Life — November 30, 1899 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Too Much. S° protty and dainty was Nan It was sad that her studies began, But sho wished to bo wise, Perhaps even to riso To u level with cleverer man, Sho studied and labored In vain, Till at length sho was driven insane, ‘Twas the awful rosult Of an antepenult On a weary ono-syllable brain, A Domestic Episode. When he got home that night she con- fronted him at the door, and he gasped with horror, She was not dressed for dinner, and she had ono arm in a sling. Both thumbs wero done up in huge band- ages. Thero was a towel tled around her tousted head and a cut over one of her eyes, Tho odor of liniment was heavy on tho air. “ For heaven's sake what bas happened?” ho asked. Without a word she led the way Into the little drawing room, Over the cushioned couch Oriental draperies had been disposed artistically with spears and armor, forming a beautiful, cosy corner. A lamp, burning dimly, hung in the conter, “T putit up myself to-day,” shosald, “I had grown tired waiting for you to do it, and tho decorators wanted fifty dollars,” Me seated himself luxuriously among tho pillows. “ How onearth did you manage it alone?” ho asked, with exaggerated admiration and. wonder. He knew just how it was done. Ho had always had to put it up himself before this, “Oh, just a pleco of lead pipo, a fow tacks: and a paper of pins,” she said, simply yet proudly, “I only fell off the stepladder twice.” Thore were almost tears in his volco when he spoke, It really touched him to foo her standing there bandaged like a LIFE TIME: arch SPACE saunis ONE MONTH DIAGRAM OF A MODERN COURTSHIP ANO MARRIAGE, broken-down raco horse. Besides that, no ono know how ho had dreaded the task of putting it up himself. “Ah—" ho said, “whon will we mon realizo what a priceless treasure we gain when wo win the love of a truo woman!" No stretched his arms affectionately towards her, and tho entire thing collapsed about bis head with a crash. Kate Masterson. HERE is doubt in the minds of a good many well-intentioncd persons in New York State whether our State Board of Charities is as efficient as it should be, and whether Controller Roberts, of Albany, who is active in cheese-paring and making outcry about mismanagement of State charitics, is fit for his job, There are those who affirm that Mr. Roberts is a penny-wisc person, whose economies are trivial and obstructive, and who has shown himself to be foolish in many important matters. If Mr. Roberts is misplacing his zeal, some friend ought to tell him fo, and if tho State Board of Charities really lacks gumption and practical sense, something ought to be done about it, for it is an important Board, with great power for good or inis- chief. RUDERY is in- decent modesty. The Lady Bug: DRAT IT! OF COURSE 11's COT TO RAIN EVETY WASHTNG DAY! Their Narrow Escape. RS. McGORRY: Oi niver was so froightened in ahl me loifes Sure, dhe car-r-r missed me be less than six inches! McGorry: Av yez hod gone a step farther dhe children wud hov hod astep- mother, The Way of the Schemer. D> FAQUE: If I could get some one to invest a thousand in that scheme of mine, I could make some moncy. Crawrorp: How much could you make? “Why, a thousand.” comicbooks.com