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Show A Woman at a Restaurant. A peep into one of tho big up town restaurants, patronized largely by women out shopping, discloses the fact that women at luncheon ore either excessively economical, or rather extravagant. She comes in flying, breathless, scans the bill of fare for the quickest thing to consume and the cheapest, orders a bouillon, or a sandwich, a cup of tea, or perhaps just water; gobbles it, and is off on tho trail of a bargain again in a jiffy. Or else she comes in slowly and calmly, with an evident intention of spending a pleasant hour, reads the bill of fare through without haste, calls tho waiter to inquire if this or that dish is fresh, though she does not intend to order it: ' finally calls for a salad, an ice cream, an oyster patty, an eclairs, a cheese cake, and perhaps one or two other varieties of whipped froth aud baked wind, dips a littlo into each, while chatting with her friend about the weather, the bargains, the fashions, the theatre, her symptoms, her dentist, her servants, her dressmaker and her children; keeps the waiter hovering hover-ing about in hopes of a tip, while she puts on a tight pairof gloves and buttons them up with a hairpin; is sure she has been overcharged, and requires considerable explanation to convince her to the contrary, con-trary, trips up to the desk to pay aud omits to count her change, and finally teters out beaming with satisfaction, to return a moment later in dire consternation, consterna-tion, having left her parcels behind, and insists on opening them all then and there, to soo if they have not been opened and robbed. Now York Tribune. |