The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-01-11
A Friend OF ssUnser Fritz"


Mr.. Henry Sauer, a genial German,
keeps saloon at No s Grand street,
Brooklyn. The surest way to his SYM
pathies is to recite the glories achieved
by Bismarck and Kaiser Wilhelm in the
late Franco-Pr uSsian war. A recent
occurrence, however, has soured his
hitherto guileless affection for his Illus
trious fellow-countrymen
About two weeks ago burly German
with big scar on his neck entered the
clearinghouse and applied for two
weeks lodging. II have Just come
from Germany" he told the worthy
proprietor, land am on my way to Cali
fornia. Do you see this scar? Donner-
wetter, but laid out the rascal OF q
Frenchman who gave me that,''
"You were in the Franeo-Prussian
warp asked Mr.. Sauer, at once inter
ested.
WAS Ip From the time the first
shot was fired to our triumphant entry
into Paris! fought at Weisenbourg.
Gravelotte, Sedan, everywhere. How
did I get this SCARF At Gravelotte a
Frenchman drew his sword on Unser
Fritz. | see the danger, spring to the
rescue of the Grown Prince, aud receive
the thrust in my neck. The blood
squlrted up so as to almost blind me,
but | up with my needle-gun, take aim,
and bang the Frenchman lies dead at
my feet"
THAT was heroic act, mein freund, y
exclaimed the enthusiastic landlord;
''you take drink"
"Oh, that was nothing" continued
the hero, wiping the froth from his lips
with his sleeve. cat Sedan I received
the commission from Moltke himself to
capture Napoleon. With detachment
of ten trusty men I crept in the dead
of night into the enemy's camp. We
throttled the sentinels and were already
before the house where the French En-
peror was sleeping, when the Uert1uchte
Turkos sprang on us with their scimi-
tars and chopped off the heads of all my
companions. Luckily, | escaped with
only this scar.''
Some of the bystanders suggested that
the hero had but just now declared that
he had received the scar at Gravelotte,
but the patriotic landlord frowned upon
their hints as traitorous, and babe the
valiant stranger continue.
"That was tough, but even that was
mere child's play to what encountered
when lay in the trenches before Paris.
The Commune had been declared, and
the Communists, having defeated their
own National Guard, made a sortie
on us and captured me with q num-
Der of my comrades. Wewere brought
to the Place DIES Greves, where
Archbishop Darboy had just been shot
by Megy, and it was ordered that we
should all be dynamited. had to wit
ness with my own eyes my comrades
one by one blown to pieces by those
demons of women, the petro .euses.
Finally my turn came. Already l saw
the hand-bomb filled with nitro-glycer-
inc raised to be dashed at me, when our
brave troops made their final attack on
the city. Every one rushed off and !
was alone. l made my way to the
scene of combat, and before I could re-
gain our lines was stabbed in the neck
here by one of our own people. You
can still see the scar" -
''Mein freund and brudder," enthusi-
astically interrupted Mr.. Sauer, utterly
oblivious to the fact that the same
wound had been received on three
separate occasions, 'you shall lodge
with me. Everything in my house is
yours"
The military stranger took him at his
word, After living like lord for two
weeks. he yesterday morning decamped
with fifteen dollars in money and an
overcoat. Since his disappearance Mr..
Sauer, who does not even know his
name, has discovered that his lodger
has been all over Brooklyn telling the
same stories, showing the wound, get
ting credit for his lodging, and then
leaving with whatever he could lay his
hands on.
''Dot vas fine coundryman, aind
id?" pathetically asked Mr.. Sauer, as
he reported the circumstances to the
police. N. Y. World.