Life — December 4, 1897 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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LOVE IN A “ POURTH-PLOOR-BACK ” band’s cheek. “Oh, Jack—dow't ask me!” whispered the young woman, The lieutenant all his fear in his interest in the affair of the new generation, and, materializing himself to an almost translucent he pointed to the mistletoe over their heads and cried: “Look above her head, you young fool! 1 an old trick of the family!” And, vanishing with a violent effort, the two ghosts escaped to the Other World. Galt Burgess, pectre forge THE SPREAD OF AN “NOW, CHARLES ALOUSTUS, DON'T YOU OPEN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN TO-DAY! Marked Improvement. ODD: Is your wife conva’ Nome sme i om Toop: Yes. She is strong enough to keep another servant ing ¢ getting IDEA. 1 WANT You DISTINCILY TO UNDERSTAND THAT J WILL DO THE CROWING FOR THIS FAMILY IN THE FUTURE!” IS PAR SUPERIOR TO LOVE-IN-A-COTTAGE POR TESTING THE UND’ The Trickster. ITH. trembling cheeks A gentle child for shelter seeks, A pleasing, sad-eyed, little ehit he lips and tear-wet “Sweet Pity, welcome guest thou art!” L ery and open wide my beart When lo! my wits fly helte Look, and, freed from Pity’s guise, I see a boy with laughi ; “Tis Love himself I'v Ellix Marker Butler, Paid Upon Publication. NOW was on the ground, ice on the waters, frost in thi ; also cold wind with teeth in it, and all the rest of it, It was the 24th of December. Likewise Christe e. Hortense and Eloise Smith were sitting, disconsolate, upon the floor of their poor little room in the attic of a large tenement in a great city. If this were fiction instead of fact, their name would have been some- thing else than Smith, Hortens¢ and Eloise were orphans be-