Life — March 15, 1900 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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207 was it until early the next morning that he wokc his wife up to tell her: “Remember this, Sally; the next time it begins to snow I want you to lock me up in the garret, orchain mein the cellar, or shut me up ina lunatic asylum, and give the very first man who comes along a dollar, or a hundred dollars, or anything he wants for it, to clean that pavement off before you let me out, Are you sure you'll remember now?” Alex. Ricketts, The Saint and The Tailor ? Maid. (A LENTEN LYRIC ) E was carved in stone, and H ho stood alone High up tn tho altar wall, With a Parian frown, looking coldly down At the sinners, great and small, He was grand and great; but morn and late Ho searched o'er each human face, . For he sought a soul, that his own might dole A portion of its grace. Y Ina stained-glass ray, he saw one day A girl's face glorified As sho knolt in prayer, at the chancel there, And his halo he tipped and sighod, Then low he spoke through the per- fumed smoke As tenderly he looked down, And toned his love, from the niche above, To tho girl In the tallor gown, wie HABE. Sioa With a dainty car, sho bent to hear Through the orgin's throbbing dim, And a wild rose blush mado her swoot face flush - 7 s If-gatt . As she guvo one glance at him, gutter, scraped the shovelful outof the shovel, enjoying the self-satisfaction “Ob, Suint,” she said, as she bowed her shovel with the side of his foot. which a well-won victory yields, and head, As this first shovelful was only a gloating and cxulting over having finished 10) gia only «footie mald, sumple ot all the succeeding shovelfuls, the job without collapsing, when a “And I hardly dare even look up there, it wasn't very long before Mr. Moren- _ policeman sauntered up. “ For of Buints fam afraid 1" stout was wringing wet with perspiration,‘ Here, you,” said the officer, severely, panting like an overloaded locomotive, |‘ whatcher mean by throwin’ that snow Girl—tusb, tueh | and had such a pain in his back that it in the gutter? D’yer wanter back the «Keer T bave'to tall; was simple agony to straighten up to water up an’ flood the whole street? “It is but a chance that I do not dance wipe the sweat out of his eyes. Buthis Get ter work now an’ clean that gutter “With the rest of the boys in—well— blood was up, and he would have died out, an’ be quick about it.” “Where the red-hot stones grill up the rather than own himsclf defeated. So Ido not know how much it takes to bones shovelful after shovelful was painfully salve the wounded dignity of a police “And sauter tho soul about. and laboriously deposited in the gutter officer who has been knocked down with “Through my life's short span, IT was until the heart-breaking task was com- asbovel. I do know, however, that all only a man, ” pleted. the rest of the day Mr. Morenstout re. “* But they never found me out! Mr. Morenstout stood leaning on his mained buried in profound thought. Nor Kate Masterson, (Soctat Oxtracism for Trust Presidents.) “SAY, CIIMMIZ, DON'T YER BLACK HIS BOOTS, HE'S OSTHICH-SIZKD." Then tho Saint said: “ Hush — Little comicbooks.com