The Houma courier. (Houma, La.) 1878-1939, 1897-05-08
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NHHNI A-eMN EfGA az JIG ONNANt4l
fpA s. crispy brown and yellow
Nv two spFiRs Of parsley.
Such q frown when aimed at such as
0melet was unworthy Of any fair-
minded man. All Of Mrs Hodgsonis
omeiets were wonderful, and this was
one 81 her best It looked so light as
10 enioin haste in eating it lest b
draueht should take it out Of the open
window into the garden as easily as Il
4 we're a thistle blows 50 appetiziug
as to- pardon beforehahd the breach %
good manners in ng aloud for an
Ather as soon as a had finished
Hut TIE professor regarded it a an
enefp which nd treacheF onsly Stolen
lis presence 18th murderous
sant A~ggrayaton HAD followed &c
taii1A since he began The day AM
hour ago with the headache which
promised a bilious attack in the near
future
When he had taken Mrs. Hodgs0n's
drawing-room floor with d sitting3room
looking out on a delightful little gar
den and the bare wallis Of the British
musenm some three months before just
as the winter was breaking, and settled
down to work on his Isaac Newton
and His Compeers,' such an omelethad
come up in the company of a wellload-
ed fruit stand for his first breakfast.
AS he pushed his chair back from the
pIatewithonlyafai trace of yellow left
on it. he determined to have that ONE
let's counterpart every morning. He
had it and enjoyed it with the ~leisurely
taste that enriches life for a man of
"a, until a friend who introduced him
to mutton pie luncheons in the British
museum restaurant assured him that
eggs ia any form whatever were the
making Of biliousness.
In truth, between mutton pies and
hard work, the professors stomach was
quite out of order. He imagined it to
be worse than it was, thus making it
worse than it otherwise would have
been, and blamed all to the omelet. To
send up an omelet after he had ordered
. mutton chop appealed to him on this
particular morning as downrightmuti-
ny. Mrs. Hodgsen was getting him
altogether too much in her power, he
thought. He tugged at the bell and
Rcowled, and determined to have a
Understanding" at once.
"Good morning, professor" said Mrs.
Hodgson herself, as she entered.
Don't you know" growled the pro-
Sessor, shat 1 am of a bilious temper
ament and omelets are not good for
: me2n
'sOne OF my omelets?" she asked,
doubtfully. She had never seen the
professor in such a mood before.
0All omelets are alike, madam!"
'Mine are no better than anybody's
essel" she gasped.
Madam continued the professor, in
. cold, hard voice, II told Harriet last
night that I most especially wanted a
mutton chop for breakfast"
sThen-I ate it'll"
ssYou ate it?"
'Yes-I didn't know. Harriet didn't
say anything to me about it. I sup
posed you would have an omelet, as
you always have had"
4 ssAlwaysl Always for three months!
ITS q wonder that / have anything in
/, my body except a liver!" He tried to
, annihilate the omelet with one glance
and Mrs. Hodgson with another. ;
when I saw only one chop in the
1arder," said Mrs. Hodgson, her natural
snapand dignity returning, II supposed
It wa for me, of course, as / usually
havea mutton chop for breakfast"
"Ahl You don't eat your own ONE.
letsi"
sYou don't eat your own manu-.
scriptsi" she replied, with asperity. III
YOU will wait only a few minutes,
viii send out for q chop" she added
more pleasantly.
mo" said the professor, sitting dowI
at the table with the air of q martyr
EMO. I am a busy man, Mrs. Hodgson
1 will eat this now that it Is here
And, Mrs. Hodgson, / wish you woul'
not interfere with the papers on m.
desk any more. Don't touch my desk
Arrange nothingl Throw away any
thing you And On the floori"
~Bat. sir, you showed me how to fl
them when you first came, and yo'
aaid / did IL 30 nicely and saved yol
lot 81 trouble"
KMA@ HAr H44 AAACAe E
felt that his dignity Was at stake.
nMrs. HodgsOn." he Numbered, !"
shall leave when my week Is upi"
She tossed her head and said: "Ver
weiil With aggravhting sweetness
The professor settled down to his breal
EAST, muttering something about lin
pudent women Once out in the hal
Mrs. Hodgson stamped her foot and "a
claimed: 1.-THE old fooli"
The omelet tasted uncommonly wei
"a Ii I'd t~antalize him. He ate II al
even to the last fragment, which tai
TALKED him still further. Then he weH
over to his desk to write. His pen, b
paper his notebook, were where Mr.
Hodeson had placed them, which wa
Just where they ought to be. This ais
wa most tantalizing. Yet, a few mil
utA later. hi found himself carryin
his overc0st downstairs on his arm e
usual. and harboring a faint MOTTO
chat he ought to forgive Mrs. Hodgsoi
SIZE was pruning the flowers on tt
stand fnthe hall. and Harriet was mes
Der receiving some order.
erfgrr. Ho9osou. would You1ah,-h