Year: 1873

Danbury man started for Green
wich, Friday to see an iron fence.
" hat he wanted to see an iron fence
for We don't know, and it really
makes no difference. lie went. He
wanted to go off on the $50 train so
be hurried home to get ready. His
wife and a vicious outside woman we're
cleaning house, and IL was some little
time before be could get bis society
suit ready. In the meantime be
opened fire On the largest half Of a
custard pie, holding it in his hand, and
dancing around aud yelling for his
things. When she brought his over
coat, he set the pie in chair to put
on the coat, but in his nervousness
Stepped on the end ola long ban
died whitewash- brush which was bal
anced across a pail, and the other
end few up and discharged about q
pint Of the awful mixture over the
sofa, wall paper and his painting and
indignant wife. She made a remark
and he contradicted it. Then he sat
down in the chair where the pie was,
and got up again with howl that
would have melted the stoulest heart.
She wanted 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 train, and in
the seclusion of the baggage-car re-
moved the offensive lunch.


He got to Greenwich all ri ht. and
looked at the fence. We hope he ad-
mired it. Then he started for home,
but missed the train, and, the train was
an express, and didn't stop at Green
wich, he was obliged to walk to the
wbridge at Cos Cob or stay in
Greenwich, all night. So he walked
up there in the rain, but didn't mind
il much, as he had an umbrella and
the pie was pretty well dried IN.
When he got to Cos Cob he stood
on he feuce to look at the scenery,
and swear, when sharp gust Of wind
took of his hat and carried it across
pog lot. Then he stepped down
on the other side, too amazed to ex-
press himself, and another gust Of
wind came along and turned the um-
brella inside out. A brief conversa-
ton here ensucd between himself and
the um brella, and he again started
for the hat. When he got up to it
he kicked it around several times and
then iammed it down on his head,
and started once more thr' ugh the
bogs as the train drew up at the
bridge. 1t was terrible struggle, as
the bogs we're uncertain. but be
strained and coughed, and spit, and
howled, and swore, and it did seem as
if he would catch it after all. What
be thought as he stood on that ience
and watched that train sail across the
bridge no human being can tell.


An hour latel be appeared in STAN
ford, wet to the skin, splashed with
I'D, and with an expression on his
face that would have scared bydrant.
Bac king himself against the depot
he stood there until near midnight,
and then went up on the owl train to
Norwalk, falling asleep in the mean
time, and narrowly escaping being car
ried by the depot. Here be took the
freight train for Dsnbury, arriving
at home just before daylight. His
wife was bed but not sleeping. She
lay torn by fore, odinss and harass-
ed by suspense. Perhaps he was
dead, and lying on the cold ground,
in the rain. Then she thought OF
his lifeless body, and groaned; and
thought of the pie, and grOaned again
She knew his knock the moment ii
sounded. and rushing down stairs in
the costume ardropriate to that hour,
she threw herself into his hair and
Historically shouted, "Oh you old
rascal, come in here. .'-Ddn6ury
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