The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-11-08

sing your song" says Duchess, who isn't
so wise as a toliier You must carry IL In
your hand when you sing tonight, or you'h
be sent to prison for life.
De goiI says it was strange country, and
promises to carry de tracts on de stage
wit her, and dey gives us ta-ta, and goes
DER way.
Den it was dat Duchess tells me in Ameri-
can what sort of a game she bad put up
to de goiI, and 1 says it was very good for
a starter, but considering de plant we was
in it was a pity couldn't woik it for
something better for de appetite dan
joke.
Mind your eye, Cheems," says Duchess"
and maybe we will. Some of you Irish"
she says, look like French, and you is one
of en-"
ION your way!' 1 says. Some of you
French look like Irish. Con Conlan, what
acted wit Sary Bernhardt did"
ANY way" says Duchess, who'd been
keeping her eye out of de window toward de
avenoo, eff dose nice little willy-boys who
have passed. and looked in here twenty
times, doesn't mistake us for de couple what
has just left, den I'm not a French goil."
Say, she's a French goil all right, for de
main chance has no more luck getting pass
her dan a chop has when de bull pup has
his jaw in good working order on ii. Dose
Willies comes in, giving us de welcome eye,
slides up to de table next, and when dey had
shuffied around bit, and coughed, and
smiled pretty-pretty for a moment, one of
EN- braces up TO us, and says in French dat
was woise dan mine-and mine would stop
a kettle boiling-wasnt We de couple from
de new French teeater. Duchess gives me
de goo-goo eye, and fetches a bow, and de
boy says didn't she remember being intro
duced to him as she was leaving de res
taurant last night.
Say she rattles at him so fast in Dago
he couldn't understand but void now and
den, and he TOMS to de odder boy, and says,
"You lose, Charlie. / knew l seen EN- come
in here half hour ago, before met you
Den Charley slides over to US, and he says,
| making de crack at Dago, dat he'd lost a
quart. and couldn't dey have de honor for to
open it at our table Duchess lets on dat
she couldn't understand. and make bluff
at telling her in rapid-fire French, and she
| waves her hand at de odder seats, like a
| fairy queen, and de boys sits into de game.
and orders de quart. Dere was more talk
| dan conversation going on dere, but de
children was shaking and laughing wit joy
all de time. De broke French I passes out
to EN- nearly gives Duchess fits, but she
keeps good face, and jollies like mice,
and de waiter, who was on, he kept de
glasses filled, and never let empty bottle
stop too long In de cooler.
ut isn't too late for lunch," says de lad
who tried no French, looking at me.
'Non," 1 says, humping my shoulders.
mon, on-lay-what you say-a lobstaire, I'm
petit ciseau, et-what you say?-salade
laitue-what it is? lettuce chapon-garlic
oui garlic; ct frontage gorgonola, and safe
noir and drop of brandy. Messing else,
mes amis, absolumenti'
Well, it was enough, for when de waiter
fetches it for Duchess and me de boys made
signs to each other did dey have long green
to meet de price. Dey wasn't so cheerful
after dat, but we was, and when de brandy
was fetched I felt like / could give away
brown stone fronts on de avenoo, and Ouch
ess was talking so fast dat de boys was
blinking. trying to keep up wit de pace she
set. Charley dug up his leather, and p'chee
it was better loaded wit long green dan I
taught it would be, and him having toyed
wit de bottles a bit himself, he was get