Life — June 5, 1884 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE: Said I, ‘Singulaire ! Tres familiaire ! where was it here- tofore to be seen by me?’ Then of a hurry was to me the remembrance of the Cadaverous and his lettering. Icompare. ‘Ha’ was my ejaculation to me. ‘The same were they as themselves.’ I hunt for the clue and what ! To find him, then, was it to be my work. I had ears that in Amerique was living a noble family to whom these letterings was motto. Igo to Amerique. I fox them out by the small degree and jinalement, what had the discovery.” “THE TALL AT THIS MOMENT WAS OBSERVED TO PALE.’ Here the speak stopped himself until there was a haul at the half-john. He then promenaded thus : ‘“‘ There was the discovery to a iron bar for the heat carrying the letterings for burning on the barrel —” The Tall at this moment was observed to pale. “The iron had upon him—what! Regardez, M’sieu ! The hair! The hair was of redness. To find the man of ownership to the iron! What doI do? My form was disguised. Asabarrel. Then I attend. The man to whom was the ownership came to me—as barrel, he fill me up with some beer. ‘Ah,’ say he, as he into me pours, ‘what extra large must have been this kag! He hold more than of five galons.’ There! Voyez! He was not known that the barrel was M. Le Boq—” At the naming the Tall gives himself a leap of nerv- ousness. “ Du cognac?” “ Non!” “Ah, M’sieu do Cognac! Mais, that we walk on in the history. The man to whom was the iron burned me with motto and was gone to New York. To thither he was followed. Having covered me with a yellow- ness, and by a pair of the rolling-skates I was disguised to him as the cab for the little money. He took the ferry for London. I was making myself his steamer- chair by the name of him painted upon my back and by the being not there when he demanded me. From the London to the Paris he is come. And——” “ Qui! Oui! Allez vous en. Et?” gave out the voice of Tall with shriek. “And you are the bird of my net, which has been caught! The proofs for you have strongness !” “ Mais, Monsieur, you of me are not wholly to be acquainted. You do not know me whom I am !” “What! Whom then have you to be ?” “Tam the cadaverous himself.” “Non, c'est impossible. You?” wept the aghast Le Bog. 315 “Aye! I!” was the response to him. “I am the cadaverous of the Rue Twobeer of the killness to whom is the confinement of Henri Roquefort, Duc de Chize, and the muchness more of no guilt. Voyez/” elevating to him his hairy redness of chin. There to be seen were the letters of fate! “ Not dead then have you been at all?” gasps Le Boq. “Out, M’sieu Le Bog. Ja’t mort! I was to my- self the suicide !” At this proclamation M. Le Bog felled himself dead of the remorse. The Tall then evacuated afresh the half-john. He spoke thus : “File No. 41144 is of the avenged. Le Cognac vous pouvez put sur Ja slate !” “M. LE BOQ FELLED HIMSELF DEAD OF THE REMORSE.” There was the noise as of a base-drum. The street gave himself a quake. A cloud upon the Café descended. When the cloud had rolled himself by the tall had absented. : So had all the silverware in the establishment. J. K. Banes. A DEATH invocation—Di-o Lewis. BANK IS BUSTED, PREXY’S GONE. Tue bank is bust— In God we trust ; Farewell, my own, to thee. On foreign trip, I now must skip ; The cops are on to me. HEN General B. F. Butler was a young man, two girls, dwelling in the same boarding house, were simultaneously in love with him. Both ladies were sitting in the parlor one evening and Ben was making violent love to one of them, much to the cha- grin of the other, who suddenly flounced to the piano, and sang “ Rock of Ages” at the top of her voice, lay- ing particular stress on the line, “Simply to thy cross-eye cling.” Turee things in which the most impecunious women indulge themselves without stint—Bonnets, foreign missions, and patent medicines. Nec id clam—A “half-shell.” comicbooks.com