"Yes, my friend, it is too true," confided the mysterious, grey-bearded hitchhiker aboard Huckleberry Finn's raft, "your eyes is lookin' at the very moment on the pore disappeared Daughin, Looy the Seventeen, son of Looy the Sixteen and Marry Antonette . . . You see before you, in blue jeans and misery, the wanderin', exiled trampled-on, and sufferin' rightful King of France."
This grisly old con-man of Mark Twain's imagining was soon proved a fraud and ended his brief reign riding out of a Mississippi River town on a rail. But the real-life...
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