The Lake Charles echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1876-1898, 1877-01-26

-A0 '"'0 lie Ihought 30; could he be Of
any use | said l shorld feel much OBJ
hged if he would prescibe for me. He
removed my soup,Dlate, and remarked
that boiled halibut' was very nice.
Boiled halibut let it be, then said 7.
though had but the moment before put
pencil. mark against striped bass I
had not the slightest knowledge Of what
either Of them stood for, but had chosen
the bass, because it was a shorter word.
There will be less of it, I thought, having
an eye to the long procession of edibles
thatwas to follow. And after, that q in
qui'ed the man. Anything SMALL I
returned, and he suggested baked beans
with pork, in the Bogton STYLE where.
upon l resignedly told him to his worst
A domestic duck followed. was now
entirely in his hands, and after looking
at 1t for FIVE minutes, during which time
knew was under his observation,
took advantage of his turning his Rack
to send it away by another man. Then
he came back to ring the changes on
sweet potatoes boiled hominy,' yellow
turnlps' and 'succotash, and said fierce
" that l would take all of them. for
now began to suspect an attempt to put
me down. might fall, but would fall
gIOriously. The old country should
never be disgraced in my person. All
cared about was to have news broken
gently to them at home. I thought Of
those last words of the fOredoomed duel
ist in the 'Corsican Brothers, In three
days you will write to my mother that I
fell from my horse in seven, you will
say that l am dead to learn the news
too suddenly would kill her 'Tipsy
Parson pudding:' said the black.
Roman cream" Lady -? He was
now becoming diaboIicaI in aspect, and
yet at first thought there was benevo-
Ience in his face. Let it be the Roman.
In that heroic adjective meLhought there
was something peculiarly applicable to
my present determination to do or die.
Strawberry ice cream, bananas, .raisins
crackers and Chez; but why should
I be ashamed TO confess it-by this time
| | had turned and fed.
81 might as we'll have remained, l had
put the dinner off so long in seeking a
partial recovery for exhausted nature
after the breakfast that when I rose from
the table was in a manner surprised by
the tea. Tea, to 9'-and it was now
!. 1t was tea-time, then; it was even
past tea-time. I was positively late.
Il row suddenly formed and duly prs
ceeded to carry out a resolution which l
cannot but think showed some fertility
of resource. 1t was about the only thing
tina. could have saved me under these
irving circumstances, having another
meal, As it were, staring me in the face.
Nobody suggested it; I thought Of it,
l might rather say I invented it wholly
by myself, under the stimulus of neces-
sitv in the shape of incipient suhocation.
Ny resolution was not to take tea. l
shall always consider that this and my
subsequent abstinence from supper on
this first trying day were, under proyi-
dence, the saving Of my life"
This narrative talHes in every particu-
lar with my own observation that Amer
lea is emphatically a land of plenty. l
too am living in hotels, and I too have
noticed, like my friend, that the supply
of food in these establishments is almost
wastetully copious. I have frequently
seen men order tive or three dishes in
vegetables in order to pick q mouthtuL
from each, and they have at the same
time been preparing to toy in due course
with three or four kinds of meat or game
in the same wa>teful way-eaCh dish
brought to them being nearly or quite
sufficient to make a meal if there was
nothing else on the table. As it is, they
get into q habit of dipping into deIicacies
As reviewers dip into books, but with less
excuse, for the latter have to skip to eat
while the former appear to eat only that
they may enjoy the wanton pleasure of
skipping. was curious enough one day
to count the number of things he tasted
and of things he did not taste which one
old gentleman had set before him in
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