Iowa state bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1894-1916, 1904-01-29
(Continued.)

II tnlnk CnlS lS hcIioi VI J"us
ment, sir" said Hart; my hidea OF q
hultimatum was jumpin' on zen, unex-
pected, and givin' 'em toxic afore they
know'd where they was. My notion OF
flghtin' land It pays hevery time) Is to
naggravate your man till he's ready TO
1t, but to 1t i'm fust. An II thinks a
cove will 1t me in Ave minutes, lets
no time 60 by In hanticipatin' I'M
But this will warn EN-"
"But they have no one who really
knows English, Hart" groaned Sim
cox; "and I don't know the first word
OF French"
Never mind. sir" said Hart en-.
couragingly. "I've 'ad many a row
with Frenchy. and ! never knowed
my 'avin' not the least notion OF what
e meant ever stopped the fight from
comm off. If so be see you get
stuck, I'll come in, sir"
And they were met by the French
sailor who thought he spoke English.
II spik En'lish, goddam," said the
Frenchman. "Leaverpool, Por'smont;
mails lie capitaine spik besser."
"Good mornin'," said Simcox meek
ly to the French captain. long un.
happy looking man, who might have
been the Skipper Of a chassemaree for
all the style he put on.
"Mais, oui--" said the captain.
"This ere paper is for you" said
Simcox, land by the powers hope
you can't read It,"
He handed the ultimatum to the
Frenchman, who studied it while his
crew came round.
lie ne peux pas lie lire, monsieur
he said at length.
Simcox turned to Hart.
There. now what in blazes am ] to
do when he talks that way?" p
], "Just hexplain It," said Hart, as he
helped himself to chew. Say,
'Hout o. this!'"
at means you've got to 60" said
Simcox; "you cant be allowed to stay
in the best part Of our island"
''Goddam," cried the Frenchman,
with his hand in his hair. II spik
English, two. tree word: pilote. flesh,
shannel, owaryo!" :
"Owaryo?" asked Simcox.
That's his way O sayin' How are
you?'' interjected Hart, who was con-
temptuously sizing up the French
sailors.
''Ah, how are you?" said Simcox.
.Owaryo," replied the French cap
tain. smiling.
Every well, thanks" said Simcox;
.but I'm the ambassador"
MA fol, ambassador! You spik
Francais?"
.And you've just got to get" added
Simcox.
march," cried Hart. $3.50
The Frenchmen "jabbered" a bi,
among themselves.
"Quoi donc7 Marcher?" asked theil
skipper.
1--WE, old son. said Hart: "marshay
IL you like. Just pack up and quit
We gives you an hour to gather W
your dunnage. Now do you under
stand?"
whether the Frenchmen understood
or not it was tolerably obvious they
did not like the tone with which Har'
spoke, or the looks of evident disfavol
he cast at them. The captain turned
away.
"stop!" said Hart, and he went, III
for dumb pantomime. in which hi
vaguely suggested that over yondel
hill was an army Of Englishmen.
..And we mean 'avin' our rights" hi
ended with. And Just then old Jone!
appeared in sight.
"Are they jossers goin' to evacuatt
or not?" he beloved. whats theil
captain say to the statues quo? Dom
they know the first thing about diplo
mates? Tell 'em that to prepare fol
peace we makes war"
'.War it u.s." said Hart, and h
launched himself at crowd of French
men, as his mates came tumhlinl
down the hill.
The fight was short, sharp, and pref
ty decisive. for the Potluck's crew
numbered ten able seamen, one OF
binary seaman, and two boys, or, will
the captain and the two mates, six
.oon u o11 ~ uojn fhia array fherl