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

slams areV very proud, you know; they
were prOudcr than usual at that par
ticular epoch.
DIR. Won Wurst laughed. ~ don't
care how the food's cooked" he said,
brutally, $50 long as there's plenty
| to eat.
AS we assembled the stairs, delici-
| GUS OdOr assailed OurnOstrils. There
was Magloire in his Sunday clothes;
he looked much more like marques
than n cook. He received DR.. Won
Wurst with etfusiOn. He bowed, he
gesticulated, he smiled-therc seemed
something treacherous and diabOlical
about that smile of his; and noticed
that he never shook hands with the
Prussian. The table was decorated
with flowers; there was q written
menu upon it. 1t ran as follOws:-
Snail-Soup la Trochu.
Pied de MOutOn a la GamDetta.
Pigeons a la Franc-tircur.
ClVet de lapln "a la MaglOire.
Contitures DiverScS
/ must confess it; DR.. Won WurSt
staggered in an offensive manner: but
my friend MaglOire bore it bravely.
The German was hel ped twice to snail
soup.
eve didn't live like this during the
war he said, with great laugh. And
then the conversation turned upon
cooks and cookery, aud the miserable
German was guilty of q wrctChcd 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.
-Frenchmcn should leave fighting
alone, and stick to cookery, the finest
OF fine arts; that 5 where they
shine
NJ. Magloire made a horribIegrimace
and helped the doctor literally to IL
great platefuI of the rich and fragrant
stew that he had entitled "civet de
iapin q la MaglOire." For full five
minutes my German acquaintance
did not speak q single word. He
ate-hOW he ate!- silently enthusiasts
tically, voraciously: and then he
held out his plate for more. He picked
the bones, he moppcd 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.
Il don't suppose you ever did, "
said NJ. Magloire, dryly.
"Franre is aVengrd.' he whispered
to me behind his hand.
Then the German gorged himself
Withconhtures and drank a good deal
more than his share of the wine.
III l.
Wurst, turning little pale, as he
took his leave, that I've eaten too
much breakfast"
\ dreadful thought passed through
my mind. Had Magloire poisoned
him?
We We're alone, and then NJ. MaglOire
began to laugh till | 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 will tell YOU"
gave the required pledge.
you have not seen Mephistopheles
to-day" he said in q whisper, Eat
least, not to recognize him. Last
night" he went on, ''Iast night he
died. | slew him-alonc and unarmed
| did it. MephistopheIes is dead, my
friend; and have buried him-buried
him, all except his skin and his head,
in a 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 OF
MephistopheIes; 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 q tomcat. Hadn' we bet
ter have a glass OF Chartreuse?'