Among those prisint is his mother. She's a frivolous ol'
loon, this Marie Louisa, that was Napolyon's sicond wife, though between
you an' me, Father Kelly has niver reconized her as such, th' Impror
havin' a wife livin' that was as tough as they make thim. But annyhow
she was there. She hadn't done much f'r her son, but she come to see him
off with siv'ral ladies that loved him an' others. Bein' a busy an'
fashn'able woman she cudden't raymimber his name. At times she called
him 'Frank' an' thin 'Fronzwah' an' 'Fritz' an' 'Ferdynand'--'twas a
name beginnin' with 'f' she knew that--but he f'rgive her an' ast
somewan to r-read to him. 'What shall it be?' says a gin'ral. 'R-read
about th' time I was christened,' says th' boy. An' th' gin'ral r-reads:
'At iliven o'clock at th' church iv Nothre Dame in th' prisince iv th'
followin' princes--,' 'Cut out th' princes,' says th' la-ad. 'An' kings
--' 'F'rget th' kings,' says th' lad. 'Th' son iv th' Impror--' 'He's
dead,' says th' doctor. 'Put on his white soot,' says th' Main Thing
among th' Austhreeches that was again him fr'm th' beginnin'. An' there
ye ar-re."
"Is that all?" asked Mr. Hennessy.
"That's all," said Mr. Dooley.
"He died?"
"He did."
"But he was sthrong r-right up to th' end.
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