The Wichita daily eagle., 1891-09-11

A NIGHT IN The SUBURBS.

Experience of q Confirmed Old Bachelor
Who Went Away from the City.
'Do not talk to me of the pleasures OF
che country" said confirmed "old fogy,"
looking complacently around on his COM
Portable quarters. "Town is the place for
me. Here have my comfortable bath
room, no end of water, plenty of room and
quite as much breeze, fancy, as at most
Of the places on the Hudson, besides all
the comforts of civilization, and thankful
lam to get back to it all. Come with me
20 my little box out of town for Sunday,
my partner said to me day or two ago.
1t will do you good to get breath of
country air. and like an idiot accepted.
Gan hours ride in the hottest, dustiest
and stufiest cars that 1 ever got into
brought US to NJ, where my friend has
little house near the waters of the sound.
'On-the-Brink' they called the place. On
the-Mud' 1 thought would have been more
appropriate. They gave me a tiny little
room on the ground floor, wherein had
no sooner deposited my bag than my lively
host thundered at the door. Now, old fell
low he called out, we will have a swim.
This sounded rather pleasant, for it was
Bweltering hot, and we were soon bobbing
W
ran In between the two peninsulas of mud,
which he had described to me as such fine
bathing
1.-THE mosquitoes were lively and they
soon began to congregate upon the top of
my bald head. Again and again l dove
under to escape the pests, but they renewed
the attack on each temperance and fin
ally drove me out of the water. My
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disastrous effect of forcing so much water
down my ears that was rendered deaf for
the rest of the evening. This, combined
with a sort of mansard roof which the
mosquitoes had raised on the top of my
bare pate, rendered me anything but happy,
and / was glad enough to retire to my own
room, hoping to forget my discomforts in
sleep. Vain anticipation.
After barely an hours rest was awak-
ened by the most dismal and continuous
bowling, and going to my window, which
was only a few feet above the ground,
found romantic setter baying at the
moon. After vain efforts TO get rid of
him had happy idea, and seizing him
by the nape of the neck, drew him into the
room. The plan answered admirably; he
was nice, gentle creature, and we werk
both soon fast asleep, but not for long.
''This time small terrier also selected
my window as a desirable spot on which
to make the night hideous, and his yelp-
ings soon became uncomfortable. Opening
my window l tried the same plan as with
the setter, and after various efforts to in
duce him to come within my reach
pulled him also into my room. No sooner,
however, had | again ensconced myself in
bed than there was pandemonium let
loose; the two brutes were evidently enc
mics of long standing and Immediately en-.
gagged in free fight. With the aid of my
stick in one hand and my umbrella in the
other finally succeeded in routing them
both, assisting their exits through the
window considerably, whereupon they left
for parts unknown to settle their differ
ences. This was a gain at all events and
once more l courted slumber.
perhaps slept an hour-certainly not
more than two-when l was aroused by
the most frightful clamor l ever heard.
'Quack, quack. quack,' came from a great
brood of ducks, as they filed backward and
forward under my window until [ was
nearly frantic. How long they kept it up
do not know. An apathetic despair had
seized me, and 1 only waited for the day to
enable me to make some wild excuse q be-
lieve plead illness) and to HE me back to
town. And no more country for me, thank
you. / do not mind an evening at Coney
Island, or a regu' outing trip where can
fish, shoot ly enjoy myself. But
no more subur for me- New York Tri-
bune