The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1907-03-08

ton, and We went and ate all there |
was. and when the time was up the |
detective disappeared and dad had to |
pay for the luncheon, but he kicked all |
the way to London, and the guard
would not listen to his complaints, but
told him II he tried to hold up tie
train he would be thrown out the Yin
dow and run over by the train. We
mad the compartment to ourselves the
rest of the way to London, except
about an hour, when the guard showed
IN farmer who Smelled like cows,
and dad tried to get in quarrel with
him, about English roast beef coming
from America. but the man didn't have
his arguing clothes on, so dad began
to find fault with me, and the man
told dad to let up on the kid or ne
would punch is bloody ed off, That
settled it, when the man dropped his
h, dad thought he was one Of the
nobility, and he got quite Chummy
with the EngliShman. and then we got
TO London, and dad had quarrel
about his baggage, and after threaten
ing to have lot of fights he got mis-
trunk on the roof of cab, and IN
about an hour we got to the hotel, and
then the fog began an engagement. II
the fog here ever frOze stiff, the town
would look like a piece Of ice with
fish frozen in. Gee, but | would like
to have it freeze in front of our hotel,
SO | could take an AK and 80 out and
chop frozen girl out, and thaw her
till she came to.
Say, old man. if anybody ever wants
to treat you to a trip to Europe, don't
come here, but go to some place where
they don't think they can speak Eng
gIish. You can understand a NitaIiau
| or Frenchman. or a Dutchman. who
cant speak English. and knows he
can't, better than yOu can an English
man who thinks he can speak Eng
liSh, and can't, don't you know.
Everything is don't You know. If
a servant gives you an evening paper
he says: 'Ere's your paper, don't
you know and if a man should
don't say they would, but if a man
| should give you a civil answer, when
you asked him the name Of a street,
he would look at YOU as though you
were a Cannibal and say: Regent
street, don't you know and then he
would act as though you had broken
him OF his rest. Dad asked more than
a dozen men where Bill Aston lived,
and Of all the population of London |
don't believe anybody knows, except
one neWsboy. We rode half a day on
top OF bus, through streets so crowd
ed that the horses had to creep, and
| dad hung on for fear the bus would
be tipped over, and finally we got out
into the suburbs. where the rich peO-
pie live, and dad said we were right
on the trail of King Edward, and we
got of and lOitered around, and dad
saw a beautiful place. with a big iron
fence, and a gate as big as a railroad
bridge, and dad asked a newsbOy who
lived there, and the boy made up a
face at dad and said: 'H'astor, you
bloke,' and he put out his hand for a
tip. 1t was the first civil answer dad
had received in London. so he gave the
boy a SCllar. The boy fell over on
the sidewalk, dead, and dad started to
go away for fear he would be arrest
ed for murder, but | kicked the boy
and he got up and yelled some kline
of murdered English, and more than
a dozen newsbOys came on gallOp
and when the boy told them what had
happened they all wanted dad to ask
them questions.
Il told the boys dad was Andrew
Carnegie, and that he was giving away
millions of dollars. so when dad got
to the gate of the beautiful H'astol
place. the boys yelled Andrew Carne
gle, and turnkey tiunked the gate
open and dad and | went in, ant
walked up to the house. Aston was or
the veranda, smoking a Missouri corr
cob pipe, and drinking American beer
and seemed to be wishing he wa:
back home in America. Dad marched
right up TO the yeranda. like veteran
soldier, and Astor could see dad wa
an American by the dandruff on hi
Artn -0il
You are an American citizen anC
YOU are welcome. Once was like you
and didn't care continental for any
body, but in a moment of passion
renowned my country, swore al
legiance to this hlawsted country, AM