Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1924-07-11

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ULJEREl What do you mean by
IA bringing me this stun when !
asked for an omelet TartarinT ! In
quIred Of the walter who served me In
the Cafe Napoleon.
The walter shrugged his shoulders
"Helas, monsieur. we cannot provide
the original omeIet Tartarln any
more,r he said. "only Monsieur Al
phonse. the chef. knew how to make
heem, and he is gone to America. He
works now in the Hotel st. Charles"
The waiter glanced toward the dark
eyed MademoiseIle Dubois, at the cash
counter.
"You see, monsieur" he explained,
''there was quarrel between Mon
sieur Napoleon. the proprietor, and
Monsieur Alphonse. the chef, over
MademoiselIe Dubois. Of the cash
counter. Each wanted to marry her.
Eh bieni Monsieur Alphonse was re
jected, and. he went to America. And
Monsieur Napoleon"
Married herf' I asked.
"AIaIs, oui, monsieur. Mademolselle
Dubois is now MADAME Napoleon. Only
this is a secret, understand, because
II would spoil business II It were
known"
l spoke to stout little Monsieur Ma
poleon about the matter. did not re
veal to him my knowledge Of the Sc
cret, however, though l saw the pretty
cashier look suspieiously at me-
Monsieur" said the proprietor,
"verily, since Monsieur Alphonse left
me my custom has fallen off sadly. He
was the inventor Of the famous ONE
let Tartarin. Now, alas, the omelet
Tartarin is dead"
Suddenly he caught me by the lapels
of my coat, and stood heldIng me thus.
"Afonsleur," he said. will you not be
an ambassador of peace for me? Mon
sieur, you are Of New York. You
know the Hotel st. Charles When
you return, will you not go to the ac-
cursed one and beg him to return7
"And tell him we shall all be good
friends again." continued Madame Ma
poleon, or, rather, Mademoiselle Du-
boIs. as She must be known.
The first evening ! had to spare
after my arrival in New York went
to the 81. Charles and ordered an ONE
let Tartarin.
"Is not Monsieur Alphonse your
cheff' l inquired of the head waiter.
"Yes, sir" he answered. "Fine chef
too. he's supposed TO be. He's got a
gold medal from the late king Of Bel
glum for his omelet Tartarin. Didn't
you find 1t distinguished, sirfr
"Nor / shouted "Tve eaten bad
omelets in most countries of the world.
but for sheer unsayoriness I've never
tasted one as bad as the one I've had
here tonight. Bring your chef to me
| at once"
The waiter looked as If he was going
to burst into tears, but he summoned
the chef
whats this about my omeiet7" he
began trueulently.
Monsieur Alphonse." ! said, you
are fake and a fraud Either you
are not the original Monsieur Al
phonse, or else you have lost your
mind. Come, out with your confession.
What's the matter?'
"Sacre, monsieur, do you asperse my
omelet7" he began.
'Your omelet IS as degenerate as
yourself" 1 answered. Now. listen.
| Alphonsel Monsieur Napoleon wants
you to return. He is plning for your
"Ah, mon Dieu. the scoundrel stole
nv sweetheart" said the chef. "Since
then | have vowed never, never to
cook the correct omelet Tartarln-"
"Alphonse," / answered. you are a
married mani"
.'Monslerr he gasped. "How do you
known
by the furtive look in your eye." ]
answered.
aalonsleur, am married three
months" he answered. 81 adore,
worship"
eNever mind that How about Ma
demoiselle Dubois, nov Madame M.
poleonYp
"Afonsleur, a passing infatuatlon
truly. never cared for her 1t was
merely that"
| "AIphonse,s said, there is some
mystery about that omelet Tartarin-'
aIonsIeur. I will confess" he blurt
ed out. 1T was not who nude it
1t was Mademolselle Dubois"