The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-08-17
ASUBURBAN EXPERIENCE
By MRS. NJ. l.. RhYSE.

at isn't because am tired Of our fat
that want TO live in the suburbs, but
the doctor says we both need change"
concluded Mrs. Perry Thorne, who was
making her first plea for country life.
II agree with the doctor that we
need change of one sort at least" an
swcred her husband.
Don't be fippant, dear. I am in
dead earnest; and oh, Perry know OF
such dear cottage, one of n row."
II dislike rows" said Perry. "IIow-
ever, if you are determined to be a
subur banitc, and with the suburban
tics stald, may as well agree to go. I
will at once take lessons on the flying
trapezc so that may sometimes be
able to catch a train. j shall study to
acquire that daZed suburban stare that
people who eat their breakfasts and
dinners by lamplight assume, assisted
by catching their quota of sleep in
depots after they have missed the
train"
"Oh, VIC won't be there long enough
for that" said his wife; "and, Perry,
the air is just hcavenly-so sustaining"
That's good, as we shall probably
be twelve miles or more from n grocery
store. Have you caught your house
yet, Maud?'
"Oh, yes. Mrs. Smcad has one in the
same row, and she told me about ours.
1t is the southwest corner house,
while hers is the southeast. Isn't it
strange, Perry, that have never been
introduced to Mr.. Smead? l wouldn't
believe there was my such person il
had not seen him"
Nothing strange about it" growlcd
Perry, in what his wife called his bull
dog" voice. Il suppose You want to
know him becarNe he has the rcputa-
ton of being lady killer"
Perry
IL am told by fellows we both know
that he prides himself on his beauty"
II hate bcauty-men," said Maud,
soothingly, they are all vain, conceit-
ed creatures. l never would marry
handsome man"
Perry mumblcd something and went
away, first giving his wife permission
to do as she pleased about taking the
suburban house.
A week later both families were set.
tied in the row which frontcd street
and n railroad track, and was equi-dis-
taDt from two depots.
Mr.. Smead did not take as kindly to
the change as Perry Thorne did, but
he told his wife, thoughtlcssly, that
one good feature of suburban life was
having the Thorncs for neighbors.
where have you ever met Mrs.
Thornc?" asked his wife, suspiciously.
Don't know her from Adam, my
dear, but isn't she your friend, and
haven't l heard her praises sung ever
since we were married?"
'II'm We have a calling acquaint-
ancc, and now we are to be neighbors.
suppose you will meet. But you are
so susceptible, and she is SO giddy,
just know you will set people talking"
Great Caesar, Laura, you give your
best friend great send Off l suscep-
tiblc and she giddy? We must be made
for each otherp'
Mrs. Smcad looked volumes at her
husband, but where is the man who
does not enjoy being bone of conten-
ton among his women-folls, ana IL
Smcad had special and particular
virtue, it was that of being good ma
turcd
Mrs. Smead, like the woman of his
tory, had two treasures-her sewing
machine and her husband, and she
drew the line ut lending either, and IL
people wanted to call her selfish they
might, Fortified by this law she rented
tho southwest cottage.
Saturday night The invisible bridge
spans the distance between the world
of labor and tho world of rest. The
tranquil air gave back no murmur of
the multitudinous voices that had filed
IL with cries Of sorrow, anger, or glad
ness during the work @hys OF the past
week. 1t was the ante-chamber Of the
Sabbath, n time so sacred to our an
cestors that all work and all pleasure
was suspended, that the soul itself
mightTcst
A great throng OF people was hurry
ing homcward, and all bore the happy
burdens OF Saturday night--new shoes
for the little burdcn-bearers, new
bonnet for mother. tho Sunday dinner
and among them Perry Thorne and
Amos Smead, who had struck up a
neighborly acquaintance, and were
now Fastening to the same train, going
ont tn their suburban homes for their