The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1909-05-15

that night. Madame Casserole lured back the long
Monsieur Casserole again novsred over his guest:
with the hope that ali VAS well. this time certain
Dupree took one mouthful Of an omelet. and felt
1t melting into . liquid delight. His face grew
suddenly sad. Margaret Gates. happy again over
her beloved escargots. always quick to catch his
"What is it, Billy" she asked.
Nothing" he answered. with a sigh. II was
just thinking-When. OH when are you going to
surrender: Or must give up both you and my
The little Gates girl looked at him. great se.-
derness In her eyes.
If you WISH" she whispered. "a week from to-
All. there was JOY in the Cafe Cote d'or the night
on the nights that followed. Word soon spread
among the old patrons that the odd indispositon Of
Hooked back in droses, crowdins the ' tables and
waiting by the cage Of Madame for seats.
Across the street. in the Cafe Glacial the lights
again shone unused silver and vacant chairs.
cursed like one Of the Villains in the shows 70;
which Dupree painted the scenery.
as;. .s .:s $: ;ss :;ss
for their wedding supper. to which only Masters.
Hargrave and Betty Martin. were invited.
and paid their bills and only the nve rem.ined-
M;a.Ts c.s.s s came out os her Gag. ana
Monsieur closed the door ON the last joval guest.
and also came toward them smiling. Never. Il
seemed. had there been happier moment in the
And then terrible thing happened.
Lefourbe. unsavory keeper Of an impossible cafe.
Under his arm he carried something Of cloth. I'm
seeing he passed the diners and their hosts. and.
into the Kingdom Of Adoiphe.
With one accord Monsieur and Madame, terror
on their faces followed Dupree motioned to the
crowd. and. with him leading. the i1ve swept past
the barrier into that sacred. that marvellous
Lefourbe was holding toward Adolphe an apron.
and the latter stood ~ man in dream listening
Zone night. ~ I wandered in q side street. the
wind swept this in path. Lefourbe lied blithey.
But that IL the on OF e.
great Bertrand de Bouillon. But today did the
hastened here With it All. that have caused
no Inconvenience"
He eazed about him sneeringly
mot for worlds would / have caused inconvsni-
Adolphe's face was not pleasant to look upon.
He took In his hand the restored apron Of the
This. what is il that it mean.!" he screamed:
Terror was written In every line Of CaSoerole'0
face. Lefourbe laughed to see 1t.
Forgive me. Adolphe." cried the proprietor Oh
eseS Of s e good Of
must do 1t, or"
For q week." roared Adolphe. and his facs vas
terrible to zee. without the apron Of Bertrand
de Bouillon have cooked and that which have
cooked ha: been such a. might have Won the ps
loved the strength to cook for his glory ana
Lefourbe spoke $50. Adolphe. you have done.
Without the apron Of inspiration: Non. with an
apron. oh. % base forced ON you BY enemies. A.
''Malpeste! So be it," cried Adolphe
the red Goals glowed savagely. Before anyone
had srasped his purpose. had dreamed Of an enor-
the gift Of the master. Bertrand de Bouiiion. Tho
flames caught 1t gleefully ~ though they had long
They swiried about il msdiy. In = sec second the
apron Of genius Was but mass Of slowing ashes.
hes : s' have have.
W all. you fool! Where is my cafe now? In .
served here the best Of our people. In . seconds
iseG sSa
picture OF the end Of his glory. He knew now that
his nnal week Of success had been given him only
serole tears streaming down the fat cheeks the
smile had been wont to adorn
the Cafe Cote dor"
He paused. for he had seen the terrible look q
'Esss!" screamed the once might chef
an! An .' :s,',s,,a brought them
1t also was forthcoming
"Buttef!"
Monsieur Casserole himself tremblinsiy put n q
Then they stood back scarcely daring to breathe,
waiting with open mouths and swiftly beating
heart. the MAKING o. mat at o%eist Never esaors
And now 1t lay, Ste1mfnG, ON . plate. r0amy
and soft 1t looked-but. ali. could II be %. With
the apron Of the great BeTtrand-
''Taste." roared Adolphe. in awful voice.
pointing his monster fork 1T little Mrs. Dup9ee.
They pushed her forward. She had been ths
selected for the ordeal-why. eould
say, but It for her to carry It through.
Tremblingly she inserted fork into the hot
mass Trembling1y she raised mo9sel to her
lips It disappeared. Monsieur Casserole grasp
ed the edge Of the table TIN his hands went white.
Madame leaned forward fatty. In imnineat danee1
OF tipping.
.aThe taste.. Adolpheis voice VA stm tsrribsa
to hear.
The little bride closed her eyes.
'tOf heaven" she whispered.
God be praised" cried Monsieur Casserole.
DE Boufllons BAH" baophemed Ado1phe.
"sIA Diables" muttered Lefourbe-
And Madame Casserole was smiling throagh -
tears
Thus WAS the buebeaf Of the APRON Of Bestsanl
de Boufrloa forever banisAsd mon tie Cafe Ceeo
dor.