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The original French is improper; so I will give you the English version, by the celebrated Robinson, the cleverest adapter of the day: 'Poor odalisques in captive thrall Must never let their charms pall: If they get the sack They ne'er come back; For the Bosphorus is the boss for all In this harem, harem, harem, harem, harum scarum place. Intellectual, isnt it?"
Hannibal is charmed into tolerance of the Judge's picturesque vices, while Miss Betty, lovely and capricious, is charmed into placing all her affairs, both material and sentimental, in the hands of this delightful old vagabond. The Judge will be a fixed star in the firmament of fictional characters as surely as David Harum or Col. Sellers.
If the nineteenth century is the century of the Hooligan, then is Kipling the voice of the Hooligan as surely as he is the voice of the nineteenth century. Who is more representative? Is David Harum more representative of the nineteenth century? Is Mary Johnston, Charles Major, or Winston Churchill? Is Bret Harte? William Dean Howells? Gilbert Parker?
Harum, "I didn't know but what he'd gag a little at that, but he didn't seem to, an' when he went off after givin' me his check, he put out his hand an' shook hands, a thing he never done before." "That was really very amusing," was John's comment. "'T wa'n't a bad day's work either," observed Mr. Harum.
John laughed and said, "Do you recall that memorable interview between the governors of the two Carolinas?" "Nothin' in the historical lit'riture of our great an' glorious country," replied Mr. Harum reverently, "sticks closter to my mind like a burr to a cow's tail," he added, by way of illustration. "Thank you, jest a mouthful." "How about the dinner?" John asked after a little interlude.
"Oh, yes," said John, smiling, as he recalled the unceasing flow of words which had enveloped Timson's explanations. "How much longer do you think you'll have to have him 'round?" asked Mr. Harum. "Well," said John, "of course your customers are strangers to me, but so far as the routine of the office is concerned I think I can manage after to-day.
"I'm sorry you done it," she said at last. "I dunno but I did make ruther a mess of it," admitted Mr. Harum. It was the 23d of December, and shortly after the closing hour. Peleg had departed and our friend had just locked the vault when David came into the office and around behind the counter. "Be you in any hurry?" he asked. John said he was not, whereupon Mr.
"'Couldn't nobody look more fit, sir, he says, an' I'm dum'd," said David, with an assertive nod, "when I looked at myself in the lookin'-glass. "People don't dress for dinner in Homeville, as a rule, then," John said, smiling. "No," said Mr. Harum, "when they dress fer breakfust that does 'em fer all three meals.
"Dave Harum!" cried the widow, rising to her feet, "you ought to 'a' ben a king!" "Wa'al," said David with a grin, "I don't know much about the kingin' bus'nis, but I guess a cloth cap 'n' a hoss whip 's more 'n my line than a crown an' scepter. An' now," he added, "'s we've got through 'th our bus'nis, s'pose you step over to the house an' see Polly. She's expectin' on ye to dinner.
Harum reflectively, "but that partic'ler transaction's got a peg all to itself." John laughed and asked, "How did it come out? I mean, what sort of an interview did you have with the young woman's father, the popular Mr. Verjoos?"
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