Penny Dreadfuls, 1901 · page 333 of 400
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ON THE DISADVANTAGES OF ELECTRIC LIGHT. 323 ‘Every chap with a bit of spirit bust occasiodally,” said Mr. Betstein. ‘But how was I to guess that the youg wobad would cut up rough ?”’ _ “Somebodys have been blaying a yoke down in you, Betstein, mein fren,” said the Hamburg gentleman. ‘“ Thot young ting has been all square married all ze times.” “I tell you what is well knowd,” said Mr. Betstein. ‘She is do bore barried to hib thad I abto her. I give you by word of hodder as a gettlebad that I broke the thig to her asa gettlebad should. I said,‘ I’b id love with you at first sight, by dear, ad as I’b a bisidess bad, I probise to cub dowd hadsobe. So dabe your figure; I’b a bad of hodder,’ I added, ’ad dever let boney stad in the way of love.’ Those were by words.” “Ves, they were fair and straightforward,” said one of the audience. ‘She would have nothing to complain of, unless you were mistaken at the outset. If she isn’t mar- ried allsquare, how could she comehere? There you are.” “How? Well, you are ad outsider dot to dow that thigs dowadays are very different frob what they were whed we were youg, Bordecai. Why, the people they allow idto respectable society id these days would have bade our fathers ad bothers blush. If a bad or wobad is coddected with ady fad—eved baking light of so sacred a thig as bar- riage, they will be adbitted idto the best society.” “Dos is ver differently to us in Hamburg,” said the German. ‘‘In Hamburg ve have yet ze ver best society zat may be had in all through Europe. No more cigarette forme. I go tomake my vay out. Come ’long,” ‘‘TDot be—dot be,” said Betstein. ‘I have do barticular wish to fide byself in frot of ad iddigdat husbad. I bead to stay here till the dager 1s past. I’ll be the last to leave the ship.” After a few jocularities, Mr. Betstein’s friends went off, and Mr. Betstein was left alone—as he thought. Gomichbooks (eC)