The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-07-02
Her Rug. Wen. for a Breakfast.

He was o man and q husband, and he had
been In New York on q business trip, says the
New York TSmes. She was q woman and a
wife and she had sEaid ct home And now they
were together IN the small western city which
holds their residence, and abe was hearing all
about (which all is q true and faithful re-
cital.
mo, my dear, he was saying, in answer 70 a
question put to him, II did not order the rug
for the library. and. as you are such an ewfully
sensible little woman, III tell you why, and alss
how | took the punishment along with the
transgression.
You see. he went on, sit was all on account
OF breakfast. The night l arrived / met R.,
who gave me delightful dinner at Blanks, at
which two friends of his, gourmets of the first
water, were present. And tell you, my dear,
the next time go on you shall 90 with me for
filet de sole q Ia Mornay at Blanks. 1t was
something to remember. Well the next night
one OF the friends, very clever fellow, invited
US TO a restaurant of which he knew where
pheasants were cooked to perfection In both
cases the dinners were long, elaborate affairs
washed down with good wines and plenty Of
them. and naturally wanted to reciprocate
II hard, though to give a New Yorker a treat
IN his own town. so was glad to hear our host
OF the second night announce that he had never
eaten potatoes in southern style that pleased
him except in Maryland. That was my oppor-
tunity, being southerner and promptly in
Vlted them all TO a breakfast at my hotel the
next Sunday morning at II o'clock to eat pota-
toes in southern style in New York that should
please every BODY
Il staid, you know, at the - hotel, and
had up the steward and chef the next morn ng
and arranged for the breakfast. l am afraid
was little reckless, but with the memory of
the cordial hospitality l had received il was
hard to be prudent. | picked out some rare
game and other things TO 20 with the potatoes,
ana the wines l chose were not cheap ones,
ana altogether l was little scared myself
when the order was fairly given. However, l
gave it.
Late Saturday afternoon I got a dispatch
from one of my new friends that he had been
obliged to leave the city Unexpectedly, to be
gone week; hardly an hour afterward a note
reached me that the other was laid up at home
with rheumatism, TO which it seems he is sub
Ject. Then saw r Saturday evening. and he
thought we'd better postpone the breakfast; so
telephoned the clerk at the hotel to stop prep
arations for it.
When woke up Sunday morning was not
feeling at all well myself. had a splitting
headache, and rang for ice water with plenty
OF Ice in it. Then crushed some in towel and
bound the towel around my head and tried to
sleep. didn't sleep, though, and along about
noon, when my head was still going like trip
hammer, and l was thinking about dying or
jumping out of the window. r. S son came In TO
ask me todrive with his father in the afternoon
and dine at the house. He sat down a few
the door
Come in, l called out, and waiter in full
dress appeared.
The breakfast is served, sir, he said.
What breakfast asked, cross as a bear.
1 haven't ordered breakfast yet
The breakfast was ordered several days
ago, sir; private one for four, sir replied the
fellow.
There had been blunder, somewhere, and
my Si5-a-plate breakfast for four was waiting
to be eaten with no guests and the host in
paIamas with his head bound up in cracked ice.
Wei, my dear, he finished quzslcal1y, Il
made Rs son wait till dressed, and then he
and went down and nibbIed through one Of
the finest library rugs 1 ever saw served"
And she, being q wise woman, accepted the
IlINN aha A1n@ 90
ton to 60 Go New York the next time no goes
to eat flet de sole a la Mornay and incidentally
prevent iced cloths and $50 breakfasts And
she expects to bring home a library rug.