The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1876-03-30
SackliDg u Frenchmans' Lanai age ana
BEING Tackled In Return.
From the Fayetteville y. C. Gazette.l

From the Fayetteville n. C. GAzette.l
He was one of those peripatetic nui
sances that roam over the country, ruin
ing peoples scizzors and turning tinepoc
| ket-knivcS into crosscut saws He had
been shot so often that he walked lop-
sided. wore blue cotton handkerchief
with white spots around his forehead UNI
der his hat, and was leariully dirty, He
set down his grindstonein front OF Jones
store, on Hay street, with weary sigh
and walked back to the Office, saying as
he approached Jones
Good evening, Meester, Knives t.
grind Meester2'
Now, Jones and his wife have recently
been studying French; they expect to g
to the Centennial, and, knowing tina
there will be great many Frenchmer
there, they wish to be prepared, 1t is
astonishing, too what progress they
have made. At the table if Jones
enunciates the word suc,e, sncrr, sucre
two or three times, pointing at the same
time to the bowl his wife hands him
that article. 1t is very delightful to them
both, and is besides, instructive to the
children
SO when this itinerant Gaul SHAMELESS
in and spoke, Jones straightway recog-
lied the peculiar accent of his native
tongue, as it were, and he determined to
to open the hoodgates of Ollendorf. He
was sorry, too, for this poor outcast, who
looked so wretched and was doubtless
alone and friendless in strange land.
Polly VOC Fransay?' said Jones, with
winning smile. :,
"Ah oui, oui, monsieur; knites to grind,
Aleester?, and dark flush stained the
swarthy cheek of the Frenchman
through the dirt, and his dull eye lighted
up as if the familiar words had brought
him vision of his beautiful France be-
yond the seas or as though his soul had
caught breath of perfume from the
waving fields of fair Lorraine. The
next moment he kind of shivered, and
spit YEARLY into one of Jones over
shoes
Jones Strengthened himself up, and
began: "Combeean vooly voo--ah--an--
charger moi|
"Ah, mon dieul yot you mean by dat,
eh2'
Jones tried again; "Combeean-how
much you know-charge moi.me' l.
ur-pour-sharpene mon knlfel
"Oh! sacre damn! The devil and Tom
Walker! Vat you 60 sayY cried the ex-
cited Frenchman, in an ecstasy oil I'M
patience and bewilderment
Jones was thoroughly discomfited he
was angry at having his Ollendorf SC,
misconstrued, and his French throwed
back on his hands in such style 30
he said severely:
"You Frenchman? Why, you don't
understand the language you are nh
| impostor." :,
dVatl me? an impostarc? Never shall
take oat, you see. Not onder st'ino
de French? all but yes! | will give you
blows of &c feest, and you con charge
them in your ledgare, vas you call II
An impostare. be care" And the
belligerent knife grinder danced about
the office, upsetting tables and chairs
and treating Jones to the most approved
specimens of iisticuff, as practiced by
Bazaines army in Metz and all the
while he kept up running fire OF inter
roqatories made up of Jones vocabulary
"Sacre blue / viii skarpener you
nose and it shall cost you holdings
Combion will you wish to havel how
do YOU like this style of the French
Ell? Oh, damnl'
Two or three customers entering a
this moment were amazedto behold
couple of figures wildly grating abou
amid a cloud of dust, papers, and tn
choicest North Carolina and Partisan
oaths all iumbled together The com
batants we're separated, the knife-grin
der being placed in an in verted position y
ON the curbstone while Jones went V