s robbery,' he's say, an' he's begin to cry like _ver_'
li'll baby.
"'Pull him hup, Marie, an' give him some more,' Alphonsine she's say.
"But de old rascal is so scare 'bout dat, dat he's say he's pay right
off. So we's pull him up near to de platform, only we hain't big 'nuff
fool for let him out of de net till he's take out his purse an' pay de
twelve dollare.
"_Monjee_, M'sieu! If ever you see one angry old rascal! He not even
stop for say: 'T'ank you for save me from be drown' dead in the
_culbute_!' He's run for his house an' he's put on dry clo'es, an'
he's go up to de magistrate first ting for learn me an' Alphonsine one
big lesson.
"But de magistrate hain' ver' bad magistrate. He's only laugh an' he's
say:--
"'M'sieu Savarin, de whole river will be laugh at you for let two
young girl take eet out of smart man like you like dat. Hain't you
tink your life worth twelve dollare? Didn't dey save you from de
_culbute_? _Monjee!_ I'll tink de whole river not laugh so ver' bad if
you pay dose young girl one hunder dollare for save you so kind.'
"'One hunder dollare!' he's mos' cry. 'Hain't you goin' to learn dose
girl one lesson for take advantage of me dat way?'
"'Didn't you pay dose girl yoursef? Didn't you took out your purse
yoursef? Yes, eh? Well, den, I'll goin' for learn you one lesson
yoursef, M'sieu Savarin.' de magistrate is say. 'Dose two young girl
is ver' wicked, eh? Yes, dat's so. But for why? Hain't dey just do to
you what you been doin' ever since you was in beesness? Don' I know?
You hain' never yet got advantage of nobody wisout you rob him all you
can, an' dose wicked young girl only act just like you give dem a
lesson all your life.'
* * * * *
"An' de best fun was de whole river _did_ laugh at M'sieu Savarin. An'
my fader and Frawce Seguin is laugh most of all, till he's catch hup
wis bose of dem anoder time. You come for see me some more, an' I'll
tol' you 'bout dat."
THE PRIVILEGE OF THE LIMITS.
"Yes, indeed, my grandfather wass once in jail," said old Mrs.
McTavish, of the county of Glengarry, in Ontario, Canada; "but that
wass for debt, and he wass a ferry honest man whateffer, and he would
not broke his promise--no, not for all the money in Canada. If you
will listen to me, I will tell chust exactly the true story about that
debt, to show you what an honest man my grandfather wass.
"One time Tougal Stewart, him that wass the poy
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