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dinner was arranged to take place in the large dining-room of the Bull
and Butcher, the largest hotel in the town. Although some people were
anything but pleased at the arrangement, so little ill-feeling was felt
towards the Germans that a good number of the townspeople gathered.
When the dinner had been eaten the chairman rose to propose the toast
of the evening. He said that although Mr. Shweitzer was called upon to
fight against the English people, the town had no ill-will against him
personally; they all knew him as a good fellow, a good sportsman, and
an honourable business man. During the time he had been in Brunford
they had opened their doors to him and received him as an honoured
guest, and although the unfortunate war had taken place, they had
nothing but good feeling towards Mr. Shweitzer. That was why they had
invited him as their guest that night, and he, the chairman, expressed
the hope that the war would soon be over and that Mr. Shweitzer would
return and take up the position which he had so long occupied amongst
them. The toast to his health was heartily cheered; good feeling
abounded, and all waited for the response of the German guest.

As Mr. Shweitzer rose to respond he received quite an ovation; the
diners even went so far as to give him musical honours. Mr.
Shweitzer's reply was in fairly good English. He thanked his friends
for their good-fellowship, and for the kind things they had said about
him.

"As to my coming back to Brunford again," he concluded, "I have but
little doubt that I shall return, but when I do, the Kaiser, and not
the man you now own as king, will rule over England. For the Germans
are going to lick your country, and Wilhelm II will be your future
king."

For a few seconds those who had gathered were so much astonished that
there was a dead silence. Meanwhile the German looked around the room
with a supercilious smile.

Then an Englishman who had been sitting close by came up to the German.
He was a brawny, stalwart fellow. "Do you mean that?" he asked the
German.

"Yes, I do," was the reply.

The Englishman without another word struck him a mighty blow on the
jaw. "That for you and your Kaiser!" he exclaimed amidst the shouts of
those present.

The blow was so heavy and so well aimed that the German's jaw was
broken. He was taken to the hospital, where he remained for some
months, and he has not yet returned to Germany.[1]

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