Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1888-11-02
THE PIGEON PIE.

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Everybody knows that the Holy Spirit
which on the day of Penteeost descended on
he apostles in tongues of fire, is usually rep
'esented under the airy and charming form
u white dove. From that came all old
sastronomic custom which is not without its
,harm. In some parts of France they cele-
orate Whitsuntide by eating with evident
relish at the family table fine pigeon stew
or pie, which they piously sprinkle with the
contents OF bottles long under seal Very
natterlng to the memory of the apostles, this
culinary homage, but doubtless less agreea-
Ole to the pigeons. But that is not the point
OF TINS sketch, which concerns "a story, or
rather real adventure, which | witnessed
In my boyhood
In her pretty villa on the banks of the
Loire, the Baroness Alice de MaiHeurv, an
adorable widow Of twenty-five springs, had
on Whitsunday quiet, social dinner party,
at which was to figure, with honors, a pigeon |
pie prepared by her own delicate hands,
Chief among her invited quests was the
young Capt. de Sahresac, called by the ladies |
the handsome Roland He was counting, |
openly and conspicuously, the pretty widow, |
OF whom he was at once the sutton and the |
friend. Handsome as Mars straight as A
,ailce, soiidly nodded as a gun, brave and
'oysl as his sword, the captain had but one
can perhaps, that of having been born in a
madpn the margin OF the Garonne. He
liaritjshers conscious of his Artasfian reci,s
age, witesnd had a somewhat boastful cour-
suffered =. true Gasco9 valor Alice, who
stories v ron bis exsggerations, thought his
at these ne toid in all sincerity, was vexed
witty, wi Gings, always amusing and often
ssTree s1us<sieh she could not correct. This
= q . rogue of a handsome captain had as it
were Gascon mirage in his brain
Dinner is announced, Roland offers his arm
to the baroness. They seat themselves at the
table Immediately after the soup my cap
tain begins to relate his feats of prowess with
all his we'll known energy. Alice contracts
her beautiful and finely arched eyebrows and
bites her rosy lips.
SONY dear captain, you have never known
what fear was in your litef
Never, baronessl except the fear Of dis
pleasing you Otherwise l have always re-
manned as impassl We as this salt cellar.n
by the way" asks with curiosity the
blonde Aliette de Toisac, ''whas is that story
about the wolfT
"Oh a very simple affair l was fifteen
years old at the time An enormous wolf,
driven from his den by snow and hunger,
came one fine day into the court yard of the
castle. Armed with pitchforks and clubs the
servants ran in, but at the sight of his grin
ming jaws, ornamented with formidable
tusks, his quivering tail and his wild eyes
which burned like live Goals, no one dares to
60 near him. Then | come forward as
though about to pick strawberry, and |
fasten a saucepan to the VOLTS tail then
stepping back clap my hands sharply. At
the noise the game sets of dragging his tin,
ware, and be is still running"
'Bravoi" exclaimed the gracious Julia
dArtinsec land your wild boar. 1t seems,
captain, that you almost missed him"
"Come now, had left the military school
at Saint Cyr TO spend my vacation in the
Ardennes with my cousin, Bernard de Haute-
futail. One morning went into the woods
to gather bouquet of honeysuckIe for my
cousin Bertha who has the prettiest foot in
the world Suddenly l caught sight of
boar asleep in his lair. To tell the truth |
was only youngster, solid enough other
wise, particularly in mathematics and love
making. l throw a stone and it falls di-
rectly on the recluse. Making bound he
charges on me with unheard of fury. For
arms sword cane-that is all. The boar is
dead. A gamekeeper comes and we cut up
the monster A few hours later offered my
cousin Bertha the head of my victim, bear
ing in its horrible jaws delicious bouquet
Of honeysuckle.H
Have you not also a story of goat which
Ia 4 Ok no
Countess of Beausoleil
THAT is a story of another sort. was
second lieutenant, in garrison at Tarbes.
While gathering some herbs on the mountain
encountered a flock of goats, guarded by
an enormous buck with gigantic horns l
stroke him gently down the hack This IA
miharity displeases him Suddenly he goes
Off few steps strikes the ground with his
bronze foot, lowers his big head and pounces
down on me with the impetuosity Of an ava
lanche. The goats take flight and the goat
herd cries out that am dead By spring,
skillfully calculated, l avoid the shock of the
creature, leap on his back, seize him by his
beard, throw him over, blind him with the
dust Of the road and strangle him with my
handkerchief. A rattle sounds in his throat,
he chokes, he is dead, The goatherd comes
indemnity him for the loss OF the beast
which leave there, reserving for myself
only the horns"
las for me" cries the lively Renee dc
Puyfera, 81 want my bear | demand my
bear
81 serve him to you, madame l was il
Switzerland climbing wild mountain il
merry company. Soon find myself quite {
distance from my companion climbers, beins
belated by my task Of gathering roses"
Doubtless for your cousin Bertha inter
rupted the baroness.
mo, madame for my mother, who wa
kept at the hotel by slight illness. / con
tinue my story. Suddenly hear fright
ful growing turn and see magnificen
bear about to eat some Strawberries l cal
him by his name. Good morning, Martin
look smart, my friend. Come, Martin, sur
pose you dance the bourree a little while 70
mel Wounded in his feelings. perhaps, q
being taken for an Auvergne bear when h
was Swiss, friend Martin rises on his hin
paws and comes straight toward me, b
arms stretched out like an old comrade VIII
is coming to embrace you. At the momen
when be is about to press me against hi
shaggy breast, skillfully bury little dag
ger In his heart! The next day invited NJ
friends to breakfast on my adversary. TIL
stakes, ladies, were excellent"
80" continued the baroness, "you hav
never in your life experienced even a su.
picion of fearl regret it, captain | haV
little liking for these perfectly valiant mel
these immovably courageous fellows, thes
souls that are invariably heroic, who hav
the air of being regulated in their movement
like clock. like to have something hl
man betrayed occasionally in the heart of
hernn
"You put me to rights In fine STYLE de-
baroness"
Zone day at Chantilly," the lady went o
while watering his pinks, the great Con,
's, grazed againt an adder which stood up his
ing. The conqueror of Rocroy took frist
threw away the watering pot and fed. On &
field of battle, Henry ", who was also
Gascon had at the beginning irresistib
shivers. You tremble, carcassr be won
cry, in the voice so dear to Gabrielle and
threw himself into the fight where victory rs
lied about his white pumes. In Egypt, o.
evening, Bonaparte is frightened by an o
gypsy. Gen. Bugeaud sleeping in his tent
Africa is awakened by a strange noise.
looks about HIM and perceives a mysterio
white form. Doubtless the bIrnous of
Arab who wishes to assassinate him. Wi
a trembling hand he takes his pistol al
fires on the Mussulmaa They run in fro
the camp, lights are broupht-the penera