Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1892-12-21
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1noss STONY EYES

The Women who Are Always Leaning
 oat ef the Windows
 One of the queer features of flat life here in New York" remarked cynical Bostonian to & reporter. is the universal window hanging. l mean the habit of leaning for hours at a time far out of windows at all elevations Of course people lean out of windows everywhere. but here in New York along such ave nues as Sixth, Eighth. Third and Fourth, and all streets where there Rre flat houses. it seems as if tho family took turns at the window sills The feminine heads always predominste, though therc are plenty of men. To the credit of our sex. however. they have not reached tho pillow stage"
 The whatf" inquired the reporter.
 The pillow stage Protracted vigils on an unfeeling window sill are liable to callous feminine elbows, my friend. The wise flat builder of the future in your city will ft his window sllls with air cushions. 1 once thought this window hanging habit was distinctly New York GUS tom, but l received s severe lesson on that point two years ago. l came over hero in the spring from Boston on Q matter of business that required time. so l took lodgings upon the west side, Directly opposite was a large fiat house, and though all the windows tn the building were moro or less populous. there was one in particular on the third floor from which the female occupant was lean ing out nj all hours. II seemed so tue tha; that woman must neglect even meals and sleep She haunted me even to my dreams.
 When l went out in the morning her stony glare followed me ,ill turned the corner. and when 1 re turned in the afternoon ii seemed as if that third floor window hanger hadn't stirred an inch. l became So nervous and conscious that dreaded the street l felt sure that woman could see every defect on my person, and whenever l was aware of wilted collar or unpublished shoes made point Of hugging the houses on her side till opposite my abode, and then scu,rying across the street and indoors sometimes wondered whether that stare could count the change in my pocket One night l returned home from an entertain ment at 9 a. m. All the way homeI gloried in the thought that for once would be free from my oppressor
 When l reached the corner a glance showed me l was right. No head. The window was closed and lark. Hurried to my house, mount d the steps and when l 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 left New York took an early train. leaving the house 1t 6 a. m. Of course that third floor nuisance was on duty at her win. low. with the same imperturbable ,tare AS usual, l stood it to the ,orner. and then l dropped satchel md umbrella and shook my fist at hat window hanging fiend with all he fervor of deadly hate.
 There was a milkman near me, md l said. Do you know that 
 Reckon l do. Serve her milk
 "'ls she queerf
 "Oh, no. She ain't used to New York. Only been here four months. md she hasn't went about much
 "Countryf
 Reckon so. Come from Boston ast March. '"-New York Tribune.