The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1875-04-22

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eau Yquem besides the appetizing dish.
"What were you abiding to Gastong r
said tie actress.
s'Oh, nothing; mere stage 1oot'H
some behind-scene scandal. Duke, al
low me to- pour you out some OF this
golden nectar Fine aroma. You, as
an enologist, will find it exquisite, and
appreciate it, too It was recommended
to me by my friend Ernest Hendave.
You remember him? Poor fellow, he
was killed at Solferlno. Splendid ar
list. Landscape painter of great merit.
C7rse the Austrian bullets. Here's to
you"
So saying, he quaffed off his glass and
finished, serupulously, the generous pof-
ton of sole placed before him by his
astronomical adversary.
.sThis fish," said Marguerite, sis not
up to the Cafe Auglais standard it lacks
something, [ cannot tell what.
Lemon, perhaps" said CASTOR
.sBut [ assure you it is delicious, and l
vii refer to the Duke, whose fondness
fer fish is proverbial at the club. [ be
lieve he descended into the Melstrom
with his yacht after a Norwegian salmon
and his treatise on piscatorial matters IN
general could not have been better, even
in the Encyclopedia. %
sNo, no, madam. CASTOR exagger-
ates. Besides, I would not take upon
myself the liberty of criticising your ex-
cellent taste; but really find this dish
worthy of the Gordon 6leu attached to
the restaurant, succulent and well flaw
ored in the extreme however you know
they say Degusti5us NON dis
ssCome, come, no Latin, Duke. The
greatest wrong q man can have towards
women, sometimes, is to be II the right.
But will capitulate. But what is this 2
.shts de Ue0u o. lG Ja1'd6niers, said
a spruce, liveried old garcon. "What
WINE, gentleman!
| s'Margeaux.'
"Well, what is the news of the week,
Duke continued the fair coanedieaaaae.
''Any new conquests? Is it really
true that Cora intends to make her de-
| bit in ''Orphee aux Enters 2" Come
drop this taciturnity aud tell me all you
know. Why, declare, how you do eat
tonight Are you famished? You don't
eat, you devour.'
| 81 rode in the Bots this morning to
try my new mare, Fanny; the ride
sharpened my appetite. AS to your
other questions, Mad emoiselle," an
swered the Duke, tossing off a small
glass of claret, instantly replenished. Il
must find my breath to reply. Conquests
[ have few My Don Juanic days are
over. am bitter old skeptic now
Il s'Poohl" retorted Marguerite ga man
of 35, an artist, s millionaire, turning
synical. Ha ha! you are concealing
some '6oaaae fortaaae.' Non cher, tell
me, is she prettys"
':No, I am serious, Miss. I abiure
the fair sex pro tenn. I find women to be
as perfdious as the waves. An English
poet said something to that effect, I be-
lieve."
s'Perfdious as the waves! Well,
agree" laughed Marguerite ''but men
are such good swimmers, you know"
"You are facetious, Madamoiselle.
But, nevertheless, 1 no longer believe in
women; and in their virtue, less.
sob, horrible p exclaimed the actress.
"Why?"
'sWell, to preserve precious object.
it must be used as little as possible. Is
not that SOP"
''Certainly."
s.Well, apply that aphorism to viz
tue
but, Count, you are not eating. AL
low me. Here comes a 'Chateau6riand
oaar petits pois, that looks superbly.
Suppose Madamoiselle, that we post
pone our psychological and abstract dis
cussion upon virtue till that of the old
Beaune, I have ordered, has been thor
oughly investigated. .
Gas you viii, Duke, only I shall make
a desperate struggle, warn you, to sus-
tain the honor of my eliminated SEX
ga 1iScOnfitIIre from SI1ch q fair I'D
versary would delight me Madame
| selle.
''Louis XIV. Louis XIV. Duke-old
school" laughed CASTOR, helping HIM
self to salmis which had just been
| hrouoht in. .sRY the WAY. what has be