The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-07-12

A DANBuRY MANS ADVENTURE.
Danbury man started for Greenwich, Fri
day, to see an iron fence. What he want
ed to see an iron fence for we don't know,
and it really makes no difference. He
went. He wanted to go off on 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 custard pie, holding it
in his hand, and dancing around and yell
ing for his things. When she brought his
overcoat, he set the pie in a chair to put ON
his coat, but in his nervousness stepped on
the end of a long-handled whtewash brush
which was alanced across a pail, and the
other end flew up and discharged about
pint of the awful mixture over the sofa,
wallpaper, and his painting and indignant
wife. She made remark, and he contra
dcted it. Then he sat down in the chair
where the pie was, and got up with howl
that would have melted the stoutest heart.
She wanted him to wait while she scraped
off the surplus, but he was too mad to con-
verse in words of more than one syllable,
and started for the depot, and boarded the
train, and in the seclusion of the baggage
car removed the offensive lunch.
He got to Greenwich all right, and look
ed at the fence. We hope he admired it.
Then he started for home but missed the
train, and as the next was an express and
didn't stop at Greenwich, he was Obliged to
walk to the draw-bridge at Cos Cob, or stay
in Greenwich all night. So he walked UP
there in the rain, but didn't mind it much,
as he had an umbrella and the pie was pretty
well dried in. When he got to Cos Cob he
stood upon a fence to look to the scenery,
and swear, when sharp gust of wind took
off his hat and carried it across a bog lot.
Then he stepped down on the other side
too amazed to express himself, and another
gust of wind came along and turned the
umbrella inside out. A brief conversation
ensued between himself and the umbrella.
which he still held, and he started for the
hat. When he got 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 a terrible struggle, as the bog were
uncertain, but he strained and coughed and
spit and hOwled and swOre, and it did seem
as il he would catch it after all. What he
thought, as he stood on that fence and
watched the train sail across the bridge, no
human being can tell
An hour later he appeared in Stamford,
wet through to the skin, splashed with mud,
and with an expression on his face that
would have scared hydrant. Backing
himself against the depot he stood there
until near midnight, and then went up on
the owl train to Norwalk, falling asleep in
the meantime, and narrowly escaping being
carried by the depot. Here he took the
freight for Danbury, arriving at home Just
before daylight His wife was abed, but
not sleeping. She lay there torn by fore
holdings and harrassed by suspense. Per-
haps he was dead and lying ON the cold
grounds in the rain. Then she thought of
his lifeless body, and groaned and thought
of the pie, and groaned again. She knew
his knock the moment it sounded, and
rushing down stairs in the costume appro-
pirate to that hour, she threw herself into
his hair and Historically shouted: ''Oh,
you old rascal, come in here. '-Danbuyy
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