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

clothes.
"The Cote dor must go on without it," he sal.
firmly. though his lip twitched.
Nom dun nom. how" shrieked Adolphe.
Without it! Tonnerre de Brest: AZ we'll might
the world go without the sun. The apron %
the master. the inspiration for bouillabaisse
omelets my FLEETS. Without it! OF all ideas the
most impossible
1.-The Cote dor goes on without it, repeated
Monsieur Casserole. with added nrmness.
And it did. but. oh. how dolefully. When the
first regular patron tasted his ilet that night. he
looked up quickly though some had dealt
him blow Hurriedly he summoned Monsieur
Casserole. who came. hollow checked wild eyed.
man sick of fever.
What is this?" cried the patron, as though he
believed himself the victim of bad dream "soggy
with grease! Cold. Tough as the dish for a hod
"Ah, Monsieur. spare mel" cried Casserole "our
chef, he is i'll. So. most poorly does he cook to-
day Monsieur is at liberty to dine elsewhere un-
til the chef RECEIVERS"
Never" cried the diner: 1t has been men mel,
son ss Vine . still: the se: in ne
world. will dine here, and wine, waiting the
recovery Of the poor chef"
So spoke the other regular patrons among them
ton. and who alone heard the story of its loss.
Ah it was noble martyrdom, was that of the
Cote doris faithful!
But not as martyrs did all who had been accus-
toned seek this lost Paris shine. There were
themselves back across the sea in the gay city. not
to fix in their minds the name Cote dor insep-
a1aoly with the hour Of dining. These, when tn.
away and mon Disu' did not Monsieur Casserole
no~ nearly empisd cafe see whittier they ~ents
The doors of the Cafe Glacial swung often and
merrily, the place buzzed with trade the walters
smiled at thought of the last liberal tip AZ they
hurried about among the crowded tables Monsieur
io15ns s.ns9s out so y: s,d the
ders and smiled.
81. Three weeks of sorrow and pathetic martyrdom
sss BY ss ss
grave the hack. and Betty Martin-gathered at the
q Bertrand
mysterious disappearance.
"Ah. If only Adolphe had never found it in his
head-this idea 30 foolish Of the apron! Me.
cannot understand"
Masters the medical smiled.
THE artistic temperament he said, and glanced
at Dupree. who painted. and the Others who wrote.
1T is not for you and me to try to understand
lily explain this freak Of Adolphe's. It is very
common form of monomana. l might give you
tn: sas es ii !: don't
throw anything like that at man who 10 down. at
least not while n am around. By the way c.sse.
could obtain an apron like this Bertrand de Bouil-
Ion thing? Minus the inspiration-the master
Adolphe would get wise"
'Ah! to fool Adolphe this apron-surely you
propose it jokingly," sighed Monsieur Casserole.
The apron Of his master-by a mere touch, BY
the way his heart made music or was sad when he
Ra sr.
ago could an apron made as this with such buckles.
e boo sbn1 n tse tried Non the Cote
-
Dupree suddenly got up from his chair and
sent waiter for cab. The others looked after
Back in a minute" he cried from the door;
'as you love me- wait for me-" And he rushed
sim wondering they waited. almost in silence.
slipping the vine that was the one remaining badge
Dupree was back carrying bundle He opened
The apron Of Bertrand de Bouillon." Monsieur
Casserole fairly screamed
mot exactly" said Dupree. mo. only the xpron
at the cafe ruled
years ago. at little shop in the Quarter bought
this apron to protect my only suit Of clothes from
made it necessary. For behold. have ushered in
sunshine; have brought again to the face Of
gentleman will kindly pass me two eggs and ,
'Non non." broke in Casserole st is Wild. It
is impossible" But his eyes shone with light
that had been . stranger to them for weeks. ITO
deceive Adolphe-ah. that is too much! We can
''Pish tush." said Masters. "Adolphe il only
the victim of mental hallucnation. Tell him
and his omelets will again taste like agents
Of heaven But how shall we slip this lons-lost
Dupree's plan prevailed. small boy was
brought in from the street. taught his story. and
velous kitchen where Adolphe. forlorn. dreary,
struggled with the dishes it had been the Joy
apron. and he pounced upon it in a frenzy Of de.
- light He Rugged it to his bosom: he smoothed
ecstasy Of his h.ppiness Tne1 he SHOUTED "a ios
Monsieur Casserole. waiting tremSlingiy within
- call
EFT Is back" he cried. 'mon cher tablier. 10 il
back So long, 20 long without It, and an the
dreary omelets have prepared alone! Al the
painter or the sculptor"
"Oui. Yes, verify. It h the apron" said Mon
sieur Casserole. "Ah, Adolphe. never did ex-
Put It on"
''Oui Out. Never again 10 it to leave me- .
Adophe struggled wildly with the buckles. Never!
With It sleep. Oui. Il u on The orders! Now
let mo hear the 0fder1"
They came. EocaFg0ts . Il Casserole SalsiAa
Omelet souh1e. And the hand Of the master va
af work again! Al. what dishes did Adolphe not