Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1889-06-22
YOUNG WOMEN ORDER ALuNcHEoN
The Difficulty OF Making q Choice-How
1t I.onka to a Walter.

rs OOtN6 ttOWGtN ORGGh - t0tN0fT6OtV
The Diaicuity OF Making Choice-How
1t Looks to Waiter.
Two young women enter a well
known uptown restaurant for lunch
con. AS they sit down one of them
begins to tell how hungry she is,
while her companion echoes her senti
ments with fervor. 81 thought we
should never get here" says the first
Il am actually faint, says the second,
land am going to eat and not talk
bit" Each of them seizes a bill Of
fare and begins to look it over. The
first runs her eye up and down the
sheet, evidently in doubt At times
she pauses for moment as if she had
decided what to order, but she seems
TO find nothing satisfactory.
Her friend has begun an entirely
different examination. Starting at
the top of the list, she goes down it
slowly, examining everything care
fully. 1t seems as if she were sure TO
hit upon choice When she reached
the last word ON the last page she
looks up and signs. ''What are you
going to order2" she asks with an air
of resignation. 81 am sure | don't
know, is the discouraging reply.
The waiter, who has been standing
stock still, moves his feet little un-
easily. Lets begin on the soups,
Jen, says one, and they fall to study
ing the soups. After a pause the one
addressed as "Jen" suggests in an
apologize manner mock turtle soup.
"Oh," says the other, II thought to-
mato would be nice" II don't care,
so long as it is something" is the re-
Nov, Jen, you don't want tomato.
You only say that to please me-
Il do, too; you know do.n
You might be frank about it,"
coolly. There is no reason why we
shouldn't have both"
The waiter YEARLY changes from
one leg to the other.
well, then, I'll order mock turtle.
But don't want mock turtle; you
know I don't won't have it."
The waiter moves off silently, Just
in time for them to turn and see his
back.
Isn't this vexinga" says the one
who had suggested mock turtle soup.
Il shall make complaint about that
man." The waiter, having noticed
that they are looking for him, hurries
across the room.
will you bring us some mock tur-
tle2" says the one who wanted tomato
soup, severely.
mo, no, don't" protested the other.
Tomato, served for two" The waiter
looks on helplessly, but does not make
a start
Now, Jen, don't be perverse."
You are perverse."
Then comes a dignifed pause, fol-
lowed by respectful cough, to remind
them that their order Is still hanging
fire.
''Then," says one, ''let's just have
some plain consomme;" and consom-
me il is.
After the waiter returns with their
order, each says that she hopes the
other is satisfied. The waiter goes
away and returns three times to get
the rest of the order. He tries the
shutting of feet and the changing of
positions, but they have finished their
soup now and are discussing gowns.
Finally the waiter has recourse to the
respectful cough again, and they both
look up.
'Oh, what shall we have nextr
asks "Jen."
Its such bother to order. wish
papa were here. He doesn't have any
trouble"
Il don't feel very hungry now, any
way. Suppose we don't wait any
lo,,o.o,, 1T -. o..o,,..l Il z,.ax x,,s.
''All right" gratefully.
Let me pay Tor the check; 1 have
just the amount"
mo, let me; want to get a ten
dollar bill changed"
mo, insist"
Another pause and another cough.
The waiter takes the check and money
and starts for the cashiers desk. In a
moment he is back again. 1.-THE quar-,
ter is punched, J." he says, with a bow.
"Oh, Jen, now you will have to get!
the bill changed
''Jen" hunts around for her purse,
finds it and begins to look for the bill,
Il know / have it," she says, ''butl
where is it3" After going carefully
over all the bills she remembers that
she spent the ten dollar bill down town.
Here's five, any way" she says with
great satisfaction, and the waiter goes,
off again. Having gotten their change
they talk for five minutes more, trying,
to decide whether they shall go to look
at the hat after all or go up to get
Amy" They finally decide upon the
hat, and as they move toward the door
the waiter picks up the punched quar-
ter they left for him and leans against
the wall with q sigh of relief.-New
York Tribune.