Life — January 14, 1904 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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44 *LIPE « humanitarian journal. If you paint—a water-color sketch would be acceptable to a charity bazaar. If you lecture—the ‘Sons of the Soil,’” or the ‘ Daughters of Demosthenes"? would be glad to pay your car-fare to a mouldering village on the Potomac, aud hear you speak upon some ongenial theme.’’ All these pe like them, beg unblashingly because they beg coll vely s individuals, they would hesitate to snatch your scanty coins, or your still scantier leisure; but, as organizations, they have neither pity nor shame. We know from Mr, Weller how the “ Beggar's Petition,” when printed on a bit of calico, was transformed into a *t moral handker- chief,’ for the enlightenment of the infant negroes in tho West Indies. Some such mysterious transformation is held to take place to-day, when the ‘ Beggar's Petition ’’ is sent forth under the seal of a society. Agnes Repplier. It Pleased Her. YELL me what you really think about me.” As she spoke, Geraldine Jugson looked anxiously into the eyes of Clarence Calliper. “T want you to be honest with me,” she said.‘ This world is so deceptive, and it is so hard to find out the truth. Tell me what I really am—if you can.” “T think Ican, dear,” said Clarence, taking her hand in his, “and I will endeavor to be more than frank. Tean appreciate thoronghly how ur The Empress of China : WWat 18 THAT sTRANGE Noise tMEART The Minister of the Interlor sre 1s THe pot "PING OUT OF THE NEW YORK stock MARKET, YOUR MAsESTY. you feel. In the midst of a world of artificiality, you are tired of the false, and wish to test my sincerity. Well, then, listen. Icannotsay that youare the most beautiful woman I ever have seen. The Venns of Milo, I think, in some respects outranks you. So far as your disposition goes, [know that you are not perfect. It is true that I have never actually seen you ruffled, but I can imagine that under some circumstances you might be out of temper. I suppose, also, that some girls are more stylish than you. I have never seen any one who is, but my obser- vation has been limited, and it is, of course, possible that in intellectual bril- liance others may surpass you. I don't doubt that all this may be so. Do you mind my being so frank? I'm not hurting your feelings, am I, dear?" She put her delicate hand upon his arm. ON THE HONEYMOON, “No, indeed !”" she replied earnestly. “WHAT Is THE MATTER, DEAR? ARE YOU ANGRY? NAVEL DONE ANYTMINo To DIsPLAsE YOU? « T cannot begin to tell you how glad I WON'T YOU SPEAK TO MEY poN'T YoU LovE MEY” a e sto She (in @ whleper); MADLY, DEAR, RUT 1 WANT PEOPLE TO THIXE WE nave nxex sannixp 9M to find one man at last who dares to souk TIME—A NUMBER OF YEARS tell me the whole truth about myself. comicbooks.com