The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-01-12

making ner nrSt pea lot COui'iS nv
II agree with the doctor that we
need change of one sort, at least con-
tinued her husband.
Don't be fippant, dear. l am IN
dead earnest; and oh, Perry know ct
such a dear cottage, one OF row.
II dislike rows" said Mr.. Perry
However, IL you are determined to be
a suburbanite, and with the suburba1-
ties stand, / may as well agree Win
YOU. / will at once take lessons Of
the flying trapeze so that | may some
times be able to catch a train. / will
study to acquire that dazed suburban
stare that people who eat their break
fast and dinners by lamplight assume.
assisted by catching their quota of
sleep in depots after they have missed
their train"
"Oh, We won't he there long enough
for that" said his wife, "and Perry,
the air is Just heavenly--so sustaining"
That's good, as we shall probably be
10 miles or more from a grocery store.
Have you caught your house yet,
Maud?"
"Oh, yes; Mrs. Smead has one in the
same row and she told me about ou!s.
1t is the southwest corner house while
\
Perry, that / have never been intro
duced to Mr.. Smead? ] wouldn't be-
lieve there was any such person If l
had not seen him.
Nothing strange about it," grow ed
Perry. in what his wife called his bull
dog voice. ~ suppose YOU want to
known him because he has the reputd-
tion of being lady killer"
Perry"
II am told by fellows that we botn
know that he prides himself on his
beauty"
II hate beauty men," said Maud.
soothingly. They are vain. Conceited
creatures would never marry q hand
some man"
Perry mumbled something and went
away, first giving his wife permission
TO do as she pleased about taking .he
suburban house.
a week later both families were set
tied in the row which fronted a street
and railroad track, and was equidis-
tant from two depots.
Mr., Smead did not take az kindly to
the change as Perry Thorne did, but he
told his wife, thoughtlessly, that one
good feature of suburban life was hav-
ing the Ihornes for neighbors
Where have YOU ever met Mrs.
Thorne?" asked his wife suspicously.
Don't know her from Adam, my
dear, but isn't she your friend, and
haven't 1 heard her praises sung ever
since we were married."
HIM! We have a calling acquaint-
ance, and now that we are to be neigh
bors l suppose you will meet. But you
are 80 susceptible, and she is so giddy,
I just know you viii set people talk
ing"
Great Caesar, Laura, you give your
best friend a great send-off! l suscept-
ible and she giddy? We must be made
for each other"
Mrs. Smead looked volumes at her
handsome husband but where is the
man who does not enjoy being a bone
OF contention among his women folk.
and II Smead had a special and par
ticular virtue,it was that of being good
natured.
Mrs, Smead, like the woman of his
tory, had two treasures-her sewing
machine and her husband, and she drew
the line al lending either. and if people
wanted to call her selfish they might.
Fortified by this law, she rented the
southwest cottage,
Saturday night, The invisible bridge
spans the distance between the world
of labor and the world of rest, The
tranquil air gave back no murmur of
multitudinous voices that had filled il
with cries of sorrow. anger or gladness
during the work days of the past week.
1t was the ante chamber of the SaE-
bath, time so sacred to our ancestors
that all work and all pleasure was sus-
pended that the soul itself might rest.
A great throng of people was hurry
Ing homeward, and all bore the happy |
burdens Of Saturday night-new shoes |
for the feet of the little burden bear
ers, new bonnet for mother the Sun
day dinner-and among them Perry |
Thorne and Amos Smead, who had |
struck up neighborly acquaintance |
and were now fastening to the same |
train, going out to their suburban |
homes for their first Sabbath of rest. |
They were both laden to the ears with |
brown paper packages, and had lust |
time to make the train, after purchas- |
Ing their Communication tickets. They
went Looping through the gates in ap- |
proved suburban style and caught on |
Just as the train moved out, and then |
ferry shouted In voice that sounded |
above the roar of 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 somersault, and waved "eII
right" to Smead, who mopped the cind-
ers and perspiration from his face. and
remarked to the man standing next IN
him, in friendly way:
Nice way to spend the summer liv-
Ing in the suburbs?"
Yes, If you don't care what you saw "
growled the man.
Then Smead took a bit of pasteboard
from his pocket and began to study II,
Southeast corner, Terrace Row, oak
land"
smead asked his gruff neighbor if he
got off at that station.
mo, / don't" said the man, "You
couldn't hire me to live In that swami,
so out ten miles further where Won
don't have to sift the atmosphere 10
keep the mosquitoes from choking you"
That sounded discouraging, but Smead
was not anxious to ride ten miles
.urther on an accommodation train
that slowed up for every cow on the
track, and he wrapped himself in a
reverie until the brakeman
called "O-a-k-l-a-n-dv as If only the
leaf lived at that station.
Mrs. Smead was waiting for her hus-
band, whom she expected on the $50
rain, but the train had come and gone.
md instead of the handsome we'll