Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-09-20

could give the sultan Of Turkey cards
and spades and little casino in the harem
game.
you will 60 along. won't you, bub?"
and he gave my thumb another twist,
and said: You bet your life, but
won't do a thing to you and Leopold
before we get out of the Belgian hare
belt" and so here we are, looking for
trouble.
1t is strange we never hear more about
Belgium in America, but actually, I
never heard of Belgian settling in the
United States. There are Irish, and
Germans, and Norwegians, and Italians,
and men Of all other countries, but
never saw Belgian until to-day, and it
does you good to see people who don t
do anything but work. There is not a
loafer in Belgium, and every man has
smut on his nose. and his hands are
black with handling iron, or something.
There is no law against people going
away from Belgium. but they all like
1t here, and seem to think there is no
other country, and they are happy and
work from choice
always knew the Belgian guns that
sell in America for IL shilling s and kill
at both ends, but I never knew they
made things here that were worth any
thing, but dad says they are better fixed
here for making everything used by
civilized people than any country on
earth. and I am glad to be here, cause
you get notice when you are going to be
be robbed. They ring bell here every
minute to give you notice that some
one is after the coin, SO when you hear
= bell ring, if you hang on to your
pocketbook. you don't lose.
This is the place where There was
4 sound of revelry ut night, and Bel
GUMS capital had gathered there"
You remember the night before the bat
tie of Waterloo. when Napoleon Bona
parte got his. You must remember
about it, old man, just when they were
right in j. the midst of the dance, and
soft eyes looked love to eyes which
spake again." and they were taking q
champagne bath, inside and out, when
suddenly the opening guns Of Waterloo,
twelve miles away, began to boom, and
the poet, who was present, said, But
hush, hark,-a deep sound like rising
knell,"' and everybody turned pale and
began to stampede. when the floor man
ager said,~ Ills but the wind, or the
car on the stony street, on with the
dance; let Joy be uncondned; no sleep
till morn, when youth and pleasure
meet. to chase the glowing hours with
flying feet" ., -.
Well, cir, this is the place where that
ball took place, which is described in
the peace used to speak in school, but
never thought would be here, right
where the dancers got it: in the neck.
When dad found that the battlefield OF
Waterloo was exly few miles away,
he hired a wagon and we went out there.
Well, sir, of all the frauds we have
run across>on this trip the battlefield OF
Waterloo is the, worst. When the farm
ers who are raising barley and baled
hay on the battlefield, saw us coming.
they dropped their work and made q
rush for us, and one fellow yelled some
thing in the Belgian language that
sounded like. II saw them first, and he
got hold Of dad and me, and the rest
stood OF like a lot OF hack drivers that
have seen 9 customer fall into the hands
OF another driver, and made up faces It
us, and called the farmer who had
caught US the vilest names. They said
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