The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1892-11-24
THOSE STONY EYES.
The Women Who Are Always Leaning
Out of the Windows.

The Women Who Are Always Leaning
Out of the Windows.
One of the queer features of fiat
life here in New York, remarked a
cynical Bostonian to a reporter, 'is
the universal window hanging. 7
mean the habit of leaning for hours
at time far out of windows at all
elevations. Of course people lean
out of windows everywhere b,1t
here in New York along such ave
nues as Sixth, Eighth. Third and
Fourth, and all streets where there
are flat houses, it seems as if the
family took turns at the window
sllls. The feminine heads ALWAYS
predominant, though there are plenty
OF men. To the credit of our sex
however, they have not reached the
pillow stage"
The whatE" inquired the reporter.
The pillow stage. Protracted
vlglls ON an unfeeling window sill
are liable to callous feminine elbows
my friend. The wise flat builder of
the future IN your city will fit his
window sllls with air cushions.
once thought this window hanging
habit was distinctly New York Gus,
tom, but | received a severe lesson
on that point two years ago. I came
over here in the spring from Boston
on matter of business that REQUIRED
time, so | took lodgings upon the
west side, Directly opposite was A
large fiat house, and though all the
windows in the building were more
or less populous, there was one in
particular on the third floor from
which the female occupant was lean
ing out at all hours. 1t seemed to
me that that woman must neglect
even meals and sleep. She haunted
me even to my dreams.
When went out in the morning
her stony glare followed me till |
turned the corner, and when | re-
turned III the afternoon it seemed as
II that third floor window hanger
hadn't stirred an inch. l became so
nervous and conscious that l dreaded
the street. l felt sure that woman
could see every defect on my person.
and whenever | was aware of a
W11ted collar or unpublished shoes
made point of hugging the houses
ON her side till opposite my abode,
and then scurrying across the street
and indoors. l sometimes wondered
whether that stare could count the
change IN my pocket. One night |
returned home from an entertain
ment at 2 a. m. All the way home
gloried in the thought that for once
would be free from my oppressor.
When / reached the corner a
glance showed me was right. No
head. The window was closed and
dark. hurried to my house, mount
ed the steps and when 1 had opened
the door, gave one parting glance at
that third floor window. There she
was, a white and airy costume, but
. she had got there just the same.
when finally l left New York l
took an early train. leaving the house
at 6 a. m. OF course that third floor
nuisance was on duty at her win
dow, with the same imperturbable
stare. AS usual, stood it to the
corner, and then I dropped satchel
and umbrella and shook my fist at
that window hanging fiend with all
the fervor of deadly hate.
There was milkman near me,
and l said, DO you know that
womanY
Reckon l do. Serve her milk
Is she queer?'
Oh, no. She amt used to New
York. Only been here four months,
and she hasn't went about much.
Country
Reckon So Come from Boston
last March. New York Tribune.