Life — February 24, 1898 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Au exclamation of joy.” “Yes.” The Devil smiled, “Think of marrying an artist, av artist who spoils paint but never sells; a garret for two, a crust of dry bread, a couple of hungry brats, erying—isn't the picture pleasant® Your father has said it. He would disown you. Your father is an of his word, By the way, the Count has present for you. It cost a prince’s ransom; but he didn’t mind, for the dear fellow knew it would make you outshine all the others. No one could be more generous than he, His palace—why, what are you doing >” ¢ did not reply. She was busy, looting the case on her dresser, They were her je dall her own, She slipped them into the bosom of her gown, placed two wax candles in the window seat, threw a warm cloak about her, and turned to the door, “Make way,” she said, resolutely. The Devil hesitated, and stepped aside. She flew down the stairs like a fairy. The Devil heard the door open; he heard an exclamation of joy; then he heard the door close behind her, She was gone. The Devil scowled, and bit his lip. “Fool!” be muttered, ‘to have lived all these years, and not learned one can’t count on a woman!” securely. -LIFE: The New Bo-Peep. ITTLE BO-PEEP, she lost some sleep, For her stomach would not mind her; From a hospital she Departed in gle And left her stomach behind her, “Serial.” N’S love isa ‘*Short tory ;" woman's, a A LACK of nerve keeps lots of men out of the penitentiary. Settled. Now: My wife told IN inet t wanted peace with her, T would have to resign from my club. Topp: And you are get ting along all right now % ) I'm living at the club.’ It Was Possible. ONE Is it possible fora train-boy to be come president of a road ? Joxes: Yes, if he doesn't reform, “AU, MY FRIEND, RCM BROUGHT YOU HERE, OY COURSE! 1, Colonel Clam in the Soup. T is understood that Colonel Paty dle Clam, who figures prominently in the trial of Emile Zola at Paris, is ; a distant connection of the well- «& known American, Captain Paty de Oyster. It would appear, however, from M. Zola’s grave charges against Colonel Paty, that he belongs to the hard clam family. and not to the soft branch so familiar to New Yorkers, At any rate, he is ina great stew, ated may eventually land in the soup. T. DeWitt Talmage. TEP up, jadies and gentlemen, and view this monumental aggregation nd masterful mélange of megacephalic attractions. A marvelous circus, tin horns, brass bands, together with in- numerable side shows, here on exhibition, Nothing like it on this continent. Three rings all going at once. Pay your moncy and there is no choice. Dr. Talmage is the succes of a lucrative Sermon Syndicate, and in- cidentaily preaches. He is therefore not only a Scribe, but a Pharisee. At his birth there were attendant three good fairies—Good Taste, Refinement, and True Modesty. They gazed at him silently fora brief interval, and discreetly withdrew. TOO, USED TO DRINK, BUT FOR TEN YEARS NOT A DROP OP LIQUOR HAS PASSED MY LiPs—" GOT TROUBLES OF ME OWN ME, PARD, BUT T DON'T WANT TO HEAR NO HARD-LUCK STORY Now. ve comicbooks.com