The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1870-04-05

him ar boiled him i was nothing So
me hos this poaf foreigner was cooked, J,
WAS oaly eating hlm eut q vain
curiosity. aud not beeause ! loved BIN,
uol because respected HIM BOT be-
cause wished % curry favor with bis
rejatyos Ytt ] wept
They have fined bin said the
king Ala. poor Gsuluer Howey.
cr. itt us cheer up let us be content
Bat Will have my cook fer breakfast
for thls and / vii fg Aup, and see
how he likes It. There IS nothing Ike
sharp yample 70 teach man. nay
friend But don't be Idle. sir take
some more Of the flsd Egenchman /
ought 10 be ashamed % offer you such
a dish. bat you see bow ! am situated,
He ought to have been baked-this
fellow ought We always bake
Frenchman I'VE never think Of frying
him. But / wish you had known this
fellow so kind, SO gentle, so loving,
aud YOU see yourself how tender he is.
But that Williams business i wish
YOU would straighten that up for me
when you 90 back TO America. II your
people could only know the facts 10 the
case, they would not blame me. Il is a
little hard, after haye spent all these
years IN building up good name, to
have il all knocked IN the head by this
shabby adrenturer Now what lie calls
hideous reyel, and feast Of devils,
and al sorts Of vile and wicked names
was nothing il the world, | give YOU
my sacred honor, but simple barbecue
seventeen old crippled natives, no
account under the sun, just an expense
to the community, and ! fricasseed
them TO give little treat to some visit
ing town chiefs, Aldermen you call
them in your country who We're here
for day or two from Womga Island
Feast Of devils, indeed Feast of
dried-up, skinny old rapsealhons that
| the island is thousand times better
off without, and I am sure it was hon
orable in us to be hospltable 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 suffering among those chiefs,
gou never saw the like OF it in your
life Now, Twain, vou see how much
truth there was in Williams state
ments pail that row about nothing.
You can set this thing right in your
country you can do it easy simply
lust explain the facts-and anything /
can do for you, I'll do it-you can de-
pend on NE. Send me copy Of your
weekly. / can't read it, but little
literature cant hurt man, anyhow,
Caesars ghost
"Oh Heavens what is the matter,
your gracious majesty?
"Oh, misery, Oh, murder, Oh, dos,
peration !"
"Oh ,chat is it, your imperial majes
| ty? 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 Q
Frenchman's S hair There must be some
mistake A hor'id susp'ion bursts upo1
me! All what is this ! see this thing
accusing mark 4 s ratcberry on the ief
arm!-it is, it is, my long-lost brother!
Alas, it was even So 1t was his long
lost bro:her-what was left of him =
| Poor, poor fellow he was only fit to b.
shoyeled into basket and given to tht
poor, now. The king fell to the foo
lnsensible. He grew worse and worse
and his removal to the country was or
dered Many sympathizing relatives
and friends followed the palanquin anC
did what they could to alleviate the suf
ferings of their unhappy soyereigns.
1t turned out afterward that tn
sweetheart Of the Frenchman hat
made surreptitious exchange OF mark
citing in the kings htcnen before day
light on that fatal day. She had bough
the kings brother from wandering
tribe that belonged in the great wilder
ness at the other end OF the island. Sh
bought him purposly to make tina
exchange, though Of course she did no
know who he was. The girl and th
: Frenchman escaped from the island j
canoe that very night and were hap
PLY married Or drowned, don't kno'
which. would have liked to taste tha
Frenchman.