The age-herald., 1901-02-10
..Tfe CourtsF1ip of Mamzelle Rosie...
Arthur strInaer in the Saturday Evening Post.


 La Chanson Normandie to her lak de leetle small oiseau an mak' her cry wit de aye. An dat mak' Issdore mad, but he speet on de groun', yer quit, an say, Yer wall Wall, Bateese go lak de win, an tell Rosie he cam to play de guitar to her lak Isa- dore an mak her cry wit dc eye. An Rosie she say dat was nice, an sect down to feesteh. Den wit de gran air Bateese talk de guitar an open his mout'-so-but dat was de end. Mon dieu, Bateese he fotgot de whole chanson, an he say saore an run out in de snok an keek de guitar wit hess foot hall over de chemin.
 Wall de nex' day Isadore com an geeve Rosie a nice leetle black dog. De nex' day Bateese he com an geeve her two beeg black dog, wit de blue ribbon on de neck. Den Isadore geeve Rosie wan fine mud turtle wit de string on hees back, an Bat eese ear bout dat an com to Rosie wit tree black snake an de tam possum Den Isadore borrow fourteen dollaire an smoke de fine oeegar b'fore Rosie de whole week, fine ceegar a cling sous! An dat mak' Bat eese mad, an he buy tree ceegar. de bes' hon de reever, tree for wan quarter, an smoke dem hall at de sam tam, an Rosie laugh an say he mus be millionaire dose tam's.
 Den RosIes ladder spik wit her. wit de fire in hees eye, an say dat won't do, wit two cavalier at de sam tam. He tof her dat if she want to promenade wit Bateese, 1Sadore mus not spark wit her, an if she want to mak mariee wit Isadore she mus not ride in de sleigh wit Bateese. An Rosie she cry wit de eye, an say she don't know If she lak Isadore de mos or Bateese de mos So her ladder tell her to fin out yer quick. An Rosie she don't know wat Is de bes' ting to do till Ca- mille Papineau tor her to mak Bateese an Isadore do de gran deed lak the cava- Her of la belle France long tam ago, an den geeve de glove to de bes' wan, an mak' mariee wit heem An Rosie she t'ink dat a good way, but sh leeve bout the glove, for de on'y glove she ave was de mitten of moosh-rat. An she tell Bateese an Isadore wat hher ladder spk, an say she will mak' mariee wit de cavalier dat brings her de beeges' moose-skeen for de cabin floor, to keep hout de cole.
 "W'en Isadore ear dat he feel yer bad, for he was no good wit de gun But Bat eese he laugh wit hees sleeve an start hout on de mos cole day t'rou' de snow. By gare, it was yer cole dat day, an oe fros' geeve you de white nose an freeze mos hall de rapide Isadore he wait be- hin to geeve Rosie de kees on de cheek tree four tam an den he start hout, too. Wall, Bateese he mak' for de wood an look an look for wan bull moose An late dat day he shoot de bull moose hall right, de fines bull moose you nevaire see. But it was yer cole, an de night she get black dn more DldCk, all bdlSeSe ne say tO heemself: 'Bigosh, tink I freeze wit de cole dis tam So he skeen de beeg moose an roll heemself hup in de sef side of de skeen; yessaire, wrap heemself hup nice an close an warm an go to sleep wit oly de leetle hole at de top for heeS breat to go hout. An Bateese sleep dare lak de leetle enfant in de fedder-bed, an on'y walk hup to sing de bes' he could, La Chanson Normandie. But de skeen, m'sieu, was yer wet wen Bateese wrap heemself hup in it, an in de night she froze steef wit de cole An de nex mornin' dare was Bat eese froze in dat skeen wit on'y de leetle hole at de top an wit his hans tight down at hees side-so-lak a man stuck in de smoke-stac of de Northern Belle.
 Wall, he day dere long tam, wen bime- by long com Isadore feelin' yer bad, wit wan leetle calf moose on hees hol- tobog- gan. Isadore he know ting or two an he look at de moose skin an den at de lee- tie calf moose an mak de mout' to close, an laughs wit hees sleeve. He keek de