Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-10-27

WIN the french, plChleu ueIIluS WIFI
the Dutch, sourcrout with the Germans,
maccaroni with the Italians. aniseed
with the Spamiards, garlic with any
body: horse flesh with the Tartars ass
flesh with the Persians; dogs with the
Northwestern American Indians; curry
with the Asiatic East Indians; birds
nests with the Chinese; mutton roasted
with honey with the Turks, and turtle
and venison with the Lord Mayor; and
the turtle and venison he would have
preferred to all the other dishes. be
cause his taste, though catholic, was
not discriminating" Isn't that fine?
But of this remarkable man it was also
said that he could carouse with Alex
ander; abstain with ROmulus; eat with
the epicure, fast with the stole, sleep
with Endymion, watch with Chrysip-
pus." And this is the secret of hap
piness in life The ability to be all
things to all men, and always to enjoy
ones dinner.
Speaking of dinners, there is a queer
little table d'hote here in New York
about which not very many people
know. OF the journalists who go there,
there. are many, but it has always been
understood that none Of them will write
it up so accurately that the man of
fashion can recognize, seek out, and
ruin it as he did one other enjoyable
place. How?
Spelling THE PROPRIETOR.
BY overlapping the servants, by pay
ing to have tables saved, and by giving
to the proprietor such an enormous
opinion of himself that he increased all
his prices and grew rich; though grad
ually the artists and the writer's, whom
the swells came to see, drifted away,
as they did not propose to be exhibited
like monkeys on stick. The ideal
place is quiet, the dinner is good and
the price is reasonable. Real foreign
wines can be gotten, but as much at
( tention is paid to the artist who takes
vim ordinaire and who is a bit hard up
tonight, as to that other man who,
Croesus tonight, is ordering cham
payne I hadn't been there for q long
time, but I went the other night, only
to find the dining room had been en-
| larged, and that where I saw Rose a
year ago, Blanche was the queen to-
day, although the proprietor was still
in the kitchen cooking the dinner.
A year ago there used to come there
a beautiful woman, and when | call
woman beautiful she is more than
merely pretty. This one looked like a
I damask rose: her hair was black as
/ ebony. her eyes were soft and brown,
/ her skin was a clear olive with than
pink coming through it which makes
an olive skin perfection. She was al
ways with a party Of men, and they
would drink her health, and she would
! laugh in that merry way that SENS pc
culiar to child. Always we'll dressed,
! always looking happy, I was only one
| among many women who concluded
I that her life must be a joyous one.
/ When the dinner party would break up,
she used to 90 out with a handsome
man who was an entire stranger to me.
I heard who he was one day, and l also
/ heard that he was off on his yacht with
some gay men and pretty women. 1t
| was evidently just after this cruise
when they all came in one night very
/ late. The beauty, who was called Fe-
/ licite-and she was knowing felicity at
that time-looked younger than ever
in yachting "get-up." AS l passed
| the table on my way out she was being
laughed at, because the men were
TEACHING HER TO DRINK ABB
SINTHE,
and she did not like the taste. She
said she would rather have milk. That
was a year ago. AS we went in to-
night I saw woman standing near the
door. but I never gave a thought to her.
l simply supposed she was somebody
waiting to join somebody else, or pos
sibly a beggar During the evening, a
woman friend came up to speak to me,
and asked me if | knew who that was
outside the door. | said no, and she
told me that she had been asked as she
came in if she knew whether a certain
gentleman was there. The name was
strange to her and she didn't tell 1t to
me.
As we went out, this slender figure
came toward me. She asked me if
would tell her if Mr. Millionaire was
there. and then I recognized her Worn,
thin and Old-looking, Felicite had be-
come Dolorosa. II was the old story.
To Felicite had come the hope of being
mother. and that which she greeted
as a ioy. Mr.. Millionaire regarded as a
blunder. and he did not wish to be
bothered. So he took his yacht and
sailed off to seek green fields and pas
lures new, and Felicite was taken care
of bv the good sisters. Now, she was
all alone. because her baby had died.
One or two of the men who knew her
in the DAYS of felicity had given her
little money to keep her from starving,
m loved
was in town and she thought possibly
he might be at the old resort l begged
her to go home. l slipped little
money into her hands, which she re-
fused. pushing it back into my own;
She said she would sit in the PARK ana
look ND at his apartments, wmch were
brilliantly lighted. l asked her to
come home with me, but she was deter
mined TO try and find her lover.
TWO PICTURES.
All night long dreamed about her,
and when I picked up the morning pap
or NV blood curdled as l read this: MI
millionaire gave a dinner to his init
mate men friends at his apartment last
rieht and during the dinner, which was
l;lTe a feast of Lucullus. he announced
bis engagement to a Miss Blue BLOOD.
Miss Blue Blood is just eighteen ana
has not as yet made her debut Mr.
millionaire is well known about town,
not onIv as a wealthy but very generous
and good fellow.
On the next page it said: policemen
NcCintv found on one OF the benches IN
fbe mark this morning young woman
whom at FIRST he thought was asleep
b1t after attempting TO wake her ne
discovered that she was dead. In her