Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1885-11-13

difficulty. But here the telegust comes
in. You crunch your phosphorus and
your gluten and your starch, and the
flavor is not that of phosphorus, glu-
ten and starch, but Of, say, quail on
toast"
He paused and reflected a moment. ]
suppose my intense gaze at the box at
tracted his attention, for he looked at
me uneasily, and then placed his hand
on the instrument, carelessly. but with
the evident intention of maintaining his
grasp upon it. Would he reveal the Sc
cret'' He must have OWNED my
thoughts.
Patience" he continued; "the mar
Vicious mechanism of the telegust will
be explained in q moment. Meanwhile,
think of what is stored up in this little
continuance. "Conceive," said he,
warming to his subject. conceive a
central station in a great city-say,
New York. Conceive myriads of these
instruments there located-myriads of
wires leading into everybody's dining
room, the world ransacked for delica-
cies to please the palate, and artists to
cook them, all gathered at the distribute
ing point. Your grocer or your chem
list supplies you the invariable health
food. You mix it with water for soup.
make it into compounds of various sorts
and color to look like meat and vegeta-
bles-freeze it for your ices-heat It for
your tea and coffee.
"Now give your dinner party. No
cooks to fail; no troubled Amphitrvon
lest the feast shall go wrong. From the
egg to the apple-pertection!
''The daily bill of fare distributed
from the central station tells you what
favors are ready to come over the
wires. Your guests are served. In lieu
of a printed menu card each
convive has a switch : boarl
before him. The rich will have
gold and silver press buttons, each
with its ivory tag bearing the name of
the corresponding flavor. The deli
cately ornamenteo jeweled bracelet is
slipped over the wrist-the little button
of gold placed under the tongue, and
the magic of the telegust changes the
~health-food paste into green turtle soup,
and tho feast proceeds.
cts grand! It's magnificent Think
of it! Think of the delightful favors
given to the most nauseous medicines !
Think of the possibility of starving
yourself with the highest gustatory en-
joyment. or of indulging your vinous
proclivities upon pure water without
the perils of MEDITATION! And think of
the national progress-the superiority
OF a race reared only on food of the
most perfect nutritious quality! Think
of it! Think of it,"
just here he raised his hand from
his instrument and banged his fist down
on the table.
The temptation overpowered me. MY
brain reeled. I !eaped forward and
clutched the %telegust. He sprang to-
ward it like a tiger, and grasped it also.
We glared at each other in silence, our
teeth set and lips trembling with ex-
citement. our fingers Selling the bog
with a deathlike grip.
"Let go of it ~ he Kissed.
"The secret" l demanded.
"Let go of it-or-"
The bracelet was still on my wrist
the disk under my tongue. He olsen
gagged one hand from the box quickly
seized q bottle from the open case. and
emptied its contents into the instru-
ment.
Horror! what was this: A taste as OF
bitter soap-a hideous acrid SAVIOR like
ashes that burned and stung and choked
my mouth and parched my tongue. A
terrible nausea seized upon me-then a
wild desire for revenge. I hurled my
self upon him:
"Will yes kape quiet now. Kape
quiet, l tell yes. No, mum, it's not
drunk he is-barring the cigar is wrong
ind foremost in his mouth, bedad?"
struggled to my feet. A stout man
wearing 3 blue coat with brass buttons,
with a glittering shield on his breast,
confronted me.
My wife was a~nxiously pcering into
my face and q crowd of terror-stricken
servants huddled in the doorway.
l stared about in establishment. Ide-
manded an explanation.
"Shure, yes rang the district call for
the police four times. And when Icame
up ye was a-rolling about on the tlure
thrying to swallow the cigar. And thin
yes jumped at me whin I opened the
dure and thried to choke the life out of
me,'' said the policeman, ruefully.
"You fell asleep, dear. Did you
dream?" asked my wife, sympathiz-
ingly.
Was it dream?
Is it. a dream, then, only Of the fu-
ture? Will the secret be discovered?
Who knows?
Perhaps buried in the yellow and
aged sketch-book of some modern wiz
ard is the drawing of the wonderful in
strument. Perhaps some inventor Of
the next century, porting ove his old
patents, will find that he has revealed
in some one of them, all unknown to
himself and everybody else, the secret of
the telegust and the gyratory current.
Things as strange have happened
they may again.-Pa1k Benjamin, in
N. Y Evenimg Post.
Save the Corn Stalks.
OF the many things 1 admire in my
German ncighbor, non excite my re-
spect more than tho very successful wav