Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, June 23, 1913, Page 2

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Whenever the thought of hardware eaters your mind, alse lot in the thought that our store fs the place te buy reliable hardware. Tinning and Plumbinga Specialty The Model Hardware Co. IF YOU ARE THINKING OF BUILDING. SEE MARSHALL & SANDERS The Old Reliable Contractors Who have been building houses in Lakeland for years, and who neyer “FELL DOWN” or failed to give satisfaction. All classes of buildings contracted for. The many fine residences built by this firm are evidgnces of their ability te make good. MARSHA LL & SANDERS Phone 228 Blue = e ] SAlAD llF MUNSIEIIR Brussels Sprout as Bullet in| Bloodless Duel Over Stolen Recipe. By RANDOLPH DITTON. I had served Monsieur le Marquis faithfully for fifteen years. That is not so short a time, as things go now- adays, for it seems that one changes his butler as often as his overcoat. But Monsieur would never let any of his servants depart. Besides, my fath- er had served his father a lifetime. We had had great trouble during the five years preceding Monsieur’s death, for his daughter became attached to a worthy young man whom Monsieur resolutely refused to allow within the chateau. He was a son of the Comte de Minquette, but he was a Dreyfus- ard! Enough! France has been rent in twain by the affair, and in our home it was not otherwise. Mademof- selle Henriette wept bitterly but at last she acquiesced to the inevitable, and Monsieur Paul went to America, heart-broken. But after my master died I conceiv- ed an idea. I had long wished to visit America. for I had heard rumors from returning visitors that a chef at the Hotel Planksteak, New York, had in- vented a salad which was identical with the famous salad of my master. Enough! I must needs go, find the thief, and ram his salad down his throat. We Gascons are hot-blooded, and never shall it be said that Jean Birrabou cannot protect his master’s honor. “Mademoiselle Henriette,” I said re- spectfully, the night before I sailed, “can I be of service to you in savage America?” She looked up and I knew of what she was thinking. “My dear friend,” she answered, * understand. But I cannot stoop to ask Monsieur Paul to rcturn to me. It must be of his own accord.” “At least he should know that Mon- sleur le Marquis is dead,” I an- swered. “Then heaven bless and guard you in your dangerous venture, Jean Bir~ rabou,” she said. Enough! Twelve days later behold me, Jean Birrabou, seated at a table in the luxuricus Hotel Planksteak, 8ix salads did I order and consume flut day, but never a salad like that of “Dog of a Thief!” my master. Enough! 1 return the | following day. The waiters know me. I fix them with my eyes and sternly |order salads. The salad Lillian I con- 'sume. the salad St. Louis; the salad , Passamaquoddy; the salad May Irwin; ' the salad Capitaine Cook. And then, just. as I decide that the rumor is false, the waiter brings me the Salad Imag- {naire. I gasped, for there before me is the identical salad of my master the Mar- quis, invented by him and known only among the high aristocracy of France. I fixed him with my eye. “Who has invented this salad? I demanded haughtily. “It 18 I, Monsleur,” answered the waiter, eyeing me bravely. “It is my salad, which, because of its surpassing excellence, the chef permits me to add to the menu.” I rose from my seat and took the salad bowl, inverted it, and clapped it ot his head, so that the oil ran down over his shirt front. “Dog of a thief!” I hissed, “you stole that salad.” The next moment we are engaged in a hand to hand battle. It was san- | guinary—frightful. Three times I seiz- ed him by the hair and sought to pull his nose, and thrice he beat me off. We closed in a life and death battle. With my nails set I made for his eyes, He gritted his teeth and caught me by the ear. The waiters separated us. I drew my card from my pocket and presented it to the scoundrel. “Your salad,” I said, “is my master’s salad. Never did any man but my master put Brussels sprouts and | lemon peel in a salad. None but he | knew of the divine flavor which that | blend creates. Enough! You know | where to find me!” That evening his seconds called at my boarding house. “All is prepared, Monsieur,” they sald. “You meet at dawn in a cellar of a horse stable near this house. It | 1s to be a fight to the death with pis- | tols. The loser will be buried under tha straw and none will be the wiser.” I sighed, thinking of my poor Hen- riette and my unaccomplished mis- Put honor is honor and there sfon. § I bowed my head. | was no alternative. | ““At dawn,” I answered proudly, “I i shall be there.” True to my word, behold me in the cellar of the horse stable at 5 o'clock the following morning, my will made, my last message to Mademoiselle in an envelope awaiting postage, my soul ready to face the future. The cellar was lit by electricity. At the far end I saw my enemy. I bowed; our sec: onds howed. I drew off my rubbers, butionéd my coat, and placed my half- burned cigarette carefully upon the window ledge. My bravado was not without effect. I saw my enemy trem- ble. They handed us our pistols. “Ready!” exclaimed the arbiter. “At At two take " No. All at once everyone went into a shriek of diabolical laughter. The pellet was wrapped in silver foil. Slowly he peeled it off, disclosing to my anguished eyes—a Brussels sprout! It had fallen harmlessly up- on my waistcoat. I rose to my feet, stupefied. Yet so quickly my anger rose that in another moment I should hove thrust it into the teeth of the imbecile. But my enemy came forward and held out his hand to me. “My dear friend Birrabou,” he sald. “Do you not know me?” I looked at him, and suddenly I gasped from amazement. I had seen his photograph upon Mademoiselle’s desk. “Monsieur Paul!” I exclaimed, and he bowed suavely. Enough! Think how nearly I came to killing him whom I had set out to find! But we have returned to France now, and whenever Monsieur dentally, shot Yves de Ia Boissiere, one of his suite. As a compensation ,! pension of $1.200 was conferred on | Bolssiere, with remainder to his heirs "l perpetuity. Despite the many ,chnnges in the form of government | this pension has been paid ever since, | and no member of the budget commit- tee has ever suggested stopping it. P S Girls Taught to Be Beauties, In France, Austria and Italy, knowledge of physical culture, 1 v and “beauty culture” is as m rart of the young girl's ed: xc'mo the rudiments of reading and writing. The child is carefully trained in thal jregime of beauty cultivation, the |youthful body is taught to preserve ! its flexibility and suppleness. The | hair is cared for and protected. skin and features are improved by‘ | every known means, so that old age ' advances slowly and always grace- and Madame Henriette have guests it {8 I, Jean Barribou, who makes the INHY—Anlh d'Este, In Good nom.’ Ileep one raise your weapons! aim! At three, fire. One! I raised my pistol and covered my enemy’s heart. “Two!” My hand trembled; the memory of my master overcame me. I felt my eyes filling with tears. I could not longer see the scoundrel whom I was 80 soon to kill. “Three!” Our weapons went oft together. I gaw my foe standing unmoved, a smile of malice playing upon his lips. I felt a violent blow upon my breast-bone. I sank down in the straw. “I forgive you, Monsieur!” I said, as he came toward me. “Wait till I die; then heap the straw over me.” “Perhaps, Monsieur, your wound is not fatal,” suggested my second. “I feel that it is mortal,” I answered. “My life is ebbing away. No, do not examine me. It is useless.” Still he persisted. Gently he unbut- toned my coat and felt for the gaping wound. I closed my eyes in agony. Lo! A moment later and he was hold- ing up a small, crushed pellet. “Your wound is but superficial, Monsieur,” he announced. “See, I have found the bullet.” His voice broke. From emotion? ealad of Monsieur le Marquis. (Copyright. 1913, by W. G. Chapman.) CURIOUS CONDENSATIONS. There are 330 deer parks in Eng- land. Mobile is soon to have a new pop- ular theater. The blood of an average man weighs 20 pounds. The production of copper has treb. led in the last 20 years. Steam freight trucks are forbidden on the streets of Montreal. Pinchot predicts a timber famine ln 25 years at the most, A camel with an average load will travel 25 miles a dav, and when unen- cumbered it will reach 90 miles a day sometimes. German East Africa's population is roughly estimate at 8,000,000 to 10,000, 000 natives, 5,000 Indians, 2,000 Arabs and 3,500 whites. Already more than 1,000 camels are | used in Queensland as a means of | transportation across the arid districts and the number is rapidly increasing A group of merchants at Swakop- mund, German Southwest Africa, im- pressed by the possibilities of a local frozen meat industry, are combining to erect refrigerating works and abat- toirs. A Wisconsin college professor has formed a company to dig for $10, 000, 000, believed to have been buried more than 200 years ago on Oak Island, a short distance from the port of Ches- ter, Nova Scotia. Capt. John Welling, for 15 years first officer on a govern- ment steam dredge, has charge of the work. 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