Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1896-11-19

to the fact that high air is considered
thinning" Victor Emmanuel in
time grew inconveniently stout He
had an odd shooting attendant named
Giuseppe, to whom he appealed on one
occasion: Giuseppe, they say I've
grown fat. Is 1t true?" Giuseppe and
the king had travelled far from the
rest Of the shooting party and Gu
seppe was supplying the place of the
kings valet at the final halt. You're
as fat as pig (sierg, in patois)," said
Giuseppe, who was no courtier. The
king told the story with great glee.
Giuseppe's first introduction to his
liege lord was due to his being a
mighty hunter. The king wished to
shoot over mountains rarely visited.
His keepers said no one was so much
at home in those particular peaks as
Giuseppe the poacher." He was ac-
cordingly summoned. The rough dia-
mond was splendid shot and a racy
character. The king liked him from
the first. In an early expedition the
king stumbled on the face of dan
gerous cliff, and Giuseppe gripped him
and flung his majesty sprawIing on a
rock. CA courtier would probably, out
Of Difference, have let the king slip
through his fingers to certain death)
Being pumped down unceremonious-
ly on jagged surface, vastly aston
ished Victor Emanuel, but after a mo-
ment even the very roughness of the
proceeding amused him. On one &C.
casiOn he invited this mountaineer to
come down as keeper to one of the
royal forests; he Should be well
paid" should have "a good house."
etc. I'D rather not" said Giuseppe;
I'm attached to these mountains. I'd
never feel at home anywhere else.
But" he added, bright idea striking
him, "if you want to do something for
me, you could give me six Swiss cows
and rebuild my house." And the king
sent Giuseppe the six fine Swiss COWS.
In the neighborhood of Queen Mar
gherita there is buzz Of royal stories.
Here is another of that ardent sports
man, her father-in-law and uncle: Vic
tor Emmanuel had, as usual, distanced
his keepers. He was alone. He shot
a bird, which fell in a very unhandy
spot. He sat down till some one
should pass for already he was far
from SLIM. Soon peasant appeared.
The king hailed him. "I'll give you a
Ira if you'll bring me that bird" "A
Ira is little enough for risking ones
neck" said the peasant; make it
two" The king agreed. When the
man brought the game, taking his
money, he said: "You have full
pouch there. You might halve your
with me-" The king I'M
rolled his bundle. 1t contained two
onions, a big bit of cheese and the
size of six bricks Of dry bread. He
divided fairly with the peasant, who
said: "You must be poor fellow like
myself to have no better breakfast.
Take back your money. 1 would not
have asked for it, but thought you
we're some rich signor." Victor En-
manuel was very abstemious. In Milan
he dined on large mess of risotto-a
of rice, saffron, etc. The
cook from a restaurant famous for
this Lombard dish went to the Palace
to prepare 1t daily. At gala dinners
The king only pretended to eat, having
had his quantum of rice already in pri-
vate. At Turin he dined oftenest on
onion soup. Another shooting story
Of the late king. His majesty and
painter were in remote district; an
Did peasant shouted, "You have a gun.
Can you shoot? There's a fox that's
doing me a lot of mischief. I'll tell
you what I'll do. If you bring him to
mind you'll let you have
"Done! cried his males
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