The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-10-17

health foods do have that difficulty. Bu' here the telegust comes in. You crunch your phosphorous and your gluten and your starch, and the flavor is not that o1 phosphorus, gluten, and starch, but of say. quail on toast"
 He paused and reflected moment. suppose my intense gaze at the box at tracted his attention, tor he looked at me uneasily, and then placed his hand on the instrument, carelessly, but with the eVi- dent intention of maintaining his grasp upon it. Would he reveal the secret He must have divined ny thoughts.
 "Patence," he continued the mar vellous mechanism of the telegust will he explained in a moment. Meanwhile think of what is stored up in this little contrivauce. Conceive" said he, warm. ing to his subject, conceive central station in great city-sAy, New York Conceive myriads ot these instruments there located-myriads of wires leading into everybody's dining.room, the world ransacked fir deicacles to please the palate, and artists to cook them, all gath cred at the distributing point. Your grocer or your che.nis. supplies you the invariable health food. You mix it with water for soup, make it into compounds of vanous sorts and color to look like meat and vegetables freeze it for your ices-he2t 1t for your tea and coffee.
 Nov give your dinner party. No cooks to fail no troubled Am nhitryon lest the feast shall go wrong From the egg to the apple-perisction 1 Tba a. kill of fara feom the central station tells you wh at favors are ready to come over the wires Your gue,ts are served. In lieu of a painted menu card each convive has a switch board before him. The rich will have gold and silver press buttons. each with its ivory tag bearing the name Of the corresponding favor The delicately ornamented jewelled bracelet is slipped over the wrist-the little button of gold placed under the tongue, and the magic of the telegust changes the health-tood paste into green turtle soup, and the feast proceeds.
 Its grand l;'s magnificent Think of it! Think of the deI!gh,fui havors l given to the most nauseous medicines Think of the possibility of starvlng your sell with the higEes: austat lry enjoy ment, or of indn!giug your vlnou' pro- c!ivities upon pure water without the perils cf ineorlation And think of the national progress-the superiority of a race reared only on food ot the most perfect nutritious quality. Think of It !. Think of l.! !'
 ust here he raised his hand from his instrument and banged his fist down O. the table
 The temptation overpowered me. My brain reeled. leaped forward and clutched the .elegust. He esprang toward t like tiger, and grasped 1t also. We slarcd at each other ln silence, our teeth set ana lips trembling with excitement, our hoGers sezing the box with death like Snp.
 Let go of it. he hissed.
 ~ The secret" demanded
 "L Let go of lt-ol-'
 The bracelet was stll on my wrist the disk under Ipy tougne. He disen. gagged one hand from the box quickly seized bottle from the open case, and emptie its contents into the instrument
 Horror what was this ! A taste as of bitter soap--a hideous acrid savor like ashes that butned and stung and choked my mouth aud parched my tongue A terrible nausea selzed upon me then wild desire for revenge. 1 hurled myself upon him.
 
 Twill yes kape quiet now. Rape quiet, tell yes. No, mum, it's not drunk he is barring the cigar is wrong ind tore most iu his mouth, bedad."
 struggled to my feet. A stout man wearing d blue coat with brass buttons, with a glittering shield on his breast, confronted me.
 My wife was aaxiously peerng into my face and crowd of terror stricken ser wants huddled in the doorway.
 stared about ln astonishment. de- manded an exptanatiou.
 "Shure, yes rang the disthiict call for the police four times, And when came up ye was a-rolliug about on the hure thrying to swallow c,gar. Ar, thin yes jumped at me whin opened the dure tnd thriei to choke the lie out of me-" said the policeman iuetully.
 You fell asleep, dear. Did you dream!' asked my wife sympa.hizingly.
 Was 1t dream
 Is 1t dream hen only of the future Will the secret be discovered? Who knows2
 Perhaps buried in the yellow and aged s<etCh-book of some modern wizard Is the drawing of the wonderful instrument Perhaps some inventor of the next century boring over his old patents will find that he h Is revealed ln some one of them, all unknown 10 himself and to everybody else, the secret of the telegust aud the gyratory current
 Things as strange have happened = they may again,-Pa,k Beniamin, in Mc70 Iork EVenins PosL
 Death in the Fortisth of a Second.