The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1883-08-25
OUR LETTER FROM BRoADBRIM

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+ New YORK. August 1s. 1883.
EDITOR CHIEF:
/ What in Jerusalem has got into the old
men? expect it must be the old man, for
there are accounts in the papers of ten who
have GO up and busted within a week, and
every time some one has missed pet lamb
or eve, and there are several others whom
I know whose names have not yet figured
in the columns of the daily press. There was
girl in the case every time. 1t would be
bad enough if the men were twenty five Or
thirty, and the girls eighteen OR twenty, but
the old sinners are as gray as rats; five of
them grandfathers; and the others might
have been if they had ever had chance.
There has been regular eloping cyclone;
but one thing is morally certain, it will not
take them long to find out that they have
made fools of themselves.
Our neighbors across the river have a
very delightful park, and in these pleasant
summer afternoons the half of Brooklyn
that stops away from Coney Island, with its
varied attractions, goes to Prospect Park
to play croquet or lawn tennis, Or to ride on
the merry go-rounders
Mr.. B., for SO we will call him, although
his name is K, was married to Mrs B. over
twenty years ago, so you may infer from
this that Mrs. B. was no chicken. Mr. B..
did fourishing business in New York, in
salt fish, ham and other similar luxuries,
and his home on Brooklyn heights was the
center for generous and refined hospital
ity. Mr.. B. was fond of fishing, in fact it
almost amounted to passion, and next to
bass and bluefsh at least once week in
the season.
The only thing that troubled him was
the grief that Mrs. 3. suffered at his absence,
and that frequently preyed upon his spirit
to such an extent that he thought at times
he must give up fishing. Monday last was
glorious day for sport; the weather was
just right, and the tides were propitious.
The telegraph strike had knocked business
higher than kite, so that it actually seemed
as if every thing had conspired to give him
a happy day. Rod and reel, clam bail and
squid were got ready, couple of deep sea
lines, good lunch, and a bottle of "Oh, be
jolly,'' made Paradise look as near as it
usually does to mortals here below; SO kiss
ing Mrs. B. good bye, he hurried down to
the Staten Island boat, expecting to get the
rest of his rig at Castleton. When he ar
rived not a boat could he hire for love or
money; there had been an unusual rush for
boats. The early birds had got the worm.
So after making use of considerable pro-
fame language, Mr.. B. turned back to town,
sadder if not wiser man. But as the
Staten Island boat approached New York a
brilliant idea struck him, he would go home
and get Mrs. B. and give her ride on the
elevated road, as far as Harlem Bridge; he
had his lunch all ready and they could have
picnic all by themselves. He hurried
home, but the house was shut up, and none
of the neignbors knew where Mrs. B. had
gone, but they heard her say she would not
be back till night. Mr.. B. reflected: that's
all right, she didn't expect me back till
night she was crying her eyes out at my
absence, and has probably run up to Tarry-
town, to see her grandmother and her aunt
Susan. So to while away the time, he thought
he would take turn in Prospect Park
Now, in Prospect Park is camera obscura