San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-11-09
THE PIGEON PIE.

Everybody knows that the Holy Spirit
which on the day Of Pentecost descended on
the apostles in tongues OF fire, is usually rep
resented under the airy and charming form
of a white dove From that came an old
gastronomic custom which is not without its
charm. In some parts of France they cee
brate 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
hattering to the memory Of the apostles, this
culinary homage, but doubtless less agreea-
BILE to the pigeons. But that is not the point
Of this sketch, which concerns a story, or
rather a real adventure, which | witnessed
III my boyhoOl
In her pretty villa on the banks of the
Loire, the Baroness Alice de Maifleury, an
adorable widow Of twenty-ffv 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 Sabresac, called by the ladies
the handsome Roland. He WIS counting,
openly and conspicuotlsty, the pretty widow,
of whom he was at once the srIitor and the
lance, solidly nodded rs a gun, brave and
loyal as his sword, tho captain had but one
fault, perhaps, that Of having been born in
castle on tho margin Of the Garonne He
made others conscious Of his Artagnan pecu-
harities, and had a somewhat boastful cour-
age, with true Gssccn valof. Alice, who
suffered from bis s1aeeerations, though his
stories were told in all sincerity, was vexed
at these brasgings, always amusing and often
witty, which she could not correct This
great rogue Of handsome captain had as It
we're Gascon mirage in his brain.
Dinner rs announced, Roland offers his arm
to the baroness They scat themselves at the
table Immediately afcer the soup my cap
tain begins to relate his feats Of proves with
all bis we'll known energy. Alice contracts
her beautiful and finely arched eyebrows and
bites her rosy lips
$50, my dear captain, you have never known
what fear was in your lief
Never, baronessl except the fear Of dis
pleasing you Otherwise l have always re-
manned as impassl We as this salt cellar"
"By the way" asks with cuyiosity the
blonde Aliette de Toisac, what is that story
about the WOLFF
'Oh! a very simple affair. 1 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
tusEs, his quiveIng tail and his wild eyes
which burned like live Goals, no one dares to
go near him. Then l come forward as
though about to pick a strawberry, and
fasten a saucepan to the VOLTS tail, then
stepping back clap my hands sharply. At
the noise the game sets off dragging his tin
ware, and he is still running"
"BravoI" exclaimed the gracious Julia
d'Artinsec, 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
ATdSnDea With my !fSpnsiin, Rse-rsrd d. Ha1te-