The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1899-06-30

Won't sit up--yon can't arrange him.
oh, why doesn't father change MN
At the shop?
Now we've got to dress and feed him,
And we really didn't need him,
And cannot think Why father .,
Should have bought nm when I'd rather
Have dog!
THE INSULATING OMELET.
Prof. Hisdrup tugged at the bellrope
for the second time and glareu more
savagely than ever ut the beautiful thing
in crispy brown and yellow lying be-
tween two sprigs of parsley. Such a
frown when aimed at such an Omelet was
unworthy of any fair-minded mail All
of Mrs. Hodgson's omelets were wonder
full, and this was ohe of her best. 1t
looked so light as to ehioin haste i'll eat
ing it, lest little draught should take it
out of the open window i'll the garden
as easily as if it was Il thistle-blGw; SO
apmtizing as to pardon beforehand the
breach of good manners i'll crying aloud
for more as soon as one had finished it.
But the professor regarded 1t as an enc
my which had treacherO lsly stolen INTO
his presence with murderous intent. One
asyrayation after another had followed
since he began the day an hour ago
with a headache. which promised bill
ious attack in the near future.
When he had taken Mrs. HOdgsOn S
drawing room floor with sitting reenl
.lrl,.r f,,l In Il
and the bare walls of the British nut
scum, some three months before, just
as the winter was breaking, and settled
down to work on Isaac Newton and
His Compeers," such an Omelet had come
nm in the company of Il well-lOadCd fruit
stand Cor his first breakfast. AS he
pushed his chair back from the plate WIN
only faint trace of yellow left on 1T, he
determined to have that cmelet's counter
! mart every morning. He had it, and ell
| loved it with leisurely taste that en-
riches life for Il man of 81, until a friend,
| who introduced him to mutton-pie lunch
cons in the British museum restaurant
assured him that eggs were the making
of biliousness.
In truth. between mutton pies and hard
| work the professors stomach was quite
out of order. He imagined ]! 10 pe
worse than it was. thus making 1t VERSE
than it otherwise would have been' ana
blamed all to the omeet. TO schd up: an
omclct after he had order mutton chop
anncarcd to him on this particular morn
Ing downright mutiny. Mrs. HodSs?n
was getting him altogether too nMch III
her power. He tugged ut the beli ana
scowled. and determined to nave an oit-
derstanding" at once j.,
Mrs. Hodgson herself who had entered.
"Don't YOU know" he growled, that
T am of a bilious temperament anu ONE
let's are not good for me-!
"One of my omelets?" she asked doubt
fully. She had never seen the professor
in such mood before. She was at once
indignant and chagrined. :,
'All omelets are alike, madam.
"AIine are no better than anybody
elscs?'
MADAM continued the professor, in a
cold. hard voice. Il told Harriet last
night that l most especially wanted
mutton chop for breakfast.
',Then-l ate it!'
"You ate it, ,,,.,,
"Yes-I didn't know. Harriet ditiii,t
say anything to me about it. ! SUPPOSED
You would have an omelet' as you always
had l., =:
It's Il wonder that | have anything III
my body except liver!'' He tried to an,
initiate the omeet with one glance and
Mrs Hodgson with another.
when l saw only one chop in the lar:
DER said Mrs. Hodgson, her natural
snap ard dignity returning, Il supposed
it was for me, or course, as usually
have Il mutton chop for breakfast
"Ah. You don't eat your own ONE
let's -.
You don't eat your own manuscripts!
she replied with asperity. If you viii
wait only for few minutes l will send
out for a chop" she added more pleas
antly.
NO" said the professor, sitting down
at the table with the mir of Il martyr
NO | am a busy man, Mrs. Hodgson
on my desk any more. Don't touch m!
desk. You can throw away anything yor
find on the floor
But. sir. you showed me how to ar
range them when you first came, ah(
you said did it so nicely and saved yor
lot of trouble"
This was too much. The professor felt
that his dignity was at sta Ike.
'Mrs. Hodgson,' he thundereds 81
| shall leave when my week is up.
She tossed her head and said every
WELL" with aggravated sweetness. The
professor settled down to his breakfast
muttering something about 'impuden
women Once out in the hail. Mrs
Hodgson stamped her. foot and OK
claimed: 1.-THE old fool.'
That omelet tasted ,lncoHmoniy we'll
even to the last fragment, which tantal
lied him still further. Then he wen
over to his desk to write. His pen. hi
paDer. his notebook were where Mrs
Hodgson had placed them, which wa
lust where they ought to be. This als'
was most tantalizing. Yet he found him
self, few moments later, carrying hi
ovcrcoat downstairs on his arm as usual
and harboring a faint notion that h
ought to forgive Mrs Hodgson. She wa
pruning the flowers OH the stand in TIN
hall, and Harriet was near her, receivin;
some orders.
"Mrs. Hodgson, would you--ah?' -h
asked politely.
Harriet" said Mrs. Hodgson, as sh
continued to snip off dead leaves, 'hell
the gentleman on with his overcoat.
AS the professor went out he slammed
the door so hard as fairly to make tn
flowerpots tremble, but Mrs. Hodgsol
only smiled She had recovered her dig
nifty and her faith in her art, despite sou
criticism. The professor determine,
never to forgive her now. To prove it h
ate vOraciously of the museum muttOl
pie for luncheon. The result was indi
| ScSllOu, WHlCu liz utIllUutSu " IAS OlAS
let.
He was rudely awakened next mornin,
by Harriet, who was sweeping and dust
ing in the sitting room. Heretofore Mrs
Hodgson had made it a point to atten'
to this herself, doing it so quietly tina
the professor was never disturbed. How
ever, he had his chop for breakfast, ant
everything else, even to the OvercOat ly
ing on the chair where he had thrown
the night before, was as he had ordered
After ransacking the, drawers of hi
desk and paving over the disordered pa
pers OH top of it in vain search for hi
notebook, which contained the fruits 0
three months researches. he was any
thing but treasured by a nazy recollee
ton of having nodded over it and havin
carelessly laid it on the chair at his side
This had happened before; but he ha
always found the notebook on his des
in the morning.
did you see book on the floor?' h
cried to Harriet when she had answers
the fierce ringing of the bell.
"You-you said anything on tn
floor
"Find it! Find it!' he thundered