The Douglas independent. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 187?-1885, 1884-02-09
WALL STREETS LUNCH.
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Ninth floor," said the elevator boy.
All, here we are" and the colonel
pushed his way out into marble
foored corridor, closely followed by his
friend and half dozen other gentle
men. Branching off from each end of
the main corridor and running at right
angles with it was narrow hallway.
Along one side OF one of these narrow
Railways were observed half dozen
glass paneled doors, each with the
word restaurant" painted thereon in
plain black letters. A white-aproned
waiter with very bald head recognized
the colonel at once. "Two?p said he
'Yes," said the colonel, and the next
instant the two visitors found them
selves seated snugly in q corner, their
respective knees almost touching under
small table covered with spotless
linen and adorned with glass and silver
ware of tasteful designs. The room
was not more than fifteen feet square,
but it was richly carpeted and attract
lively decorated. Over the gold and
lavender paper hung quaint and pretty
pictures In gllded frames, and on some
of the tables we're small vases of flow
ers. Through open doors on each of
three sides could be seen other rooms
similar in size and adornment Actual
count subsequently revealed that there
were eight rooms, and in each there
were perhaps half q dozen tables,
large and small Those rooms which
overlooked the street were lighted by
little round windows that resembled
portfolios, and which gave to the rooms
something of the appearance of cosy
cabins in vessel.
"By the way" said the colonel, after
he had given an order for bottle of
Apollinaris, "did you observe that
came up in the elevator with us? He
bore some resemblace to the late
Charles Backus, although without the
dead minstrels expansive mouth. Well,
that was Commander Gorringe, the
man who brought Cleopatra's needle
across the ocean. He comes here to
lunch frequently. He is an epicure,
they say, and knows the difference be-
tween good salad and q mess of cold
slaw. Hello, there's Sage over therel
He must be unusually hungry to-day,
for it is his habit to lunch In his office
on the plainest kind of fare. But Ilr.-
sumo this 50-cent table d'hote catches
him. He enjoys good meal much better
than he enjoys paying for it. just see
how fast he eats. Why, he spills half
his soup in his lap. Most Wall-street
men are rapid eaters, however, espe-
cially at lunch time. Minutes are dol
lars to them Occasionally i
see Jay Gould up here. He never
wastes any time over his lunches, al
though / am told that he is very delib-
crate and sociable at dinner. When he
comes in here he seeks out o quiet cor
ner, and slips into chair as modestly
as bashful miss. When the waiter
asks what he will have, his invariable
reply is: Anything, anything; hurry
it up"
"Gen. Grant is in the next room" in
terrupted the waiter, with an important
air, as he placed steaming soup-tureen
and two plates in front of the colonel.
"Eh, does the general lunch here ?"
inquired the colonel, looking interested
He comes in pretty often. He is
not very heavy eater, but he is mighty
particular about what he eats. He
likes good steak and smoke after
ward. Everything must be just SO with
him. Grumble? Oh, no; he never
grumbles. If he don't like thing, he
Just lets it alone. We try to make him
comfortable here, and he seems to en-
joy it. The boss keeps a special box of
cigars for the general. They are prime
Havanas, and cost 45 cents apiece
No, sir, Mr.. Sage does not smoke that
brand. never saw him smoke any
thing"
Il have seen Roscoe Conkling here
several times" said the colonel after the
waiter had departed. "The ex-senator
seems to be growing young. True, his
hair has whitened rapidly of late years,
but he has the fresh complexion of
schoolboy. He eats his lunch with the
same deliberation that characterizes
most all of his movements, and it is evi-
dent that he enjoys what he eats. He
is not what you would call beef-eater.
His preference seems TO be for nice lit
tie It'd bits. | am told that he relishes
small game when cooked to his taste,
and usually he finds use for small bot
tie of claret. Unlike Grant, If any dish
is set before him that he does not like,
he speaks about it in unmistakable lam
| guage. Mr.. Conkling likes his cup of
coffee and a good cigar after meal.
Jesse Seligman, the banker, lunches
here whenever he can spare the time to
take lunch outside of his Office Cyrus
w. Field is almost a constant patron of
this place, and, although he is generally
in hurry, he manages to dispose of
everything that is set before him. Most
| all slim men with nervous tempera-
ments eat great deal, you know, and
Mr.. Field is no exception to that rule.
He seems to like company at the table,
and he seldom comes In here unless ac-
companied by his son or some friend.
He talks necessarily while eating, and
appreciates the point of a good story.
| Look at those men about to sit down
| to the large, square table in that back
room. The ruddy-faced man with light
colored side whiskers and partially bald
head is D. O. Mills. He looks like an
Enghshman, doesn't he? Well, he has
an Englishman's love for beef. He is
fond of Q COED roast or steak, and en-
| joys chat with friends while eating.
At his right sits G. p. Huntington,
who is as mild and good-natnred as be
looks. He takes especial pride in the
fact that he has worked his way M
from the lowest round of the ladder. ]
have heard him tell of the time when
he had to work hard at manual labor
for $40 month. He has very pro-
nounced ideas on the subject of labor
and does not believe In strikes. Henr,
Willard, | presume. you know at least
by sight. His big frame and ii as i've