The French troops did march up Unter den Linden they would
find it tolerably rough sledding, and if there was any singing
done a good many of them probably would not be able to join in the
last verse.
Immediately following this, our conductor confided to me that he
had once had the honor of serving Mr. Clemens, whom he referred
to as Mick Twine. He told me things about Mr. Clemens of which I
had never heard. I do not think Mr. Clemens ever heard of them
either. Then the brigadier - it was now after three o'clock, and
between three and three-thirty he was a brigadier - drew my arm
within his.
"I, too, am an author," he stated. "It is not generally known,
but I have written much. I wrote a book of which you may have
heard - 'The Wandering Jew.'" And he tapped himself on the bosom
proudly.
I said I had somehow contracted a notion that a party named Sue
- Eugene Sue - had something to do with writing the work of that
name.
"Ah, but you are right there, my friend," he said. "Sue wrote
'The Wandering Jew' the first time - as a novel, merely; but I wrote
him much better - as a satire on the anti-Semitic movement."
I surrendered without offering to strike another blow and from
that time on he had his own way with us.
