Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1899-08-14
THE INSULATING OMELET.

Prof. Hilsdrup tugged at the bell
rona for the second time and glared
more savagely than ever at the oeauCl-
full thing in crispy brown and yellow
living between two springs OF parsley
such a frown when aimed at sucn an
,omelet was unworthy OF any falr-
minded man. All of Mrs. Hodgson' s
omelets we're wonderful, and this was
one of her best. 1t looked so light as
IN enioin haste in eating it, lest lit
+1a draught should take it out OF the
open window in the garden as easily
as if it was a thistle-blOW; so appe-
tizing as to pardon beforehand the
breach of good manners in crying
a1oud for more as soon as one had
finished it. But the professor re-
.garded it as an enemy which hao
freacherously stolen into his presence
with murderous intent. One aggrava-
ton after another had followed since
he began the day an hour ago with d
headache, which promised bilious at
tack in the near future.
When he had taken Mrs. Hodgson S
drawing-room floor with a sitting
room looking out on delightful little
garden and the bare walls of the Brit
ish museum, some three months pc
fore Just as the winter was breaking
and settled down to work on Isaac
Newton and His Compeers, such an
Ome1et had come up in the company OF
a welI-loaded fruit stand for his first
brnakfast AS he pushed his chair
back from the plate with only a faint
trace of yellow left on it, he determln-
ed to have that omelet's counterpart
every morning. He had it, and en-
loved it with a leisurely taste that
-enriches life for man OF "a, until
q friend. who introduced him to mutt
4on-pie luncheons in the British
museum restaurant, assured him that
eggs were the making Of biliousness.
In truth, between mutton pies and
nard work the professors stomach was
quite out of order. He imagined 1t to
he worse than it was, thus making 1t
worse than it otherwise would nave
heen. and blamed all to the omelet.
To send I'D an Omelet after ,he had
ordered a mutton chop appeared to
MIN on this particular morning a
downright mutiny. Mrs. Hodgson
was getting him altogether too much
in her power. He tugged at the bell
and scowIed, and determined to have
an understanding" at once.
Good morning, professor" 1t was
Mrs. Hodgson herself who had en-
tered.
Don't you know" he growled,
eethat I am of bilious temperament
and omelets are not good for me-"
Cone of my Omelets?" she asked
doubtfully. She had never seen the
professor in such a mood before. She
was at once indignant and chagrlned'
"All omelets are alike, madam.
esMine are no better than anybody
else's?"
Madam" continued the professor
in a cold, hard voice. 81 told Harriet
last night that I most specially wanted
a mutton chop for breakfast"
''Then I ate it,"
''You ate it,"
"Yes-I didn't know. Harriet didn't
say anything to me about it. | sup
DOsed YOU would have an omelet, as
you always had
always! Always! For three
months! 1t is a wonder that I have
anything in my body except a liver"
He tried to annihilate the omelet with
one glance and Mrs. Hodgson with an
other.
when I saw only one chop in the
larder," said Mrs. Hodgson, her
natural snap and dignity returning,
81 supposed it was for me, of course,
as I usually have a mutton chop for
breakfast"
"Ah! You don't eat your own ONE
let's"
''You don't eat your own manu-
scripts" she replied with asperity.
eff you will wait only for few min