The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-10-23
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Ouist OF q Rest Day. ~
The autumn Sunday evening IN tho northern
suburbs comes a. the end ofa day marked by
much going and coming Of. mon, women and
children IN their best clothes: Of ~stragvling
across fields and through woodlands in search
Of chestnuts; OF forbidden baseball In spots un-
vIsitsd By the police. Sunday evening In the
suburbs differs from other suburban evenings
IN that Il brings q cessation Of the continuous
roar Of commutorial trains. the undertone
that strikes through every other sound be-
tween the hours OF half past 8 and half past D
on all Vorkaday eveninRs. With the COM
~parntive quiet OF Sunday evening. the whole
suburban region seems to have withdrawn
years from suburbhood into It's period OF true
rural solitude, 90 that the cleaning electric
light, the trolley car. and the Haunting Queen
Anne cottage each seems m lmpertlnence and
a mookery. In fact, the region soems to be
lost In dreams OF It's own vanished youth ns.
men often are under the reminiscent spell OF
the Sunday rest and peace.
Earth and sky seem in unison with the calm:
all the senses share the peace thpt has come to
the eara, there is q TRUCE to all stropE sensa5
still rings the suburban world appears n varied
laceWork against the serene offs cool. almost
disappeared ID an irregular. sketohy mass Of
cloud mark. liz with dim fires. immensely rich.
less In themselves thnn IN their SuggoBGlon OF
vanished splendors. Tho evening star. lone.
liquid and glorious, hangs low in the bare sky
while above In the deepening gloom Qvfrarch
the downy heavens. silent as II trembling to
fash into sudden myriad points OF .1ame.
Shut In with all this the sensitive observer
GuesseB that shy rabbits ere at play In the twi.
light OF the grassy spaceH, that the weasel ana
all the other little wild creatures which atih
persistently strive to be ut homo with intrudinE
man In the suburbs, and perhaps feelthe subur-
ban lapse when the urban clutch o little relaxos
on Sunday evening, are stealthily stirring about
their several errands. The NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
the oak, where tho woodthrush ttrelessly sang
his vespers from mid-April TO the end OF July.
10 tenantless now, bare and dee0lnte ARainetthe
sky. To the listening ear come far sounds, the
sharp. rhythmic trot OF a horse upon n macad-
amiZed highway. swift, hard grinding. OF tho
trolley car, like q giant coffee mill driven ut
highest speed by q giant mailman. the bark of
suburban dogs through the wide gamut from
pug to st. Bernard, the low of dairy cattle and
occasional call of those that tend them. the
laughter OF children and talk OF men. but no
voice OF bird save the dreamy protesting cheep
OF some sparrow disturbed In the evergreens.
or the boot of q wheeling owlin search.of prey.
As evening deepen8 into night the last dim
remnanho OF sunset fire fades from the west, and
the small company OF stars grows to q host,
while southwark, ton or fifteen degrees above
the horizon, CLEANS the sunlight OF the city's
troubled ocean to tell that Broadway 10 all
a-dazzle with electric splendor, and Fifth ay-
enue's seemingly endlens succession OF twin
moons lie mellowlng the hard polished gray OF
the sidewalks. IN