Connecticut western news., 1892-06-23

Wdu11lS OuISlu5 tue CSll WlnuoN, oo ho climbed up on the stone ledge. Looking out he saw the queerest figure, dressed all in white satin, its head covered by an immense, tall, pointed hat, lying flat on the ground and sobbing bitterly.
 "Who may you be, oh, sad one, and why do you weep?" asked Nestri.
 The figure did not move, but answered.:
 ''I-I-I am the hea-a-ad co-o-o-ok of the co-o-o-oking college, and to-o-o-morrow LII must lo-o-ose my head and b-b-b-beautiful b-b-bl-b black cue, four teen f-f-fe-e-et long, b-b-b-because LII cannot think of a-a a-a new dish for the emperors great feast. B-b-b-boo-ho-o-o- oughr
 And Nestri pitied him so much that he said:
 Here, head cook of the cooking col lege, hold your hat"
 And the head cook of the cooking col lege stood up and held his hat.
 Then Nestri emptied his bag of cur rant jelly into it, saying:
 ''With this fill twenty haky tarts, and by the great Punjabian idol, if you give them to the emperor for his feast, then is your precious head safe"
 And sure enough, at the feast the fol lowing day, the emperor was so delight ed with the currant tarts that he con ferred the order of the Iron Chopsticks and the Yellow Button on the head cook of the cooking college.
 Then Yuhwhan Kian summoned the chief counselor to him, saying: i. "Now; chief counselor, can you pro e, -to,y,
 And the chief counselor ordered Nes- tri, who had been brought from the prison, to play.
 And the emperor was entranced with the music. But it seemed so easy to play on the reed flute that the emperor was sure he could perform artistically upon it, so he made Nestri let him take his reed flute.
 Now Nestri was no simpleton, and he did not wish the emperor to know how easy it was to play on the reed flute, so just before he gave it to him he stuffed the rolled up sheet of thin ivorine back into the flute out of sight.
 The emperor puffed out his fat cheeks. pursed up his lips and blew once, but not sound came. He blew second R, a third time-a tremendous blast-and this time the wind forced the receipt for the current jelly out of the flute and it fell on the floor at the foot of the em- peror's throne.
 Then the emperor was furiously an- gry and he hurled the reed flute at Nes- tri, hoarsely bawling:
 "Get thee gone, thou hoodoop'
 And Nestri ran for his life; but the the receipt on the thin sheet of ivorine was left behind.
 It was as the great-grandmother had said, the taste of the currant jell caused warning and strife.
 Yuhwhan Kian was obliged to go into ship out on the sea and carry the re- ceipt with him to keep it away from the other kings and emperors who were so anxious to possess 1t.
 One afternoon, as the fat old fellow was sitting on the deck of his junk and carefully holding the rolled up sheet of ivorine, an albatross flying above mis- took it for piece of macaroni.
 The big albatross knew that macaroni was very nutritious, and being hungry he swooped down and stole the ivorine roll.
 And now there arose a fierce storm, and the cruel emperors junk was sunk and he drowned. But the wind blew | the albatross right inland. It blew so hard and so long that the | great bird was finally driven northwest | entirely over Europe and Asia, until he | dropped at last on the coast of Ireland, where he was found by two Irish gen. | tlemen more dead than alive. Clutched | spasmodically in his claw was the re- ceipt on the ivorine roll.
 "What is it!' said one.
 ''And it's not that know, Murry."
 Don't you, MT. Hayward? Take an. other look at it. Being professor, you might know what those funny letters | are"
 | So the professor looked again, and be- ing very wise he was able to guess al what the queer letters were. | Sure, Murry, we have found won derful receipt for making the filling fo1 em?-'m?-yes, filling for tarts. And furthermore, I'm thinking that this same receipt was written by Tartar"
 Uncle Jack, don't you think you could draw some pictures of the crest and the emperor and Nestri, and'-
 "Wait just a moment. You mus have mistaken me for full hedgec amusement bureau"
 "No, not 'sactly, Uncle Jack. Please lean down here."
 Uncle Jack leaned down close te Paul's pillow, and the little fellow whis pered:
 "No, not 'sactly; but you are really just as entertaining as the clowns at the circus, and 1 thank you.-A. s. H. il Boston Globe.