St. Paul daily globe., 1889-12-26

tent year or two ago as to cSntract
Sc we're case of dyspepsia. which in turn
th reatened him with apoplexy, and bid
far ut one time TO end his career. Since
th Ell he eats no more snal''e, his lunch
now cons listing. as rule, Of light
soup, q br oiled fowl, q chop or piece
Of steak, salad. with bottle of claret
or Burgundy, and, whe n he and the
doctor feel in a specially jOvial mood,
small bottle of champagne. 1t Is upon
such occasions as this that Mr.. Gould
jokes and
TELLS FUNNY STORIES.
and they do say that he tells some very
good ones. There is one about Cyrus
Field which Mr.. Gould tells with great
gusto as having been told to him by
Prof. Morse. 1t Is to the effect that lnl-
mediately after the successful compile
tiOn of the first transatlantic cable
and the consequent celebrations, in
which, of course, Mr.. Field bore prom
inent pa rt, Prof. NOISE had occasion to
send telegram from small town III
Ohio to his home in New York. He
wrote out his message, presented 1t to
the in telligent operator, who rapidly
check ed il off with his pencil and curtly
deman ded 81. "But," said the venera-
bic inventor, IL never pay for mes
Sages," and seeing an inquiring look in
the ope rator's eyes, added: III am, In
fact, the father of the telegraph"
"Then," said the operator, firmly con-
vinced that he was being imposed upon,
"whv don't you sign your own name,
Cyrus w. Field?' At this point Mr..
Gould usually laughs and proceeds to
tell how greatly humiliated Prof. Morse
was when he told the Story in his pres
hr hoe nj ich ic
luncheon he goes back to his Office and
weaves more spider webs until about
o'clock.
Now. right here may be noted very
peculiar fact Mr.. Gould never looks
at stock ticker, and has never been
known to ask the price of stock, and
yet his brokers say he always knows
within an eighth the quotation of almost
every stock on the list. Where he gets
his information, nobody seems to know;
maybe it is intuition. He is
A VERY SHREwD OBSERVER.
though, and has very sharp way of
calling people to account. A newspa-
per man, neophyte by the way, went
to interview him the other day, and
took some Western Union telegraph
blanks out of his pocket to make notes
on. Mr.. Gould looked at him rather
sternly and said, with some show of
asperity: young man, you not only
want my ideas for nothing, but you pur-
loin my property to take them down on.
You should have your employer furnish
you with notebook" The young fel-
low blushed to the roots of his hair,
whereupon Mr.. GOuld'S manner under
went such complete change as to put
the scribe once more at his ease.
AT o'clock Mr.. Gould goes home.
spends half an hour in the library and
then goes out for drive, which usually
lasts until 6, his dinner time. After
dinner he goes into his library and
reads. His favOrite author, strange to
say, is Dickens, and then it is that the
millionaire is brought more closely to
the multitude than at any other time in
his life. He seldom goes to the theater,
unless, indeed, TO the opera or some
dramatic performance of very high
character; but there are exceptions, of
course. to this rule, he and George hav-
ing been seen at the Star theater last
Thanksgiving afternoon listening to
Billy Scanlan's songs with evident rel
ish. Ten o'clock usually sees MIR. Gould
between the sheets, and at 1880 he is
generally asleep, being $4,000 richer by
the natural accumulation OF interest
and dividend than he was when he got
up at 7:30 in the morning. When he
rises again the next morning another
$4,000 will have accumulated from the
same source, and another cycle III his
life will have ended.