Daily Kennebec journal., 1903-08-24
A FRENCHMAN'S TALE.
OoJects to Marrying Woman Who
buried Dog With First Husband.


Ttere are some interesting charac-
ters who drop into the city marshals
offlc@, occasionally, and they generally
de their troubles to him with i'm
pllcit confidence. The other day a lit
tie Neazened Frenchman was trying to
explain his family troubles, and he in
cldeltally worked in some autobiogra-
ply which is reproduced as nearly us
possible in his own dialect:
fa-s, | live all lone, m'self, me.
HAY g good place for sell heat, hoven on
West side, make two tree four dollar
some day. The French fellah, she dom
laik me, t'ink do no work for make lot
money Don know how I git hoop
pretty soon la matin, NOV lawn, an
PICK hoop wood down by de river.
Then mojee Fronch fellah, don know
nothin', never see nottin'. Dey half in
jun, no bon FrancaiS. Sometam All
wear my Highlan' chapeau, where All
us go on stage sing an dance. DeE
don know what she is, them. One day
une belle femme-What you call-gran'
ladie, she go by on hossback, iigglety
jig al long street, so, and them French
iniun, they laff. ho, ho! no, I say,
what for yo laff, you mojee fOus, an
they say, gran ladie on boss, no. no,
ho. Dey laff an All git mad, m'self,
an All say, you come out groun', way
down under root tree. Oh, them fe!-
lah. Say them femme dey t'ink All
pooty good one, tough. They lak mar
ry me- m'self, t'ink All git money,
mas, oui. All t'umb ma nez, lax dis
Married, me? Yaas, All git marry four
tam. All bury frs one down New Or
leans, an I bury nuGder one in Chi
cagcau. an the Odder on in Bos'n
Oh. dat las one? Jesu, You t'ink All
mojee fou. marry that her? She come
ma place, an be awful nice | don pay
no 'tention, cause All don lax. All
know sonnet ink bout that her, m'Self.
An she t'ink no good for catch me, but
therl femmes say go head, you git
hcem pooty soon, an den dey tell me-
An All fix ma tie an broosh hoop, look
fan, JUS for fun. An All be nice Wen
she come in. Bamby she t'ink tam say
so. that her She say: "Ah t'inll you
YER nice man. An All say, You nevah
tell by tod's tail how fur he gon
voomp An she say, Come out in
kitchen, can talk bout dat here An
Al come out, an All say. All wan buy
house how much YOU sell your She
say. NO wan sell, wan keep so Wen
git hol, have somet'in< grip All say,
Wen you git hol, Ma Cras. you hol
nuff he you own grandma now, you git
any h0ler, you fall in grave, nice one
open hoop under you feet Il present
pooty soon quick You seeh oW | talk
to that her. But she say, if All fin
some nice man. an she look at me, zis
way. All civ him that maison. liV'
with me- That make me for git scare,
an | say For Cras sake you t'ink All
marry une femme what bury dorg wit
her hosbOn', what you gO'n' say bout
zat, you? Then she go for tell mo bout
| dat he say she love her hosbon'. an
| Wen he git sick for go die, he max her
| promise she bury his dorg in gray
| with him. An she so for do dat, cause
| she love her hosbon. Den All yell rat
| out. Ma Cras, Wen you wan TAX oop
YOUR hosbon' pooty soon tow tree ten
! wear. how YOU goin' tell YOU hosbon
acre, You go carry dorg an hay good
| priest belSs him bone, wat. Tell heem
| Zat YOU hosbon'? Sacre. You go carry
| dorg an haV' good priest bless him
| bone. wat. Tell heem Zat you hosbon
| No. YOU don git me for bury wit nc
moice dorg, an | tumb ma neZ, Zis
| way. Marry, ma craS. you tlnk Al
| marry that her, me? All never marry
| that her lcng All liv'. Ah stay all lone
| i'm ma plac.'