The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1894-11-15
HIS MODEL POULTRY FARM.
And the Insurmountable Obstacle Which
Made 1t Dismal Failure.

And the Insurmountable Obstacle Which
Made 1t Dismal Failure.
Talking of poulets, "here's another sto-
ry," as Mr.. Kipling would say, which was
told to me by a gentleman who had settled
down to spend his old age in the neighbor-
hood of Interlaken. Monsieur, like many
another of us, had spent an idle moment
now and then in specializing upon the
enormous number of poulets which are
daily slaughtered in the Swiss principali-
ty. Suddenly n happy thought occurred.
Why should he not have a share in the
profits; why should he not start a poultry
farm of his OWN No sooner thought than
done. Monsieur determined that he would
spare no expense; he would have the best
breed of chickens that could be procured
and then, given large demand on the
one hand and an exceptional supply on
the other, he would be sure of n large
and profitable business. So he argued in
his ignorance, and having spent some 81 :
800 and many months of careful supervi-
sion he found himself the possessor of as
| fine u colony of feathered nurslings as one
need wish to see
Matters having reached this satisfacto
ry stage. he repaired to one of the mann.
moth hotels whose windows look out on
| the glittering heights of the Jungfrau
and held an interview with the propre-
| tors. They were acquaintance of many
| years standing; his reception was, there
| fore, all that was gracious, and he was re-
quested to send down n sample of dozen
poulets forthwith. The poulets were dis
patched and n day or two later monsieur
attended to hear the verdict. He tried,
poor fellow, to subdue an expression of
exultation as he mentally contrasted his
own plump nurslings with the tough and
bony specimens which are usually offered
up for the delectatiOn of the guests, and
his disappointment was all the greater,
therefore, when the landlord shrugged his
shoulders up to his eyes and replied: "Ah,
the pouletsl A terrible failure Raw,
my dear monsieur-absolute raw At
the last moment they must be sent away
from the table. Not even begun to be
cooked" but that was not the fault of
the chickens-that was the fault of your
cook" Monsieur sighed profoundly and
executed more gymnastics with his shout
ders and eyebrows. "Well, we shall then
make one more trial. Send me another
dozen"
Twelve more poulets were thereupon dis
patched, even plumper and tenderer than
the last, and again my friend attended to
lear the verdict. Another failure, it APP
peared. "Ah, my dear sir, worse than
everl Burnt to n cinderl 1t was not even
possible that they should appear at the
table. AT the last moment Monsieur
interrupted with show of Impotence.
And pray, whose fault is thatS 1t is the
fault off, The proprietor laid his hand
upon his friend 5 arm in confidential fash
ion. Gomez he said, "let us now talk
together. We are old acquaintance it
is best that we understand one another
My cook will not cook your chickens
He makes his own arrangements with
the farmers who supply me, and it does
not suit him that / should deal with an
other. What can dor 1t is the height
of the season, and my house is full. /
cannot afford to be left without my chef
cannot afford to have badly cooked food
to set before my guests. wink my eye;
see, but i pretend not to seel And for
you, take my word for it, if you shall sue
coed, you sit in the public house and drink
with the cooks. You must make brides
you must laugh and make jokes-you
must not be n gentleman any longer-you
must also be cook with the restp'
1t was too true. No cook in Interlaken
was found capable of cooking monsieur's
poulets, and as he, on his side, was too
much of a gentleman TO coudescend to
drinks and brides the poultry farm died
a natural death and left him wiser and
poorer man.-Westminster Gazette.