"I brought it upon myself." "Ah!" interrupted M.Grandissime, with a broad smile, "excuse me--I am fully prepared to believe it.

But the charge is a false one.

I told them so.

My-de'-seh--I know that a citizen of the United States in the United States has a right to become, and to be called, under the laws governing the case, a Louisianian, a Vermonter, or a Virginian, as it may suit his whim; and even if he should be found dishonest or dangerous, he has a right to be treated just exactly as we treat the knaves and ruffians who are native born! Every discreet man must admit that." "But if they do not enforce it, Mr.Grandissime," quickly responded the sore apothecary, "if they continually forget it--if one must surrender himself to the errors and crimes of the community as he finds it--" The Creole uttered a low laugh.
"Party differences, Mr.Frowenfeld; they have them in all countries." "So your cousins said," said Frowenfeld.
"And how did you answer them ?" "Offensively," said the apothecary, with sincere mortification.
"Oh! that was easy," replied the other, amusedly; "but how ?" "I said that, having here only such party differences as are common elsewhere, we do not behave as they elsewhere do; that in most civilized countries the immigrant is welcome, but here he is not.

I am afraid I have not learned the art of courteous debate," said Frowenfeld, with a smile of apology.
"'Tis a great art," said the Creole, quietly, stroking his horse's neck.
"I suppose my cousins denied your statement with indignation, eh ?" "Yes; they said the honest immigrant is always welcome." "Well, do you not find that true ?" "But, Mr.Grandissime, that is requiring the immigrant to prove his innocence!" Frowenfeld spoke from the heart.