Later in the day, at the door of the silversmith's, Cousin Egbert
hailed the pressman I had met on the evening of my arrival, and
insisted that I impart to him the details of my venture. The chap
seemed vastly interested, and his sheet the following morning
published the following:
THE DELMONICO OF THE WEST
Colonel Marmaduke Ruggles of London and Paris, for the past
two months a social favourite in Red Gap's select North Side
set, has decided to cast his lot among us and will henceforth
be reckoned as one of our leading business men. The plan of
the Colonel is nothing less than to give Red Gap a truly elite
and recherche restaurant after the best models of London and
Paris, to which purpose he will devote a considerable portion
of his ample means. The establishment will occupy the roomy
corner store of the Pettengill block, and orders have already
been placed for its decoration and furnishing, which will be
sumptuous beyond anything yet seen in our thriving metropolis.
In speaking of his enterprise yesterday, the Colonel remarked,
with a sly twinkle in his eye, "Demosthenes was the son of a
cutler, Cromwell's father was a brewer, your General Grant was
a tanner, and a Mr.
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