As the steamer neared the Hotel, on our return, the departing sun was
flinging back his last good-night smile on the lovely scene below, and
the musical chime of the little church at Caldwell came stealing sweetly
over the bosom of the placid Lake. As its fairy-like sounds reached our
ears, a melancholy-looking man with long hair, who sat near, started,
smiled, and turning to me, said:
"Did I ever tell you that story about SLUKER?"
As I had never seen the party before, I replied that if he had I had
forgotten it.
"SLUKER," he repeated, gazing absently at the distant spire; "SLUKER,"
he reiterated, rubbing his nose abstractedly with the handle of his
umbrella; "SLUKER," he continued--
--in my next, my dear PUNCHINELLO, in my next.
SAGINAW DODD.
[_To be continued_.]
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Sauce
There can be no doubt that Grevy is in the right place, as a member of
the Provisional government of France.
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[Illustration: _Old Gent_. "Don't scatter water on my feet, man,--do you
suppose I want 'em to grow any bigger?"]
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