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

Theatre, in the heart of the Quarter
Latin. lived on the fourth foor-I
and M. Magloire. We were both stud
ents-I of medicine, he of the culinary
art. Magloire was an enthusiast; so
was l. | believe we each of us loved
his particular art as o true artist
should, above everything else. Mag
loire had begun life as a marmitOn, he
rose to be a jOurneyman, he become
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.
''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 be
accommodated la MaglOire-soup
a la Magloire, fish q Ia Magloire,
entrees, pastry, all q la Magloire.
The bills of fare of the fashionable
restaurants will bristle with plats a la
Magloire. Discreet walters, on being
consulted by their habitual customers,
the great bon vivants, will suggest
that the latest style is q la MaglOire;
and the man who intends to dine well
will order the artistic masterpiece of
his proposed dinner to aforementioned
q la Magloire; and he Wlllnever, never,
never repent that decision. The
recipes for those inestimable plats are
here" the little man would say with
a self-satisfied smile, pointing to his
bomb-shell forehead.
But his art was not his only pas
sion; he hated the enemies of his
country, the Germans, with q fero-
cious hatred. I believe there is moth
ing that he would have cooked with
greaterpleasure than Prince Bismarck
himself. "There's nothing good about
german" he would say" except his
enormous appetite and his wonderful
Digestion"
We lived in an adjoining room, M.
Magloire and |, we had little box of
a 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 nejeuner
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 Mephlstopheles pervaded
the house; and he was a past master
in the predatory art. Mephistopheles
was red cat, fiend in feline form.
The measure of his iniquity was full;
he had eaten the canary of Mile. Lucie,
the pretty milliner 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
morsels from the laboratory of my
friend Magloire.
"Magloire," said to my fellow
lodger one night, as we were consum-
ing q grog au vim in my room, GIVE
taken liberty with you; l have in
vited my friend, DR.. Won Wurst, to
breakfast tomorrow. I felt certain
you wouldn't mind when | gave the
invitations; but after | left him, re-
membered that he was a Pru>sian,
and, knowing your hatred of Prus-
slams, 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 pain and rage, "when you ask me
to cook for the enemy of my country,
| you insult me. would cook for the
ignorant, the uncultured, nfor the
converted canEibaI; butfor the enemy
of my country, neverl Farewell, per-
tidioHs Englishman, you've hurt my
feelings" and he rushed from the
room.
! heard him lock himself In his bed
room, and there was a. dead silence
for full quarter of an honr. 1t was
suddenly broken by q confused noise
of running about in my fellow-lod-
gers room. Then there was the
sound of heavy blow-then q silence
Five minutes afterwards, there was q
tap at my door, and Magloire appear
ed. He was very red in the face, and
he looked very much ashamed of HIM
self. - - # - a
: "Dr. Labels" he said, forgive my
loss of temper; forgive my apparent
rudeness. | have repented; embrace
me, my friend, Labels" he cried, hur-
riedly, "your friend-your Prussian
friend-shall not be disappointed. ]
will do my best for you Tto-morrow,
and for him. You are hard up, my
friend, but you still have credit with
the wine merchant,
"Send In q couple of bottles of wine,
then, and look to Magloire for the
breakfast; leave that to me. will
provide d breakfast--such q break.
/ fast!--a breakfast that Lucullus him
self would not be ashamed to assist
at. But I've one stipulation to
make" cried the little man; 81 will
compose a special dish of honor for
your friend, the Prussian, o. 'civet dc
lapin a la Magloire, q delicious plat
but you must promise me not to par.
take of it,"
You're not going to poison him?'
I asked. - 5Eg
Heaven Forbid" cried the disciple
of -Soyer; "but know the German
taste. i prepare a special dish fol
him, and there will not be enough fol
ALL" -
/ agreed to the bargain; I thanked
Magloire effusively, and we babe eacl
other goodnight.
"Don't forget that you're to pro
vide the wine," cried Magloire, as HI
disappeared.
i At ten minutes to twelve the Mex
| day / arrived withlmy friend, DIR. vor
Wursb, atiHy humble home in thu
u QUARTER Latin, On the road, brol,
| iE vary pantlv to him that NV fellow