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Updated: May 26, 2025
There are more ways to fame than even Horace suspected. The road to immortality is not one but manifold. A man can but do what he can. As the poet writes and the painter fills with his inspiration the mute and void canvas, so doth the Cook his part. There was formerly apopular work in France entitled "Le Cuisinier Royal," by MM. Viard and Fouret, who describe themselves as "Hommes de Bouche."
She told him it was an old woman who was jealous of him, and gave my employer a powder to burn. 'You may be certain that the culpable person will come to you, when you have burnt that powder, she said to him. "Mr. Fouret did as he had been told to do, and Mrs. X. came on the following morning. She said: 'I thought I would call so as to have a look at your new acquisition."
"My father always spoke the truth," interrupted Pierre, "if a man is not to believe what he has seen, what must he confide in, then?" "You ought to use your reasoning faculties; but, tell me, have you ever been an eye-witness to any of these things?" "If I've seen any? why, certainly, by the dozen almost. I'll tell you one. I was working some few years ago for a Mr. Fouret.
In going to have a look at her on the following morning, I found the poor animal dead." "Well," said Frank, "what proofs have you that it was really this woman who caused your cow to give up the ghost?" "What proofs?" ejaculated the old man; "well, I think there were proofs enough; but, to be quite sure, Mr. Fouret consulted a white witch.
One of his cows having died from milk fever, it was found necessary to replace it. Now old Mrs. X. had two for sale at that time, and knowing that my master wanted to buy one, she offered him hers. "I must tell you that this woman had the reputation of having the evil eye. Mr. Fouret did not care to refuse her, so he said he would go and see them. He went.
'What's the matter with the brute? he said, 'you've made her walk too fast I'm afraid; she seems to be tired and exhausted. "'Mr. Fouret, I responded, 'I came along very slowly, but on the road I met Mrs. "'Did she touch the cow? he inquired. "'Yes, I answered.
"When I saw her laying her hand on the poor creature, I said to myself, 'she's giving it her. But what could I do? I said nothing, and the old woman went away. "I had not proceeded more than one hundred yards when the animal began to show signs of illness. However, I managed to lead her to the farm which was not very far. But the beast got worse and worse. Mr. Fouret came to examine her.
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