. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . alwaysdry and the atmosphere is nevermoist. The living places run all theway from accommodations in the manycottages, to the ultra-fashionable hotels,and on the Central Railroad of NewJersey, trains are run at frequent andconvenient hours, the coaches and theparlor-car equipment being of thelatest design. The fare from NewYork—excursion ticket is? and allaboard, ladies and gentlemen! Its afine trip, and it doesnt cost any morethan you wish to pay. It will do yougood, and even if it
. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . alwaysdry and the atmosphere is nevermoist. The living places run all theway from accommodations in the manycottages, to the ultra-fashionable hotels,and on the Central Railroad of NewJersey, trains are run at frequent andconvenient hours, the coaches and theparlor-car equipment being of thelatest design. The fare from NewYork—excursion ticket is? and allaboard, ladies and gentlemen! Its afine trip, and it doesnt cost any morethan you wish to pay. It will do yougood, and even if it doesnt, it is betterworth seeing than lots of places thatyou go ten times as far to marvel at and—sweetheart, well start next week! They were tired, but intensely had done Lakewood; they hadmarvelled at its beauties- animate andinanimate and they had wondered atthis, and admired that; they had seenand heard many things, and now, inthe dim religious light of a closing win-ter day, they .stood hand in hand, likelovers in the springtime of their joy,upon the picturesque and famouskissing On a Suliurban Road Somehow. sighed Mrs. Jimpson,as she snuggled closer to her husbandand looked up into his face, the ro-mance of this place gets into onesblood. Yes, said Jimpson, in a voice thathe had unconsciously lowered. Itsurely does. Think, sweetheart, of thekisses that have been exchanged here;think of how often old boardsand this rail have heard the old, oldstory, ever old and ever new! Thinkof the vows that have been exchangedhere! Ah! if this old rail could onlvtalk, what tales it might tell! Tales, said a soft, sweet voice,that came from an invisible some one,or something; tales? Ah, yes! Itsloves owTi garden, this Lakewood ofours, and this bridge is Cupids it isnt all happiness that we seehere. Ive seen the love of the young and gay, Ive seen the love of the old;Ive heard the children here at —Ive seen how love grows cold! Ive heard
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