River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1875-10-01

shouting and singing the Marseilaise,
ere constantly passing the street.
ID Orley was in the Garden Of the Tuiller-
les, to fight for the King, or his bread and
soup, which was the same thing.
The folio wing day the Fauborg sof ST.
Antoine poured forth its hordes, and the
bloody work commenced which ended in
the King fleeing to England. Monsieur
ID Orley followed the royal train.
Six months later and Mr.. Talbot, Kate
and Yates, having satisfied their curiosity
by visiting the usual resorts on the con-
tinent, came 20 London to embark for
home. Rodney Yates was now extreme
ly happy, having been accepted by Miss
Talbot, the marriage to take place soon
after their arrival in the United States.
They were one day riding in Hyde
Park, when Kate pulled him quickly by
the sleeve and desired him to look an.
other way. There was poor Monsieur
DOrley peddling some French pamphlets,
and looking very seedy and distressed.
unfortunate man " sighed Kate
''what can we do for him :"
'Send him some money, | suppose, -
replied Yates. "He will find that more
acceptable than any boon you can bestow,
except it be your hand ard fortune" and
/ he laughed.
'For shame" said Miss Talbot; "have
you no pity 7"
"I'll show YOU" replied Yates. and he
stopped the carriage, telling Kate he
would soon join her. Hurrying back he
found D'0rley, who received him with
shrug Of the shoulders.
"'Tis only the turn Of fortune" ex-
claimed Yates, as he attempted to encour-
age the poor fellow. Here, take this, it
may tighten your load Of care" and he
| slipped a roll of bank bills in his hand.
D'Orley received the gift with pro-
found sense Of gratitude and half.dozen
grimaces, and they saw him no more.
But year later Mr.. Talbot received a
letter from the polite royalist, stating
| that he was once more in beloved Paris,
and under the new Kings patronage, and
would be happy to welcome his friends
should they ever again visit Paris.
Rodney and Kate were married. and
too comfortably settled to think of cross.
ing the ocean again, and never had the
pleasure of meeting Mons. D'0rley REIN
stated in his glory.
AN ASTHlIATTC CASE IN THE DE-
TROIT POLICE COURT.
free Press.l
He was fat man, almost as wide as
the corridor door, and as he came out one
one Of the newsboys whispered:
"What sinker he'd make for fish
line -
"Your name is Rufus jackson, is it p
asked the court.
"Yes-certainly- course my name s
Rufus Jackson wheezed the fat man in
reply.
"And you bail from Milwaukee 2"
"Why. ycs-certainly. Lived there
twenty.eight years.
"And you were drunk last night q
mo, sir no, sir--I deny the charge in
t0tdn. Never was more astonished in
my life, sir. Perhaps you have taken me
for some one else"
perhaps | have, Mr.. jackson, but if
you weren't drunk how came you to be
lying fiat on the walk, hat in the gutter,
satchel in the street, and your feet spread
all over And when the officer raised
you up. Mr.. jackson, you plainly and
distinctly exclaimed: Zon't g'way an
lemme 'lone III knock er head CTR
Would a sober man make such re.
mark z"
"May it please the court" wheezed
the fat man, IL am victim Of asthma
was born of honest parents, and my life
has been one long epoch Of respecta bility.
| am fat. I'd give the world to be leal..
I,,4 4 h. I
can skip and gambol, while must creep.
| can't sing. | can't whistle. | am an
enthusiastic politician. but can't boiler
for the candidates on my ticket. IL l try
to, my voice merely makes sound like
wind sobbiug through corrugated stove.
pipe elbow. This asthmais killing me by
inches. The doctor says | may
live to see Strawberries come again. but be.
yond that dare not hope. Last night as
| came into your beautiful city was seiz.
ed with a faintness and fell down, and
if tho officers had not found me should
likely have been robbed and murdured.
am indeed gieately obliged, and can't
close my remarks without complimenting
the efficient police of your handsome and
orderly city.
Fat man from Milwaukee, said the
court as the prisoner paused, "once ! was
! like q child. | looked at things as a
/ child. ] believed every story and state.
ment, and my heart was free from sus-
picion. Men took advantage Of me; wo-
men deceived me with their crocodile
teers...I felt sad for the men who cut
their hair close and bet their money on
dog fights. have changed, Mr. Jack.
son. The lamb has become a cougar
That was good speech of yours, but
can't part company until you hand the
clerk a ten dollar bill ~
The prisoner smiled sadly, paid tbs
money and was not long getting out o.
doors.
GOOD ENOUGH FOR HOME.
When | met Matte Simmons at hei
cousins in Philadelphia, last winter,
| thouuht her ono If tho upategt Urettipgt