"Kaiser" preferred to be a "Reformatory boss."
"Ano," the cripple, said he would like to be a minister. When pressed for a reason he said, "That's what m' father says—dey ain't got notin' to do!"
In the midst of this social quiz a loud noise was heard outside. "Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!" The timbers of the hut shivered, the guests made a rush to the back door. I was there first and found Franz, the missing guest, his arms smeared with blood, his ragged jacket covered with hair of some sort and in his hand a bloody stiletto.
He rushed past me into the hut, got to the table and exclaimed: "Gee whiz! der ain't a —— scrap left!"
"Look here, Franz," I said, "I want to know what you've been up to?"
"Ye do, hey? Ye look skeered, too, don't yer—hey?"
"Never mind how I look; tell me at once what you've been up to!"
"Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed, "d'ye tink I kilt some ol' sucker for 'is money—hey? Ha, ha! Well, I hain't, see? I've bin skinnin' a dead hoss an brot ye d' skin for a birfday present, see?"
The skin was lying in a bloody heap outside the back door. I arranged "Franz" for dinner and the party was complete.