Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1870-03-03
L loved him. He was always good. He is
good now"

1 loved him. He was always good. He is
good now"
Taking up fragmento of his late brother
in law, the King tsok bite, and then gszed
long and pensively upon the remainder,
till by-and-by the muscles of his mouth
began to twitch with emotion, and presently
two or three great tears welled from his
eyes and coursed down his cheeks. Then,
in q choking voice, he murmured:
'.Alas. they have fried him r.
/ laid down the breast bone of the de-
ceased and burst into tears also. Such is
the sympathetic power of grief. 1t was
nothing to me whether they fried him or
boiled him; it was nothing to me how this
poor foreigner was cooked; was only eat
ing him out of vain curiosity. and not be-
cause loved him. not because / respected
him, not because wished TO curry favor
with his relatives. Yet wept
They have fred him." said the King
'Alas, poor Galtier. However, let US cheer
up, let US be content But i will have my
cook for breakfast for this-and / will fry
him, and see how he likes it. There is
nothing like sharp example, to teach q
man, not friend. But don't be idle, sir
take some more fried Frenchman. ought
to be ashamed to offer you such dish. but
you see how / am situated. He ought to
have been baked-this fellow ought. We
always bake Frenchman-we never think
of frying him. But wish you had known
this fellow-so kind, SO gentle, so loving,
and you see yourself how tender he is.
But that Williams business-I wish you
would straighten that up for me when you
go back to America If your people could
only know tie facts in the case, they
would not blame me. 1t is little
hard. after have spent all these years in
building up a good name, to have it all
knocked in the head by this shabby ad-
venturer. Now. what he called 'hideous
revel, and a feast of DEVILS and all sorts
of vile and wicked names, was nothing in
the world, l give you my sacred honor. but
a simple barbecue seventeen old crippled
natives, no account under the sun, just an
expense to the community. and fricaseed
them to give a little treat to some visiting
town chiefs (Aldermen you call them in
your country, who were here for day or
two from Wonga Island. Feast of devils,
indeed Feast of dried up, skinny old rap
scallions that the island is thousand times
better off without, and am sure it was
honorable in as to be hospitable to those
strangers. Though between you and
me it was an awful swindle on them
tough, oh, don't mention it more cholera
morbus and indigestion and general suffer
ing among those chiefs. you never saw the
like of it in your hfei Now, Twain. you
see how much truth there was in Williams
statements-all that row about nothing
You can set this thing right in your coun-
try-you can do it easy-simply just ex-
plain the facts and ahvthing l can do Tor
TIL do
Send me a copy of your weekly. can't
read il, but little literature can't hurt
man, anyhow. Cesar's ghost r' -
"Oh Heavens what is the matter, your
Gracious Majesty"
''Oh, misery, Oh, murder, Oh, despera
tionl'
''Oh ,ohat is it, Your Imperial Majesty
I beseech you"
He had sprung to his feet, and his fixed
eyes were staring wildly at the fried meat
before him.
''Oh my brain reels This hair French
mans hair? There must be some mistake!
A horril suspicion bursts upon mel Alb,
what IS this I see?-this thing ?-this
Accusing mark! A strawberry on the left
drm!--it is, it is, my long lost brotherl"
Alas. it was even so. 1t was his long-lost
brother-what was left of him. Poor, poor
fellow, he was only fit to be shoveled into a
basket and given to the poor, now. The
King fell to the door insensible. He grew
worse and worse, and the next day his re-
moval to the country was ordered. Many
sympathizing relatives and friends follow ed
the palanquin and did what they could to
alleviate the sufferings of their unhappy
sovereign.
1t turned out afterward that the sweet
heart of the Frenchman had made a sur
reptitious exchange OF marketing in the
Kings kitchen before daylight on the fatal
day. She had bought the Kings brother
from wandering tribe that belonged in the
great wilderness at the other end of the
island. She bought him purposely to make
that exchange, though of course she did
not know who he was. The girl and the
Frenchman escaped from the island in a
canoe that very night, and were happily
married, or drowned, don't know which
I would have liked to taste that French
man