New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1904-08-21

pushcarts and in market stalls, and thought It
grew there, stop to wonder at the bronze tas-
selled ears growing from slender green stalks
which seem to have sprung out OF the ground
On the other side of the house there is grape
a-bOr. partially screened from the street by
lattice Of indigo blue. Here in summer the man
Of the house sits on Sunday afternoon for a
game Of cards with his friends from the fat
house across the way.
a monster weeping willow divides its droop-
ing branches over the sidewalk and the next
house. which is painted white, with green shut
tiers by way Of trimmings II is the most pre-
tentious on the block and rose trees wave their
fragrant blossoms about if In hammock
made Of the slaves Of barrel, the kind that Is
SO popular L Springville an old woman is rock
ing away the hot afternoon. BY her side In
easy chat" sits her white haired husband, read
ing and smoking his after-dinner pipe They
DO not seem to notice the cars which rush UP
and down the avenue At minute intervals,
DO they hear the noisy. warning gongs.
A yellow house with wide clapboards is next
u the villagelize row. When the front door is
open the curious one can glance within There
is mating on the floor, a motto OF the God
Bless our Home" sort hangs the wall. and at
cottage organ in the corner a young woman is
playing Bringing IL the Sheaves." There is
contrast even within, it seems If one glanced
INTO first floor fat down the street one would
probably see marked down Brussels carpet on
the floor and furniture Of red plush of the in
stalmeut plan variety. and on shriu piano some
one would be hammering out, I've a Feeln for
You" Yet there are persons who win tell one
there Is nothing in environment
And so it goes down the block The fourth
house is unpainted a broken rainpipe hangs
q root m vh he cbi re
Up with age. Two giant sycamores shade the
two drab houses nearest the Ninety-third-st-
corner. and there are honeysuckIe bushes instead
Of the boxed beds OF old fashioned flowers in
the yards further down
There is thing that goes with picket
fences. OF the most important instruments
fn the working out of rural romances- Each
house in this block possesses a gate Like
village gates, some Of them hang by rusted
hinge while others stoutly fastened that
they can be swung upon There young per-
Sons in some Of the houses, and IL is to be hoped
they appreciate their unusual opportunities
though. to be sure. the glare of the faring gas
street lights may discount the joys OF Swing
ing on the gate with Nell"
The block belongs to William Waldorf Aston.
and the bousehoIders simply pay q ground
rental.
The time is coming when the house wrecker
VII put his vandaI hand on this village group.
Ano eventually apartment houses will tower on
the sites OF these happy homes. It may come
next year. and IT may not come in ten years.
AS long as the block stands as it is to-day II Is
worth looking over if one is In the neighborhood.
ones memories go back TO woodsheds and
Endllng splitting on rainy days the block can
SHOW wOOdsheds. Or If the memory returns to
rainWater barrels the block will not be found
wanting. And, best Of all. there are the swing
ing gates