The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1891-05-14

slams are very proud, you know; they
were prouder than usual at that par
ticular epoch. .----.
DIR. Won. Wurst laughed. az don't
care how the food cooked y he said,
brutally, $50 long as there's plenty
to eat. -, q - .r-.
AS we assembled the stairs, q delici-
Gus odor assailed ournostrils. There
was Magloire in his Sunday clothes;
he looked much more like O marques
than cook. He received DR.. Won
Wurst with effusion. He bowed, he
gesticulated, he smiled-there seemed
something treacherous and diaboical
about that smile OF his; and | noticed
that he never shook hands with the
Prussian. The table was decorated
with flowers; there was O. written
menu upon it. 1t ran as follows:-
Snail-Soup la Trochu.
Pied de Mouton la Gambetta.
Pigeons a la Franc-tireur
Cvet de lapin la Magloire.
Continues Diverses.
must confess it; DR.. Won Wurst
staggered in an offensive manner: but
my friend Magloire bore it bravely.
The German was helped twice to snail
soup.
eve didn't live like this during the
war;" he said, with agreat laugh. And
then the conversation turned upon
cooks and cookery, aud the miserable
German was guilty of wretched cpl
gram. every man should stick
to his trade" he said with mouth full
ofpied demouton q la Gambetta; eve
Germans are soldiers born-haw, haW!
-Frenchmen should leave fighting
alone, and stick to cookery, the finest
of fine arts; that's where they
shine"
Nj. Magloire made q horrible grimace
and helped the doctor literally to q
great plateful of the rich and fragrant
stew that he had entitled "civet de
lapin a la Magloire." For full FIVE
minutes my German acquaintance
did not speak single word. He
ate-hoW he ate!- silently enthusiast
tically, voraciously: and then he
held out his plate for more. He picked
the bones, he mopped up the rich
gravy with his bread and then he had
a third helping, and he finished the
entire dishful.
81 never tasted anything like it, !"
he said, and there We're tears of
gratitude in his eyes.
II don't suppose you ever did, "
said M. Magloire, dryly.
"France is avenged" he whispered
to me behind his hand.
Then the German gorged himself
with contitures and drank good deal
more than his share of the wine.
81 verify believe" said DR.. Won
Wurst, turning o little pale, as he
took his leave, chat I've eaten too
much breakfast"
A dreadful thought passed through
my mind. Had Magloire poisoned
him?
We were alone, and then M. Magloire
began to laugh till l thought he had
gone mad; my friend the cook must
have laughed for five minutes by the
clock. When he left off laughing |
asked him what he meant by his
mysterious statement that France
was avenged.
"Swear you will never betray me,
my friend, and l will tell YOU"
| gave the required pledge.
you have not seen Mephistopheles
to-day" he said in a whisper, "at
least, not to recognize him. Last
night" he went on, "last night he
died. | slew him-alone and unarmed
| did it. Mephistopheles is dead, my
friend; and have buried him-buried
him, all except his skin and his head,
in living tomb. The mantle Ger
man man with the unpronounceable
name, the man who has insulted my
country and my noble profession
has swallowed the mortal remains oil
Mephistopheles; he is now digesting
him. hope it will disagree with him;
but don't think it will. A Prussian
medical student, sir, can digest any.
thing, even g. tomcat. Hadn't we bet
ter have a glass of Chartreuse?"