Year: 1873

Dahbury man started for Greenwich.


Friday, to see an iron fence. What he


wanted to see an iron fence for we don't


know. and it really makes no difference


lie went. lie wanted to 60 off on the 8. 80


tram, so he hurried home to get ready.


His wife and u vicious outside woman


were cleaning house, and it was some lit.
tie time before he could get his society suit
| ready. In the meantime he opened fire
on the largest half Of a custard pie, hold
| ing it in his hand, and dancing around
yelling for his things. When she brought
his overcoat he set the pie in a chair to
put on the coat, but in his nervousness
stepped on the end of long handled
whitewash brush which was balanced
across pail. and the other end flew up
and discharged about pint of the awful
mixture over the sofa, wall paper, and his
painting and indignant wife. She made n
remark and he contradcted it, Then he
sat down in the chair where the pie was,
ana got up again with a howl that would
nave melted the stoutest heart She want
ed him to wait while she scraped off the
surplus. but he was too mad to converse
in words of more than one syllable, and
started for the depot. and boarded the 2
train, and in the seclusion of the baggage
car removed the offensive lunch. He cot
to Greenwich all right, and looked at the
fence. We hope he admired it. Then he
started for home, but missed the train,
and as the next train was an express and
didn't stop at Greenwich, he was obliged
to walk to the drawbridge at Cos Cob, or
stay in Greenwich all night. SO he walk
ed up there in the rain, but didn't mind it
| much as he had an umbrella, and the pie
was pretty well dried in. When he got
to Cos Cob, he stood up on fence to look
at the scenery, and swear, when sharp
gust of wind took off his hat and carried
it across bog lot. Then he stepped down
on the other side too amazed to express
himself, and another gust Of wind came
along and turned the umbrella inside out.
"A brief conversation here ensued between
himself and the umbrella, and he again
started for the hat. When he got up to it
he kicked it around several times, and
than damned it down on his head, and
started once more through the bogs as the
tram drew up at the bridge. 1t was ter
rlble struggle, as the bogs were uncertain
but he strained, and coughed, and spit,
and howled, and swore, and it did seem as
if he would catch it after all. What he
thought rs he stood on that fence and
watched that train sail across the bridge,
| no human being can tell


An hour later he appeared in Stamford,


wet through to the skin, splashed with


mud, and with an expression on his face
that would have scared hydrant. Back
| ing himself against the depot he stood
there until near midnight, and then went
up meantime, and narrowly escaping be-
ing carried by the depot. Here he took
the freight for Danbury, arriving at home
Just before daylight. His wife was abed,
but not sleeping. She lay there torn by
iorebodinngs, and harrassed by suspense.
Perhaps he was dead. and lying on the
cold ground in the rain. Then she thought
of his lieless body, and groaned; and
thought OF the pie, and groaned again
She knew his knock the moment it sound
ed, and rushing down in the costume ap-
propriate to that hour, she threw herself
into his hair, and hysterically shouted. :. O,
you Old rascal, come in here. - TDanbury
News.