Columbia Democrat and Bloomsburg general advertiser. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1850-1866, 1861-05-18
A Private Room.

looking customer, dressed in blue Goa
with brass buttons, with yellow striped
pantaloons, and calfskin examinations, sa
solitary and alone in little room, situated
in certain little restaurant in the city.
before him was little round table OF
whose marble top was "not a little pitcher
of smoking punch, "sSreeching hot" and
a wine glass. The solitary individual was
York nothing else-and that was hi:
second pitcher-nigh his second empty
One minute after and you couldn fact
you see-have squeezed out of either pitch
er or glass by hydraulic press.
York rang the bell. The waiter popped
his head in at the door.
"ring, sa?
"of course | did. Is it clearing OFF,"
"No sa-damp, sa-fog so thick you
could ladlo it with spoon, sa. Have
anything So :"
more punch and strong.
| SSI s"-iiiilSuidtely.
The waiter withdrew, and in few sec-
onds returned with the third pitcher of
punch and York was beginning to feel glo.
riOus, when, on raising his eyes, he saw
his own figure in pier glass opposite
He rubbed his eyes again.
"By thunder !" said he, "here's some
fellow sitting right before me. Ill swear
there's impudence for you. This is pri-
vate room, sir, for my sole accomodation.'
lie waited a minute, expecting an answer
swer; but his reflection only stared at him
and held its peace.
81 was saying sir, that this is my pri-
vate room-mine, sir !" cried York, fetch
ing his voice an octave higher than it was
before.
No answer, and he rang furiously. The
waiter made his appearance again.
| "Ring, sa ?"
"Yes, did ring. Don't I ask for a
private room?"
" 1t is? Why there's fellow setting
right opposite me now, on the other side
of the table Rot his impudsnoe.
, "Table, sa-fellow sa?"
eyes, there is. Well, just never mind
Bring in some more punch and coup
le of glasses"
In a very short time, the fourth pitcher
with two glasses, made their appearance.
York filled one of the glasses, and ther
showed it over to the other side of the ia.
BILE.
"Will you drink - said he, addressing
the figure in the glass.
ooh, you won't, c" " "Well, II
will"
And so he did.
"Better drink, old fellow" continued
York; 'your liquor is getting cold, ant
you look as if you was fond of the thing"
No answer being returned, York rang
the bell again.
In popped the waiter.
"Ring, sa?"
"To be sure 1 did. Dinn't you heal
the bell'"
"Didn't" l order PIP private ROOM
Eh?"
"Yes, sa; this is private room, sa."
GA pretty private room this, with fel
low setting right opposite, that won't takc
a glass OF punch with you when its Offered
and red nose man at that. Oh, vel
never mind; bring more tumblers and more
punch. I'll try him again"
Pitcher number five was accordingly
brought in, with due state.
"B better try some, old boy" said he
coaxingly, to his double.
The reflex merely looked good natured
but said nothing.
"Well," continued York, with u sigh
"if this isn't most infamous. Never mind
I'll drink the punch!'
And so he did, every bit of it. Abou
five minutes sufhced to end the pitcher
York rang the bell superhuously,
Waiter came.
"Ring, Sal"
"Certainly. Why shoulden't I!"-
Where's the man who keeps the place -
''Boss, sa 4? Ill see him, sa."
Shortly after, the host, a quiet little mai
with mottled, calico pattern face and
shining bald head, made his appearance
"W.w whats to pay" demanded York
rising and assuming an air of dignity.
"Five punchcs-fve levies, sir"
"There's the money, sir" said York
, forking over the coin. Sand now / wan
to know why, when l c'c-called for pri
yota ronn, vou nut mo in bere with son