Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1873-06-14
All About an Iron Fence,

\ Danbury man started for Greenwich,
Friday, TO See an iron fence for we don't
know, and it really makes no difference.
He went. lie wanted to go off OH the $50
train so he hurried home to get ready,
His wife and vicious outside woman
were cleaning house, and it was some little
time before he could get his society-suit
ready. In the meantime he opened fire
on the largest half of a custardpie, holding
it in his hand, and dancing around yelling
for his things. When she brought his over
coat he set the pie on n chair to put on the
coat, but in his nervousness stepped on tho
end of long-handled whitewash-b thrush
which was balanced across pail, and tho
other end flew up and discharged about Il :,
pint OF the awful mixture over the sofa,
wall paper, and his painting and indignant
vile. She made Il remark and he contra
dicted it. Then hc sat down in the chair
where the pie was, and got up again with
A howl that would have melted the stoutest
heart. She wanted him TO wait while she
scrupcd off the surplus but he was too
mad to converse in words of more than
one syllable, and started for the depot, and
boarded car removed the offensive lunch.
He got to Greenwich all right, and looked
at the fence. We hope he admired it.
Then he started for home, but missed tho
train and, as the next train WAS an ex-
press and didn't stop at Greenwich, he was
obliged to walk to the drawbridgc al Cos
Cob, or stay in Greenwich all night. So
lie walked up there in the rain bet didn't
mind it much, as he had an umbrella, and
the pie was pretty well dried III. When he
got to Cos Cob he stood up on 4 fence to
look at the scenery, and swear, when
sharp gust of wind took off his hat and car
ricd it across bog lot. Then he sterrG2
down on the other side too amazed to ex-
press himself and another gust of wind
came alonSed and turned the umbrella in
side out. y brief conversation here ensued
between himself and the umbrella, and
he again started for the hat. When he
got up to it, he kicked it around several
times, and then jammed it down on, his
head, and started once more through the
boys as the train drew up at the bridge.
1t was Il terrible struggle, rs the bogs wero.
uncertain; but he strained, and coughed.
and spit and howled, and swore, and it did
seem as if he would catch it after all.
When he thought as he stood on that fence
and watched that train sail across the
bridge, no human being can tell.
An hour later he appeared in Stamford,
wet through to the skin, splashcd with
mud, and with an expression on his face
that would have scared Il hyGrant. Back
ing himself against he depot, he stood
there until near mi Knight, aud then went
up on the owl train to Norwalk. falling EtA
sleep in the meantime, and narrowly es-
Gaping being carried by the depot. Here
he took the freight for Daubury, arriving
at home just before daylight. His wife
was abed, but not sleeping. She lay there
torn by forebodings and harassed by sus-
pence. Perhaps he was dead, and lying
ON the cold ground in the ram. Then she
thought of his lifeless body, and groaned
and thought of the pie, and gtoaned again.
She knew his knock the moment it sound
ed, and, rushing down in the costume APP
propriate to that hour, she threw herself
into his hair, and Historically shouted
"Oh. you old rascal come in here |"