The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1903-07-21
CH|MM|EsFADDEN'S RETURN.
He Tells Some of His Experiences and Advent
uIy- Ii Pari>.
By EDWARD w. TOWNSEND.

and didn't do rough house wit a tony
hawk. 1 was parlez-vous-ing to beat
q boarding school goil. But when I
won seventeen franc from one of me
French uncles, learning him how to
shoot craps, he used some Woids Whaf
was dead ringers to me. I asked
Duchess what dey was. but She says
dere was no woids in English to explain
EN-. If dat's so. Unky must have used
some gaudy l~angwudge, or else Duchess
hasn't de neck holt on English my
Wife ought to have. 1 vas telling Mr..
Paul about dat, and he says dat when
de French takes de boxing gloves off
DER language, ard gets real busy using
it wit bare fists, dey makes de woist talk
Of Odder nations sound like violets smell,
But let me tell you: I got in one
round of straight English. all right. I
was floating along de Boulevard Of desc
Italians one day, wit me stick and me
pipe. and de bull dog-what was over
weight from de bites he had took out
Of French poodles-when a mug wit
long hair. n a black flag for a neck
tie, pipes me off in straight Manhattan.
and says "Scuse me-" h, says. Didn't
I used to see 0 in New York;"
Sure. if You Was dere. and out for
you healt," I says.
+Wha are you doing here" he says,
butting in wit me and de dog.
De best I car. says I. "And it's
dry at dat" says I.
Here's a empty table," he says, and
We sat down at de sidewalk table. and
has deux book, what's as near as de
French can come to saying Two BEERS
annr11 L. -, ~ -.l4 r.,
dead swell New Yorker I'd often seen
AT Mr.. Pauls place. but he was in
Paris den, playing at being a artist.
Well, as we was sitting dere, e book
ing row and den, him saying it done
aim good to hear real New York again,
some English Willie Boys comes along.
each Wit one pop eye, and one eye
patched wit glass. When me friend
sees DAT de Englishmen was headed for
him. foist he near truns a fit, and den
he passes me out a hurry whisper:
stand for any game 1 play" he says.
Desc is a couple of tuft-hunters what
was hear bored me to deaf"
Sure" 1 says, not Knowing what a
tuft-hunter was, but wanting to be OBJ
itging. "Everything goes" says I, and
he tells de Willies to hak hands wit
4 JIG L$JIu SldSO T OIL Ue bONSGf.
Dey bot gives me de high hand shake,
and one of EN- calls me me Lord" and
asks how big a city was de Bowery.
l says it was de biggest ting on cart:
and at dat bOte opens der patched eyes
so wide dey dropped DER windows, and
says dey recalls something the travel
lers had wrote about de Bowery, but
dey never was on to its size.
Whats its proncipal industry. me
Lord?" asks one of EN-.
oh" l says, careless like, ode prin-
cipal industry is boiling Holsters, and
frying de fat out of suckers"
All, l see," says de Willie, Raider
by way of being a fishing center. Like
our Yarmout. 1 dare say. me Lord"
you're on" says I, Its by way Of
netting all kinds of fish, and we does
stunts in de whaling Iina-Queensberry
rules" 1 says.
Oats de Lord Mayors American
Wit" says me friend. tipping me de
wink,
Well. after dat, deux book wasn't in
de money, and l was putting pints of
fzz where dey wouldn't do nobody no
harm but me when, p'chee! along comes
Mr.. Paul, and seeing dc New Yorker
he stops to give hin de gleeful void.
Den he pipes me off, tautful. u minute
and says, "Chimmie, have You bought
our tickets for Romeo"
I was just on me way sir" l says.
We've changed our minds" he says
and are off for home. Get staterooms
on de ship dat sails tomorrow: and &c
to de hotel and pack me baggage" says
he.
De Willies gasp like goldfish, anG
I chases meself, after giving 'em a in,
vite to call on me if ever day lost deli
wads in de Bowery.
Well, de next day we was off, an
here We is. I haven't been doing a tins
but seeing de little old Island OF Man
haitian to find out if any of it ha
sneaked out OF town trou de subway
But it's all here. wit de flatiron to boot
Honest, you never know how much New
! York is to de good until you've been t
form parts. I'm chasing aroung S
much. dat Duchess says 1 ought to g
into de guide business. When 1 toll
dat TO Mr.. Paul he say dere is wisdom
in de woids of Duchess.
"Dere is many parts of me nativ
city" ne says. dat 1 know only by d
: quaint reports of de noveltsts of loca
color: but as dey is mostly color blind.
he says. 4 don't feel dat I've bee
. properly introduced to me native towr
Yet. If YOU. Chames. will poissonall
conduct ME about town u little, II TT
not to appear too much ike u locker o
. in Vienna"
{ Dat means dat he wouldn't look lk
a farmer. So dats what I'm doins
u and I'll tell you about it now and der
J., Mr.. Paul being de poissonal party, an
ME being de ~pOissonal conductor.
: Rebuke of the sentry.