St. Landry democrat., 1891-07-11

a. Paris. ! lived in the
waN Rue de PAncienne
~ Coincide, which,, as
" w. you know perfectly
well, is just at the back OF the Odeon
Theatre, in the heart of the Quarter
Latin. lived on the fourth tloor-1
and NJ. Magloire. We were both stud.
ents-I of medicine, he of the culinary
| art. Magloire was an enthusiast; 80
| was I. / believe we each of us loved
his particular art as q true artist
should, above everything else. Mag
loire had begun life as a marmiton, lie
rose to be a journeymnn. he become a
sous-chef; and then he came to Paris
to carry out the ambition of his life;
he came to Paris to study under the
great Capilotade. the cook of cooks,
Napoleon Of the culinary art. He WAS
ambitious, you see, this NJ. Magloire,
my fellow-lodger.
1.-THE day will come" he would say
to me, "when my talent will be recog-
nized. The day will come-ah, and
you will live to see it, my friend
when every fashionable dish will he
accommodated a IL Maxloire-soup
Ia Magloire, fish a Ia MaSloire,
entrees, pastry, all la Magloire.
The bills of fare of the fashionable
restaurants will bristle with plats q Ia
Magloire Discreet walters, on being
consulted by their habitual Gust omers,
the great bon vivants, will suggest
that the latest style is la Magloire
and the man who intends to dine we'll
will order the artistic masterpiece of
His proposed dinner to be confectionM
la Magloire; and lie will never, never,
never repent that decision. The
recipes for those inestimable plats are
here" the little man would say with
selfsatistied smile, pointing to his
bomb-shell forehead.
But his art was not his onl y pas
sion; he hated the enemies of his
country, the Germans, with 1, Zero
cious hatred. | believe there is moth
ing that he would have cooked with
greater pleasure than Prince Bismarck
himself. "1'here's nothing good about
german" he would say except his
enormous appetite and his wonderful
Digestion"
We lived in al adjoining room, NJ.
Magloire and I, we had q little box of
kitchen, as is frequently the case in
French lodging houses, in common. I
was only too glad to mess with Mr..
Maglorie We lived for next to moth
ing, but he always gave me neje,mer
of four plats at twelve o'clock
Magloire had not an enemy in the
world except Mephistopheles, the cat
of our landlord, who occudied the first
floor. This Mephistopheles pervaded
the house; and he was a past master
in the predatory art. Mephist opheles
was red cat, fiend i'll feline form.
The measure of his iniquity was full;
he had eaten the canary of Mile. Lucie,
the pretty millmer on the floor above;
he had devoured the favorite startling
of the wife of the concierge; and many
time and oft he had stolen choice
morses from the laboratory OF my
friend Magloire.
"Magloire," said I to my fellow
lodger one night, rs we were consum-
ing a grog au vim in my room, "Ive
taken a liberty with you; have in
vited my friend, DR.. Won Wurst, to
breakfast tomorrow. | felt certain
you wouldn't mind when l gave the
invitation; but after left him, re-
membered that he was q Prutsian,
and, knowing your hatred of Prus-
siaas, perhaps had better take him
out to breakfast. Can you lend ME
five francs, for / am dead broker"
NJ Magloire upset the tumbler over
his trousers; what was in the tumbler
was hot. Doctor" cried NJ. Mag
loire, and his eyes sparkled with ming
led pair and rage, "when you ask me
to cook for the enemy of my country,
you insult me. would cook for the
ignorant, the uncultured, even for the
cannibal; but for the enemy
of my country, never! Farewell, per-
fhious Englishman, you've hurt my
feelings" and he rushed from the
room.
I heard him lock himself in his bed
room, and there was dead silence
for full quarter of an honr. 1t was
suddenly broken by a confused noise
of running about in my fellow-lod-
gers room. Then there was the
sound of a heavy blow-then a silence.
Five minutes afterwards, there WAS q |
tap at my door, and Maeloire appear
ed He was very red in the face, and |
he looked very much ashamed of him
self.
Dr. Labels" he said, "forgive my
loss of temper; forgive my apparent |
rudeness. 1 have repented; embrace
me, my friend, Labels" he cried, hur
riedly, "your friend-your Prussian
not be disappointed. I
will do my best for you tomorrow,
and for him. You are hard up, my
friend, but you still have credit with
he wine merchant.
"Send in q couple of bottles of wine,
then, and look to Magloire for the
breakfast; leave that to me. will
provide a breakfast-sucha break
asia breakfast that Lucullus him.
self would not be ashamed to assist
1t. But I've one stipulation to
Make" cried the little man; II will
compose a special dish of honor for
vour friend, the Prussian, a 'civet de
apin la Magloire,' a delicious plat,
,ut you must promise ME not to par
AXE of It,"
"You're not going to poison him?"