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acknowledge him, that would do him more good than most anything else; so we

said we would, if he would tell us how. He said we ought to bow, when we

spoke to him, and say "Your Grace," or "My Lord," or "Your Lordship" --

and he wouldn't mind it if we called him plain "Bridgewater," which he said

was a title, anyway, and not a name; and one of us ought to wait on him at

dinner, and do any little thing for him he wanted done.

Well, that was all easy, so we done it. All through dinner Jim stood

around and waited on him, and says, "Will yo' Grace have some o' dis, or

some o' dat?" and so on, and a body could see it was mighty pleasing to

him.

But the old man got pretty silent, by-and-by -- didn't have much to say,

and didn't look pretty comfortable over all that petting that was going on around

that duke. He seemed to have something on his mind. So, along in the after-

noon, he says: ssssssssss

"Looky here, Bilgewater," he says, "I'm nation sorry for you, but you ain't

the only person that's had troubles like that."

"No?" ssssssssss

"No, you ain't. You ain't the only person that's ben snaked down

wrongfully out'n a high place." ssssssssss

"Alas!" ssssssssss

"No, you ain't the only person that's had a secret of his birth." And by

jings, he begins to cry. ssssssssss

"Hold! What do you mean?"

"Bilgewater, kin I trust you?" says the old man, still sort of sobbing.

"To the bitter death!" He took the old man by the hand and squeezed it,

and says, "The secret of your being: speak!"

"Bilgewater, I am the late Dauphin!"

You bet you Jim and me stared, this time. Then the duke says --

"You are what?"

"Yes, my friend, it is too true -- your eyes is lookin' at this very moment

on the pore disappeared Dauphin, Looy the Seventeen, son of Looy the Sixteen

and Marry Antonette." ssssssssss

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