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Updated: May 27, 2025
Hereupon they brighten up, and change their grieved looks into the broadest kind of smiles. As for the story, I was there to hear it, hidden behind a bush, and shall tell it over to you in the pages that come next. One evening, in times long ago, old Philemon and his old wife Baucis sat at their cottage-door, enjoying the cahn and beautiful sunset.
I'm the fellah that tole one day The tale of the won'erful one-hoss-shay. Wan' to hear another? Say. Funny, wasn'it? Made me laugh, I'm too modest, I am, by half, Made me laugh 's though I sh'd split, Cahn' a fellah like fellah's own wit? Fellahs keep sayin', "Well, now that's nice; Did it once, but cahn' do it twice." Don' you b'lieve the'z no more fat; Lots in the kitch'n 'z good 'z that.
He rubbed his hands and laughed all to himself when he looked at Bernadou. And, as night fell, he was on the watch, his forehead pressed eagerly against the window-pane, until he saw, through the fog of the deserted court below, old Augustus Cahn, who came panting with his exertions, and carrying a little basket on his arm.
I'm the fellah that tole one day The tale of the won'erful one-hoss-shay. Wan' to hear another? Say. Funny, wasn'it? Made ME laugh, I'm too modest, I am, by half, Made me laugh'S THOUGH I SH'D SPLIT, Cahn' a fellah like fellah's own wit? Fellahs keep sayin', "Well, now that's nice; Did it once, but cahn' do it twice." Don' you b'lieve the'z no more fat; Lots in the kitch'n 'z good 'z that.
What on earth can the old miser want with all this? Can it be possible that he means to celebrate Christmas himself? Does he mean to have a family reunion and drink to the German fatherland? Impossible! Everybody knows old Cahn has no country. His fatherland is his strong box. And, moreover, he has neither family nor friends, nothing but debtors.
Too old to follow his children, Father Cahn has remained in Bavaria, where he has made magnificent profits from the French prisoners of war. He is always prowling about the barracks to buy watches, shoulder-knots, medals, post-orders. You may see him glide through the hospitals, beside the ambulances. He approaches the beds of the wounded and demands, in a low, hideous growl,
<b>STACEY, ANNA L.</b> Honorable mention at Exhibition of Chicago Artists, 1900; Young Fortnightly Club prize, 1902; Martin B. Cahn prize, Exhibition at Art Institute, Chicago, 1902. Member of Chicago Society of Artists. Born in Glasgow, Missouri. Pupil of Art Institute in Chicago. Paints portraits, figure subjects, and landscapes. The Cahn prize was awarded to the "Village at Twilight."
The entrance to the harbour is very narrow, and looked from my perch like a zig zag chasm in the rock, inlaid at the bottom with polished blue steel; so clear, and cahn, and pellucid was the still water, wherein the frowning rocks, and magnificent trees on the banks, and the white Moro, rising with its grinning tiers of cannon, battery above battery, were reflected veluti in speculum, as if it had been in a mirror.
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