The Springdale news., 1889-05-03
AT THE RESTAURANT.

AT THE RESTAURANT. ITO" TWO Young Women Ordered n
 1Nenty -Five-Cent Lunch
 Two young women enter well. known uptown restaurant for lunch. con As they sit down one of them be- gins to tell how hungry she is, while her companion echoes her sentiments With iervor T thought we should never get there" says the first. "I am actually faint" says the second, Y 'and l 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 a moment as if she had de- clded what to order, but she seems to find nothing satisfactory. Her friend has begun an entirely different ex- animation. Starting at the top of the list, shc goes down it slowly, examin- ing every thing carefully. It seems as if she was sure to hit upon choice. When she reached the last word on the last page, she looks tip and sighs ''W hat are you going to order?" she asks, with an air of resignation. Il am sure 1 don't know,n is the dis couraging reply.
 The waiter, who has been standing stock still, moves his feet little un- easily. Let's begin on the soups, Jen, says one, and they fall to study~ ing the soups. After a pause. .srle one ' addressed as "Jen'.-saggests, in an apologetjc Nsnncr, mock-turtle soup .Oh," Says the other, II thought tomato, would be nice" II don't care, so long as it is something" is the reply.
 Now, Jen, you don't want tomato. You only say that to please me"
 Il do, too; you know I do."
 You might be frank about it, I" coolly. There is no reason why we shouldn't have both"
 The waiter wearily changes from one leg to the other.
 Well. then, I'll order mock turtle :"
 But don't want mock-turtle; you know 1 don't. won't have it.n
 The waiter moves off silently just in time for them to turn and see his back . ''Isn't this vexing," says the one who had suggested mock-turtle soup. 'I shall make a 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- tle?" says the one who wanted tomato soup, severely.
 No, 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 fal- lowed by respectful cough to remir them that their order is still hanging fire
 'Then,'. says one, "lets just have some plaiG consomme;" and consomme it is.
 After the waiter returns with their order, each says that she hopes that the other is satisfied. The waiter goes away and returns three times to get the rest of the order. He tries the shuffl ing 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 next?" asks 'Jen.'
 Its such bother to order. l wish papa were here. He doesn't have any trouble.n
 .'1 don't feel very hungry now, any way. Suppose we don't wait any longer, but go around to get our hat. :"
 All right gratefully.
 Let me pay for the check; I havc just the amount"
 No, let me; want to get a ten-dol- lar bill changed"
 No, insist
 Another pause and another cough. N The waiter takes the check and the ihoney and starts for the cashiers desk In a moment he is back again. The quarter is punched" he says. with bow.
 'Oh, Jen, now you will have to get the bill changed
 "Jenn hunts around for a purse, finds it and begins to look for the bill. Il know I have it." she says, but where is it?' After going carefully o=er all her bills she emembers that she spent the ten-dollar bill downtown. Here's five, anyway" 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 a sigh of relief. Y. Tribune.