Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-01-14
UNION pACuFrc,s PRESIDENT.
The Office Of Sidney Dillon and q
sketch Of the Man.

Skefcn Oh the MAN,
New York Letter to the Boston Herald.
Sidney Dillon, who is called on Wall street
"Gould's right-hand," is ordinarily found dur
ing The short but busy hours of railroad mag
mates in New York in the presidents office of
the Union Pacific railway The office Is on the
second floor of the Western Union building,
and has popularity Of construction. The
outer Office for clerks is hedged in by high
screen that prevents any one from obtaining
even glimpse OF the closely occupied presi-
dent, though affording full view Of hissubor-
dnates. He is saved from Intrusion or inter
ruption in this way, and can devote his
mind fully to the great concerns that he
office and the wooden fittings Of the
wall are suggestive Of the interior
Of railroad drawing-room car. You expect
every moment to hear, ''All aboard" ard to
feel the jerk, jar, and rumble of car motion.
There is a pleasant suggestion, too. of the
in two ornaments of the walls. These are the
graceful, antlered head Of big buck deer and
the shaggy, frowning front Of a monster bison
bull. On the ground glass of the door you
read, "Sidney Dillon. President" and then a
list of few of the railroad corporations that he
is prominently connected with. To those who
satisfy the vigilant clerks that they have busi-
ness with Mr.. Dillon, ready admission is given.
He gives very few words. and those to the
point, to most callers. Indeed. his brevity OF
expression has given him reputation for curt
ness that he may not intend However this
may be, it is undeniabie that he leaves no
visitor in doubt as to his meaning upon the
subject spoken OF, or as to his course Of con-
duct in reference to 1t, and that with most
business-like and commendable economy of
words.
Visitors to Mr. Dillon are shown into the pres
ence Of avigorous, elderly man, of fine height and
massive build. There is a plain almost farmer
like air about the simple though scrupulousIy
neat attire of this man. Indeed, If he did not
wear "city Clothes" one might at hazard say
that he was a farmer. or, at least, man who had
spent much time amid green fields and pastures
new. There is a wholesome country likeness in
the rugged face. Mr.. DllOn's abundant iron
gray hair is worn in an easy style of waviuess.
iron-gray whiskers are on either side of his face
His chin and upper lip are kept as smooth. and
almost as shiny, from recent and unsparug ap-
plicatiOn of the razor. as glass, and his eyes are
dark and piercing. and his flrm-set mouth indi-
Gates the pluck and self-reliance Of Mr.. Dillon's
whole life. Mr.. Dllons private office is fur
nished with studous plainness, and there is no
linking Of the luxury of his uptown home.
Business, and only business. is, Enthusiastically
the desideratum in that room. The second
floor of the Western Union building is
a concentration of wealth The offices of
all of the railroads that make up Jay Gould's
span lIUH oCtdll 10 UCtd1 are Oh tffiS
floor The front offices. divided into many little
compartments, by walnut and ground glass par
ttions, are devoted to the master spirit of all
On the shaded central pane in the outer door
is simply jay Could" But the mysterious
little man has no regular times for entering or
quitting that office. 1t is oaly one OF his many
downtown retreats, and he enters it only to
consult with Mr. Dillon or others of mis- railroad
lieutenants | may give here a new feature of
Mr.. Gould's lfe-new at least to the public
and that is his taste for the theater. The pop
ular Idea OF Gould is q close student. who spent
his evenings in his fnely-apnointed library. and
is accessible to no one from the outside world.
The fact is that most of his evenings are spent in
our theaterS. His constant companion is his son
George. As the latter said recently: Father
and live in the theater." For instance, young
Gould bought two seats at yesterdays aucton
sale Of places for the opening night of Wallack g
new theater. One Of those places was for his
father, who finds rest for his mind, wearied by
the immense realities that it has been burdened
with during the day, in the pleasant ictions OF
the stare