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Show MULE AS AN ARTICLE OF DIET nr J. JOSHUA JEXKINS. You can perhaps imagine the flutter flut-ter of joyful txcitement in my bosom on reception of a roll of "saucisson de leon," done up in tin foil, made in Paris, imported by a Frenc h gentleman gentle-man in Pennsylvania, sent to a lady in liomeand by her presented to me. "Sauc seon de leon" I am told is tho French for "sausage de mule," and thit- garlic sceutcd Oil of bologna was originally built on ft foundation of Parisian mule. I whs uot acquainted with ttie mule, but poat mortem examination ex-amination ot the fragment of his remains re-mains which fell under my notice lead me to believe that he was not a moral mule. i I bok this bit of imported mule home .uid told Maria there was some sausage from Paris, and wo wuuid have it for supper. Sue was delighted. delight-ed. Anything from Paris is an object ob-ject of atioratioo to b-r, whether it is sausage or bonnet. S tie took a slice on her plate, and says: "It looks pretty, don't il? tmel!s a good deal like Paris, too. When we get rich we'll import Mime for our own use, won't we dear?" I told her I thought we would import it in bulk and have Petrie (our butcher) grind it up tor us. I thought it was a little otl flavor myself, but the rest all liked it. The baby look two slices, and then set her ears back and tried to bray, and played she was trying to kick a fly off from her shoulder with her ofl hind foot. Maria took another bit and asked, ' What ia it made of love, do you know?" and said I: ''They said it was made of ft pretty little mule, my dear, with great long ears and a voice " That was all the explanation explana-tion that seemed called for, because Maria broke in with a plate, following follow-ing it with a tea cup and a dish of jelly, and then she pulled ofl my glasses and twined her loviog fingers in my hair and caressed me with the tea-pot. Mule is economical diet. Maria Ann has not tried to eat anything since. She sayB everything tastes like Paris. Thai "saucisson de leon" did not set well on my own stomach. That night I dreamed I was a mule, and Jim Breen had bought me and harnessed me up with the senior of the Citizen and hitched up to a 'bus and Hi. Nellis was driving through the dining-room at Stan-wix Stan-wix Hall with a load of hay, and we were trying to bite at the wisps behind the load, and Darwin was barking at us under the wagon, and my mate kept getting bis hind leg over the pole, and we could not get a mouthful. I just said, "Aw-ee-haw" once to make Nellis stop, when I woke up. I was on the floor and my wife was grabbing in the dark to get more things to pound me with. It did not seem safe to go to sleep any more. In the morning when I tried to wake the boy up he kicked the dashboard off from the bedstead before be-fore you could say " Jack Robinson," and before I could get him harnessed he ran away and brought up with his head through a glass uoor, ann now he will stand out in front of the house and gnaw at the hitching post, and kick at everything that comes into the ward. Mules may be good to eat, but you want to be Bure your "saucisson" "saucis-son" is made from a kind, geutle mule. Home Sentinel. |