The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-03-12
A CULINARY TREAT
Served In a Little Cake Shop In
a Little French Town.
THE COST WAS LITTLE ALSO.

They were talking about dainty din
ners when the man who goes abroad
said. The best meal | ever got was
In the back parlor of small shop In a
one horse town, and it cost me sc
cents"
|. Urged to tell his story, he continued:
1T was In u small provincial French
town Blois. A friend of mine called
Bodhsh enticed me there by looking
me up In Paris and throwing a dit
about the delights OF the town.
1t has castle. he told me, and
a moat and ramparts and little cake
shop run by charming old woman
Enough. said |. me for Blois.'
I'VE went there and we castled
and we moated and we ramparted.
and then we blew into the little shop
to cake. The proprietress. a very
pleasant old woman, indeed. intro
duced us TO her son. who was mod
estly hiding behind his mustache in
corner.
1--WE got into conversation with him
that is. Bodfsh and | plunged into
French and be. diving in heroically
after us. was pulled under In our
drowning struggles. The upshot of II
all was that we agreed to hire a room
In his mothers house for the night
we meant to stay just one night in
Blois.
'And-er-dinnerT asked Bodfish.
IF the messieurs will permit | will
do myself the honor of cooking them
dinner said the cake lady's son
bowling most courteously.
"Thereupon Bodfish and went
blithely to an attic 518 years old at a
conservative estimate. washed the cas-
tie and the moat and the ramparts
from our hands and faces and descend |
ed to the dining room. a small apart |
ment in the rear of madame's cake |
shop.
"Our landlady's son was there. ready
for us. So was soup.
THAT was. by actual count. the
soup ever produced by hu.
man being. ! have Travelled all over
the world. tasting the best every coun-
try has to offer in the way Of soup, but
at the first taste of that Blois sample
all my memories of other soups hud.
He'd together in a dark corner of my
mind and froze to death.
81 looked at Bodfish. He was posi-
lively half witted with delight. He
ooked as If he wanted to spend the rest
If his life as high priest in temple
devoted to the worship--and nanufac-
ure-of that soup
More. messieurs?
Between us we RACED that soup to
he ground
'Entree, messieurs?'
Don't ask me what that entree was
sodfish ate it with his eyes shut and
is head bowed reverently
"Bodfish and | stayed in Blois for
wenty- meals. Don't ask me how I
lany days that makes: we knew only $
wo sorts of times-meals and between /
leals. AS for sightseeing. we didn't {
ee much more than our plates. be /
ause after each meal in the back par
n Of that celestial cake shop we were
, chock full that we hibernated like
makes. lay sprawling on couches. I'M Il
BILE to bulge. blinking sleepily. grunt- a
Ig grunts of Elysian contentment r,
ime and again we would ask that {,
renchman how he had come by his h
llinary skill. but in vain. He would 6,
erely smile and give us another help w
g. You may get some idea Of what q,
rt of meals that cuss gave us when
tell you that Bodfish summed up his In
)ility in these words: 70
:" AT times he seems to lose his cult 70
Try grip and descends to mere per- q,
elton h,
After the twenty-ninth meal Bod m
h and ! remembered that we be- n,
lged somewhere. had number of 10
Iatlves. were engaged In business. M
d FESTIVE careers to coax along. So h
} called our cook. announced that we m,
re leaving and wanted to know 40
W much we owed.
six francs for each day. mes
urs. said he. One for the room.
e for breakfast. one and a half for oi,
lch. two and a half for dinner sa
Bodfish and | fell heavily against Ty
h other. Then we paid and started ma
the door nj,
Wait said our host. 4. too. travel ra,
ay today. Tor
Whittier are you bound?' we asked. spl
TO st Petersburg he replied. 4 vo,
ne away but to see by old mother nle
the cake shop had not seen her lor
FIVE years | must thank you. mes OK,
lrs. for giving me this chance OF "
ping up my art Had Won not done cri
fear that. after getting back TO the
Petersburg. my art would surely
e suffered
'Whuh- whuh what are you in St \
ershurgT we inquired huskily. for
Chef he said. howing to his maj tea
! the ear" New York Times. me
" Me-
Overheard on the Street. ,
Hasn't that girl an ethereal iook?' VIII