Life — September 15, 1904 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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262 A Possibility of the Present. TT Beau- tiful Woman proudly defied Time who stood before her, his long scythe threat- eningly upraised. “Put down that weapon," she said, with calm scorn, “T fear you not.” Overwhelmed with astonishment, the old man slowly “lowered his terri- ble, gleaming blade. “You do not fear me!" he gasped “That is because you do not _ compre- hend my power, Know then, that one touch of my finger would wither your bloom, make you old and withered and bent.”” She smiled a faint, superior smile. “Why, from the beginning of year he continued, with growing irritation, “‘women have shuddered at my very approach, See how fair you are— your lithe, young figure, your blooming face, your bright eyes and pearly teeth. ‘Twas buta or two ago that Nature came weeping to me and besought me to spare you. She said that she con- sidered you one of her masterpieces.” “Really! Her solicitude on my behalf is quite uncalled for. I,”’ with haughtily raised head, ‘tam indebted to Nature for nothing but my skeleton.”” “But your varied charms, your manifold beauties—”’ cried Time. “Those I owe to Art,” she answered. ‘And they are not only adjustable, but renewable. Now do you under- stand why I defy you?” Mrs. Wilson Woodrow. Modern Improvements. ae RS. PACER is having her home completely refurnished.”” “Everything new?" “Yes. Even toa husband.” eo DARING. Ih sion to make. Young Wimbledon and his wife had just returned from their honey- moon, As they stood in their beautiful little apartment, with its spick and span appearance, Wim- bledon, seated in a comfortable armchair, with a good cigar, was expressing by every gesture his perfect satisfaction with every- thing in general. Mrs. Wimbledon, as she spoke, came over and took her husband's hand in hers, ‘t You won't mind, will you, dear," she continued, “if I tell you something I think you ought to know? The fact is, Tam not what you think I am." Wimbledon started. “Not what I think you are,” he repeated. ‘‘Impossible! As if I didn’t know that you are the de est and sweetest girl in all the world.” Wimbledon half-closed his e: and watched the curling smoke “Do you know, my dear,” he said, ‘the best thing about you is your domesticity? You are just a simple, sv little woman, who doesn't know it all."” Mrs. Wimbledon timidly held his hand. “«My dear,” she said, ‘that is what my confession is about. In our long courtship I have care- fully avoided any of those subjects that might have been calculated to excite your suspicion. But now I might as well tell you that Iam really an educated woman. I can speak three languages, am satu- rated with German opera, know Herbert Spencer by heart, have made a thorough study of social- ism, transcendentalism, the higher philosophy, education and biol- ogy.” The stricken man beside her buried his face in his hands. “Ob, why,” he cried, “did you not tell me this before?’ And his trembling wife replied : ‘Alas, dearest! I did not dare! I knew if I did that you would never marry me."" T. M. Mist Gertie Graduate (the righter of her sex'e terongs): AMy THERE'S A POOR GIRL CLERK BEING KET IN FOR SOME PETTY OFFENCE. 1 WILL RELEASE HER “DoN'T LOSE YOUR MEAD, BUT FOLLOW ME.” Before and After Taking. OCTOR QUACKLEY: Ah, um, you the medicine I prescribed hasn't stopped the chills! Did you shake well before taking ? Dum : Yes, and afterwards, too, comicbooks.com