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3.6.ROBERTO THE ROVER:--A TALE OF SEA AND SHORE.
CHAPTER I.--FRANCE.
Our story opens in the early part of the year 17--.France was rocking wildly from centre to circumference.The arch despot and unscrupulous man, Richard the III., was trembling like an aspen leaf upon his throne.He had been successful, through the valuable aid of Richelieu and Sir.Wm.Donn, in destroying the Orleans Dysentery, but still he trembled? O'Mulligan, the snake-eater of Ireland, and Schnappsgoot of Holland, a retired dealer in gin and sardines, had united their forces--some nineteen men and a brace of bull pups in all--and were overtly at work, their object being to oust the tyrant.O'Mulligan was a young man between fifty-three years of age and was chiefly distinguished for being the son of his aunt on his great grandfather's side.
Schnappsgoot was a man of liberal education, having passed three weeks at Oberlin College.He was a man of great hardihood, also, and would frequently read an entire column of "railway matters"in the "Cleveland Herald" without shrieking with agony.
CHAPTER II.--THE KING.
The tyrant Richard the III.(late Mr.Gloster) sat upon his throne in the Palace d' St.Cloud.He was dressed in his best clothes, and gorgeous trappings surrounded him everywhere.
Courtiers, in glittering and golden armor, stood ready at his beck.He sat moodily for a while, when suddenly his sword flashed from its silver scabbard, and he shouted--"Slaves, some wine, ho!"
The words had scarcely escaped his lips ere a bucket of champagne and a hoe were placed before him.
As the king raised the bucket to his lips, a deep voice near by, proceeding from the mouth of the noble Count Staghisnibs, cried--"Drink hearty, old feller."
"Reports traveling on lightning-wings, whisper of strange goings on and cuttings up throughout this kingdom.Knowest thou aught of these things, most noble Hellitysplit?" and the king drew from the upper pocket of his gold-faced vest a paper of John Anderson's solace and proceeded to take a chaw.
"Treason stalks monster-like throughout unhappy France, my liege!" said the noble Hellitysplit."The ranks of the P.Q.R.'s are daily swelling, and the G.R.J.A.'s are constantly on the increase.Already the peasantry scout at cat-fish, and demand pickled salmon for their noonday repasts.But, my liege," and the brave Hellitysplit eyes flashed fire, "myself and sword are at thy command?""Bully for you, Count," said the king."But soft: methinks report--perchance unjustly--hast spoken suspiciously of thee, most Royal d'Sardine? How is this? Is it a newspaper yarn?
WHAT'S UP?"
D'Sardine meekly approached the throne, knelt at the king's feet, and said: "Most patient, gray, and red-headed skinner; my very approved skin-plaster: that I've been asked to drink by the P.Q.R.'s, it is most true, true I have imbibed sundry mugs of lager with them.The very head and front of my offending hath this extent, no more.""'Tis well!" said the King, rising and looking fiercely around.
"Hadst thou proved false I would with my own good sword have cut off yer head, and spilled your ber-lud all over the floor! If Iwouldn't, blow me!"
CHAPTER III.--THE ROVER.
Thrilling as the scenes depicted in the preceding chapter indubitably were, those of this are decidedly THRILLINGER.
Again are we in the mighty presence of the King, and again is he surrounded by splendour and gorgeously-mailed courtiers.Asea-faring man stands before him.It is Roberto the Rover, disguised as a common sailor.
"So," said the King, "thou wouldst have audience with me!""Aye aye, yer 'onor," said the sailor, "just tip us yer grapplin irons and pipe all hands on deck.Reef home yer jib poop and splice yer main topsuls.Man the jibboom and let fly yer top-gallunts.I've seen some salt water in my days, yer land lubber, but shiver my timbers if I hadn't rather coast among seagulls than landsharks.My name is Sweet William.You're old Dick the Three.Ahoy! Awast! Dam my eyes!" and Sweet William pawed the marble floor and swung his tarpaulin after the manner of sailors on the stage, and consequently not a bit like those on shipboard.
"Mariner," said the King, gravely, "thy language is exceeding lucid, and leads me to infer that things is workin' bad.""Aye, aye, my hearty!" yelled Sweet William, in dulcet strains, reminding the King of the "voluptuous smell of physic," spoken of by the late Mr.Byron.
"What wouldst thou, seafaring man?" asked the King.
"This!" cried the Rover, suddenly taking off his maritime clothing and putting on an expensive suit of silk, bespangled with diamonds."This! I am Roberto the Rover!"The King was thunder-struck.Cowering back in his chair of state, he said in a tone of mingled fear and amazement, "Well, may I be gaul-darned!""Ber-lud! Ber-lud! Ber-lud!" shrieked the Rover, as he drew a horse-pistol and fired it at the King, who fell fatally killed, his last words being, "WE ARE GOVENRED TOO MUCH--THIS IS THE LASTOF EARTH!!!" At this exciting juncture Messrs.O'Mulligan and Schnappsgoot (who had previously entered into a copartnership with the Rover for the purpose of doing a general killing business) burst into the room and cut off the heads and let out the inwards of all the noblemen they encountered.They then killed themselves and died like heroes, wrapped up in the Star Spangled Banner, to slow music.
FINALE.
The Rover fled.He was captured near Marseilles and thrust into prison, where he lay for sixteen weary years, all attempts to escape being futile.One night a lucky thought struck him.He raised the window and got out.But he was unhappy.Remorse and dyspepsia preyed upon his vitals.He tried Boerhave's Holland Bitters and the Retired Physician's Sands of Life, and got well.
He then married the lovely Countess D'Smith, and lived to a green old age, being the triumph of virtue and downfall of vice.
3.7.RED HAND: A TALE OF REVENGE.
CHAPTER I.
"Life's but a walking shadow--a poor player."--Shakespeare.