The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1896-02-20
SUBURBAN TRIALS.


making her first plea for country life.
al agree with the doctor that we need
change of one sort, at least" answered
her husband.
"Don't be flippant, dear, ! am in dead
earnest; and oh, Perry, know of such
a dear cottage. one of row"
~ dislike rows" said Perry, "However,
Il yeu are determined to be suburban
lite. and with the suburbanite stand,
may as well agree to go. ! will at once
take lessons on the flying trapeze, so
that may sometimes be able to catch
train. Have you caught your house
yet, Maud"
sOh, YES. Mrs. Smead has one in the
same row, and she told me about ours.
It is the southwest corner house, while
hers is the southeast Isn't 1t strange
Perry, that have never been introduced
to Mr.. Smead? wouldn't believe there
was any such person If | had not seen
him."
"Nothing strange about it." growled
Perry, In what his wife called his bull
dog" voice. al suppose you want to
know him because he has the reputation
of being a lady killer"
"Perryp
III am told by fellows we both know
that he prides himself on his beauty"
al hate beauty men," said Maud sooth-
ingly, "they are all vain, conceited crea-
lures, l would never marry handsome
man.
Perry mumbled something and went
away, first giving his wife permission to
do az she pleased about taking the sub
urban home.
A week later both families were set
tied In the row which fronted street
and railroad track, and was equi-dis
tant from two depots.
Mr.. Smead did not take as kindly to
the change as Perry Thorne did, but he
told his wife, thoughtlessly, that one
good feature of suburban life was having
the Thornes for neighbors.
"Where have you ever met Mrs.
Thorne" asked his wife suspiciously.
"Don't know her from Adam, my dear
but isn't she your friend, and haven't /
heard her praises sung ever since we
were married"
"H'ml We have calling acquaint-
ance, and now that we are to be neigh
bors suppose you will meet. But you
are so susceptible and she is so giddy.
l just know you will set people talk
ing"
"Great Caesar, Laura, you give your
best friend great send-off | suscepti-
BILE and she giddy! We must be made
for each otherp
Mrs. Smead looked volumes at her
handsome husband.
A great throng of people were hurry
ing homeward, and all bore the happy
burdens of Saturday night-new shoes
for the feet of the little burden bearers,
a new bonnet for mother, the 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 out to
their suburban homes for their first Sab
bath They were both laden to the cars
with brown paper packages and just
time to make the train after purchasing
their Communication tickets. They went
looping through the gates in approved
suburban style and caught on just as the
train moved out, and then Perry shout
ed in voice that sounded above the roar
of the escaping steam:
"We've left our Sunday dinners on the
window stand of the ticket Office. You
go on, Smead, and I'll take the next
train OUT
He swung himself clear off the train,
turned a somersault and waved "all
right" to Smead, who mopped the Gin
ders and perspiration from his face and
remarked to the man standing next to
him, in friendly way: "Nice way to
spend the summer living in the sub
urbs."
eyes If you don't care what you say"
growled the man.
Then Smead took bit of pasteboard
from his pocket and began to study It,
Southeast corner Terrace row, Oak
land"
SIN cad asked his gruf neighbor if he
got off at the station.
mo, don't" said the man. "You
couldn't hire me to live in that swamp.
60 out ten miles further where you
don't have to sift the atmosphere to keep
the mosquitoes from choking you"
That sounded discouraging, but Smead
was not anxious to ride ten miles further
on an accommodation train, that slowed
up for every COW on the track, and he
wrapped himself in speculative reverie
until the brakeman called, "O-a-k-
l-a-n-dr as If only the dead lived at that
station. Mrs. Smead was waiting for
her husband, whom she expected on the
6:3o train, but the train had come and
gone, and instead of the handsome we'll
groomed Mr.. Smead frantic woman,
her neighbor Mrs. Thorne, rushed into
her cottage.
awe caught him." she gasped. dies
locked up In the libraryf OH OIL OH"
Caught whom'" asked the mystified
woman. Then, seeing that her distract
ed visitor was very near faiting, she col