Life — April 6, 1905 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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before that he could have entertained such a feeling toward any human being. Finally he came to the corner of the street where he was to take a car. Several passed by and didn’t stop. The motormen gazed at him unfcel- ing) At last one stopped to let some pas- sengers off. The conductor grasped him by the arm. “Here, you !"" he exclaimed. * Don't block up the entrance.» Now, say, you can’t put t thing down here, Take it up front. Von Blumer turned white, green and blue with concentrated rage. At this moment a passenger struggling to get off pressed against the corner of the box. The slender tape he was holding it by broke. With a precipi- tate swoop he grabbed it in both arms, “*Let me off, you villain !'’ he cried to the conductor. That individual smiled grimly. “Glad to get rid of you!'’ he said sardonically. Von Blumer, his arms_ stretched around the box, jumped off, and went to the corner, where he slammed it down, and wiping the perspiration from his brow, looked in in for a cab, There was none in sight, so after once more gathering together his strength, he walked on for several squares, and finally captured a hansom. In the twenty minutes that it took him to get home his rage, instead of growing less, accumulated. Calm with an unnatural frenzy, be flung his arge down on the hall floor. Mrs. Von Blumer was waiting for him, her face wreathed in smiles. “ You darling !"" she cried. “It was so good of you! I shall never forget it, Never mind all the trouble you had." While she talked she took off the cover of the box, and with the skill of a professional opening an oyster, she deftly robbed it of its contents. Then as she gazed at the thing she drew forth, her face turned pale. ‘It's the wrong hat !"" she shrieked. “This is not what I ordered. They've made a mistake. I tried this one on and told them I wouldn't take it. You must go back and change it.” A Spring Song. (ATER PRANK STANTON.) 4 TES? to love you—that’s enough, Sort o' lazy-like an’ dream, ‘onderin’ if ways is rough For you—or if happy seem ! Wishin’ I could plant a rose Bloomin’ pretty in your way, Softenin’ the breeze that blows Where your wanderin' footsteps stray ! Jes! to kneel at night alone Lookin’ up there at the stars, Like a captive walled in stone Pekin’ through the prison bars, Do the angels listen now When you don't know what to say ? And the thought of you -somehow Blurs up heaven—any way ! + Jes’ to hear a little song Softly hummin’ in the air, Laughin’, lovin’ all day long, Music goin’ everywhere ; ‘eet as honey in a hive, Life is like a dream come true. Good enough to be alive Livin’ in the world with you 1” Kate Masterson, Von Blumer gazed at her with the light playful smile of the mania “Let me tell you something,” he sneered.‘ To-c madam, in a mo- ment of hopeless idiocy, I consented to make an ass of myself. I want to say right now that I wouldn't suffer over in what I have suffered to-day, if ad to go bareheaded all the days You'll take this hat or you of your life. nothing.” Mrs. Von Blumer patted back her hair, and with an air of supreme satis- faction, put the hat on her head and stood back and admired herself in the mirror. “Oh, very well, my dear, ied if you are. she said. You know s hat is fifty dollars and the other was twenty-five, and the only reason I told them I wouldn't take this was because I thought you couldn't afford it.” AN EASTER LAY. MY MA SHE NEVER SPOILS st FU NOR SCOLDS ME FOR THE THINGS I'VE DONE ; AN’ WHEN [STAY OUT MALE THE NIGHT, MY MA SHE THINKS IT'S JUST ALL RIGHT; AND IF 1 PLEASED I'D STAY OUT LATER, "CAUSE MA — SHE'S JUST AN INCUBATOR. comicbooks.com