Daily globe., 1883-08-02
"A CLAM DIGGER's SORROW.

HIS Wife EtOpes actth a lFGrmer-A WUe
Husband and EleUen Children Deserted.
New York World.
Frederick Cutler is a well known farmer
of Flatlands, L. I. A week ago he eloped
with Ellen Ahrens, the wife of neighbor.
The story is a good one.
Mr.. Ahrens is clam digger at Canarsie.
The principal products of Canarsie are
mosquitoes, very bad whisky, frogs
clans.
Before the big hotel at Rockaway was
thought of Canarsie was port of entry.
1t was not only port, but sherry, clarret
and beer of entry. The residents of
Brooklyn or New York could go down there
every day, hire beats, go out, come back,
and catch all the fish and other things that
they wanted by paying for them.
Canarsie is situated between Sheepshead
bay and East New York, and the boats that
used to start from there to Rockaway
beach do not start now, because they cannot
climb over the trestle-work built across the
bay by the Rockaway beach people.
Mrs. Ellen Ahrens is exactly twenty
three years of age, Benedict's time, and is
plump and pleasing person. She is the
mother of three children. The gay
defaulter with what did not belong to him
is fifty years of age.
Mr.. Ahrens hunts the gay and festive
clam and yells it through the city streets,
after he has crawled up to it when it is
asleep, put his hat over it, pulled the
feathers out of it and prepared it for
consumption or any other disease in the
vernacular.
While the former was engaged in his
enterprising work he chanced to espy Mrs.
Ahrens. He dropped his hoe Immediately
| and looked at her sunny face. Then they
exchanged winks.
After that Mr.. Cutler was a constant
visitor at the Ahrens mansion. The Ahrens
mansion wasn't much of mansion, but il
was a mansion all the same, and had a
front door, back door, roof, cow yard,
a well and a nanny goat. There is room
| right herein the description of the place
for romantic story but the reporter of
the World is dealing in facts.
While Mr.. Ahrens was away on his ex-
citing chase Mr.. Cutler bewitched his
wife. Mr.. Cutler had wife and eight
| children, but he went to the Ahrens man
| sion every night and whispered words of
love into the not unwilling ear of the fair
| Ellen.
"Whithersoever thou goest will I go.
Thy fly is my fly, and thy hash my hashv'
said the unsuspecting Ellen, when the be-
guiler had notified her that he was willing
to leave Canarsie, the CLANS, and even the
mosquitoes, frogs, wife and eight children.
| She imagined that it was an even thing,
and took the train with her contempora-
neous false one.
They took no baggage.
| Mrs. Ahrens left a babe in arms, and Mr..
| Cutler left several friends in club.
The scandal spread through the town
and the residents of the place, who are al
most all clam farmers, threatened to hang
the male eloper if they could catch him.
| Tar and feathers were talked of. The dis
| consulate eight children were travelling
around Canarsie, and it looked as if the
fraternity would get bursted unless there
was rush of CLANS to the shore.
| People who resided on the beach-men,
women, sunny headed girls, little boys with
the backward drift of the tide in their
pants-stood on the shore and looked sea-
ward. Father was not coming back again
mother has gone away.
| Eleven little ones are wiping their little
noses and wondering what the wild waves
were saying.
| Fellows out in their bare feet tread on
clans, got their toes stuck in the crevices,
while they were watching for the couple to
come back, and cussed. They came not
back.
Canarsie was extremely on edge.
A man who looked like Mr.. Cutler, a
little bit disguised, was met at the Manhat-
tau Beach station. at Canarsie.
recognize him.
"Are you Guiler?" asked one of them.
"My name is Jackson" said the man.
He looked so much like Cutler that when
he left the crowd he was compelled to &C
knowledge that he was relative of the
slate departed" and even this wasn't done
until he had lost a coat-tail and part of
his hat-brim.
train was watched.
A man with gun, who had come down
to Canarsie to shoot robins, was looked
| upon by the folks of Canarsie as the per-
petrator of the deed.
His gun gained him respect.
"That's the manr' circulated a coun-
tryman with a whole paper of tobacco in
| his mouth.
II wonder if the gun is loaded?" asked
another.
"Let's 60 home and get our guns" said
three brawny sons of toll and clans.
While the good fellows were priming
their guns Mr.. Cutler reappeared. On
Friday night he came back to his home.
| He met with warm reception.
| His wife looked out the window and re-
marked, inquisitorily:
who's there?'
IS me-"
what do you want?"
'Lemme in.''
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