, 1873-06-08

| from tho D1t1buTv tNeic3- .
DanburJ man started for Greenwich, Fri
day, to See an iron fence. What be wanted to
Sea an iron fence for wo don't know; and it really
makes no difference. He went. He wanted to 70
| OF on the $3.50 train, SO he hurried homo to ret
ready. His wife and q vicious outside woman
were cleaning house, and it was some little time
before he could get his society suit ready In tho
meantime he opened fire on the largest half Of 3
custard pie, holding it in his hand; and dancing
! around and yelling for his things When she
brought his overcoat, he set the pic in chair to
put on the coat, but in his nervousneaB stepped
on the end Of long-handled whitewash brush
which WAS balanced across pail, and the other
end flew up and discharged about pint OF the
painting and indignant wife. shemade remark
and he contradicted it. Then he sat down in the
chair where the pie was and got up with a howl
that would have melted the stoutest heart. She
wanted him to wait while ahe scraped o Il the
surplus, but he was too mad to converge in
words Of more than one syllable, aud started
for the depot, and boarded the train, and in the
aecluslon Of the baggage-car removed the offen-
sive lunch.
he got to Greenwich all right, and looked at
the fence. We hope he admired it. Then he
started for home but missed the train, aud as
the next WAS an express and didn't stop at
Greenwich; he WAS obliged to walk to tho draw
bridge at Cos Cob or stayi Greenwich all night.
So he walked up there in tho rain, but didn't
mind it much, as he had an umbrella and the pie
was pretty we'll dried in. When he got to Cos
Cob he stood up On fence to look at the scenery,
and swear. when sharp gust ut wind took off
his hat and carried it across 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.
brief conversation here ensued between himself
and the umbrella. which he still held, and he
again started for the hat. When he got to it, he
kicked it around several times and then jamned
it down on his head, and started once more
through the bogs as the train drew up at the
bridge. It was a terrible struggle, as the bogs
were uncertain, but he strained, and coughed,
and spit, and howlod, and swore, and it did seem
as if he would catch it after all What he
thought az 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, vet
through to the skin, splashed with mud, and
with an expression On his face that would have
scared q hydrsnt. Backing himself against the |
depot he stood there until near, midnight, and !
then went up on the owl train to Norwalk, fall |
ing asleep In the meantime, and narrowly ea- |
Gaping being carried by the depot Here he took |
INC freight for Danbury, arriving at home just
before daylight. His wife Was abed but not
sleeping. She lay there torn by forebodings and
aarassed BY suspense. Perhaps he Was dead and
ylng on the cold ground in the rain. Then she
hought Of his ife1ess body, aud gronnedi and
hought OF tho pie and groaned again: She knew
lis knock the moment it sounded, and, rushing
!oHn-sta1ra in the costume appropriate TO
hat hour, Rhe threw herself into his hair and
lysterioally shouted, "Oh, ,you old rascal! Como
q here" t