man, “mock me not with the semblance of sympathy. You and your sisters have done this—the stronger sex, that ever tramples on the weaker. Listen!” and he seized her arm feverishly. “1 am Wrinkler, the soap man. Have you not all seen my name upon the oblong cake that marks the advent of washing day in every home? That name was my trade-mark, my living, my all! And now, now,” his voice rose in shrill anger, “ under your accursed law I am ruined! Four times have I been married —once toa Hopkinson, again to a Wilberforce, then to a Rotterbottom, and now to a Vanderdecken. Ha! ha!” he laughed wildly, ‘ Hopkinson-Wilber- force-Rotterbottom-Vanderdecken-Wrinkler's Soap!—and this upon a three by six cake! It is beyond the power of man, beyond the help of science! 1 am ruined and undone! Lost! Lost! Lost!" And wringing his wrinkled hands, he rushed away, while the applause of the unthinking crowd within still lingered upon the air. P. Leonard. TWO KISSES. HE. ELOW me in the garden there She treads the winding path, And all the world seems newly fair, Such wondrous ways Love hath. Tam not seen: were I to throw A kiss, ‘twould be no harm, Since as the thing she'd never know She could not take alarm. sur. There at the window high he works And with no thought nor care That here amongst the flowers lurks A maid who thinks him fair, Were I to throw a kiss to him Unmaidenly “twould be ; But modesty no need to dim— If he should fail to see. ROTH. Go little kiss to those dear lips And nestle there awhile, . And mayhap at thy gentle sips They'll greet thee with a smile ; Then hasten back and bear with thee Some little echo for me ; Fly, little kiss, fly speedily— HE § Great Scott! The deuce! She / SuelOh my! Oh dear! HeS Richard Stillman Powell. saw me! “ OU say that horse isn’t afraid of anything. Can my wife drive him?” “T don’t know, sir. your wife.” I've never seen “THE ELEMENTS WERE SO MIXED IN MIM THAT NATURE MIGHT STAND UP AN! ALL THE WORLD, THIS tas A MA’ speare,