The National tribune., 1882-08-26
BY THE SAD SEA WAVES.
How Ir. and Mrs. Breezy Enjoyed Il Bath
Old Ocean.


Old Ocean.
"Now, DEAR" said Mr.. Breezy, leading hi
wife carefully over the sands, you must We
your head first and then"
"Do you suppose 1 have never been il
bathing before?" asked Mrs. Breezy, givins
an extra tug at the shirt of her bathing suit
and looking over her shoulder to see if any
vulgar men were taking in her more or less
graceful costume. Mr.. Breezy, you talk al
though had lived all my life in the back
woods of Ohio and had never got sniii
salt water. am Just as familiar with sur
bathing as you are, Mr.. Breezy, and dare
say great deal more SO. You know [ wa:
brought up on the Sound, and 1 know
"But, my dear, the surf here at Long
Branch is very heavy, and You must take
good hold of the rope as soon"
Now, Mr., Breezy, I'm not baby" said
Mrs. Breezy, jerking her arm away from the
grasp of her husband, and making q vain at
tempt to walk gracefully over the rough
beach. I'D like to see the wave big enough
to knock me over, and you needn't suppose
Pm going to cling to that old rope and miss
all the fun. The rope is all very well for
the old people and the children. If you are
afraid, Mr.. Breezy, you had better 90 back
to your bath-house and put on your clothes.
But you know, my dear, you can't swim,
and there is q very strong undertow here,
they say" said Mr.. Breezy, once more grasp
ing his wife's arm.
DO let 60 Of me, and for PHYS sake stop
acting like fool" said Mrs. Breezy, making
a dash forward, and once more releasing her
arm. "All the people will imagine we are
on our wedding tour if you keep on in this
way. You just shift for yourself, and let me
alone for once in your life. I know you will
have all you can do to keep from drowning
without bOthering me. You can't swim any
more than 1 can, and I'd advise you to cling
to the rope on your own account, and stick
to it. For my part I'd rather be drowned
than appear coward"
But simple prudence, my DEAR said Mr.
Breezy, stumbling over a piece of driftwood
III vain attempt to once more reach his wife.
IF l was man, I'd swear" said Mrs.
Breezy, looking back scornfully at her better
half "Of all the old grandmothers you 60
ahead. Do you think 1 came down here to
be constantly told what / am to do? Am l
of age, Mr. Breezy, or not? Tell me that.
But you will stay inside the ropes, won't
you, dear?" urged Mr.. Breezy, stumbling
along after his wife, and cursing the luck
that ever brought him to the seashore.
Il don't know whether l will or not"
said Mrs. Breezy, stridipg boldly toward the
breakers and folding her arms in de-
termined manner. "Its just as safe outside
the ropes as in, and can take care of myself
no matter where 1 am. Did you
ever see me in position where 1 couldn't,
Mr.. Breezy"
"Not to my knowledge" said Mr. Breezy.
smiling in spite of his situation. "But you
are not used to surf bathing"
"Mr. Breezy, do let up-I mean to stop
that everlasting preaching" said Mrs Breezy,
the edge of the incoming tide and
halting suddenly. "Mr. Breezy, come here
and take my hand"
"Rrt l thought you could"
"Never mind what you thought" said
Mrs. Breezy, jumping back as little wave
Tapped about her ankle "Take my hand,
do you hear?" and another wave crept in
creeping nearly to her knees. "Will you
take my hand, or do you propose to stand
there like brute and see your wife
screamed Mrs. Breezy, throwing
her arms about her husbands neck as soon
as he came within reach, and hanging to him
like poor relation. "Now. take me over
to that rope, and don't let go of me; quick"
Mrs. Breezy, as q big wave swept
up to her waist.
"But you said, dear, that"
"Do you want to get rid of me?" screamed
Mrs. Breezy, clinging to her husbands hand
like wise. "Do you want me to-dr-
drown? Oh, dear, here comes another and
she fairly climbed up on her husbands form
N vain attempt to escape a tremendous
breaker; but it was too late, and they both
rolled over on the sand as the water dashed
past them.
ugh, this is dreadful!" gasped Mrs.
Breezy, finally regaining her feet, and tug
ring at her clinging bathing suit. ooh,
lear, I must just look like-like fright,
md my hair is all coming down, and-and-
think l will go out. Mr.. Breezy, what are
'ou laughing at, you great, heartless brute?"
But another wave caught her ON a flank
movement, and she once more hit the sand
ooh, dear-oh, Mr.. Breezy, catch ms
Where are you?" screamed Mrs. Breezy, dis
herself promiscuously over the
beach as she struggled to get out of the
each Of the SURF
Here, dear" called Mr.. Breezy, dipping
handful of sand out of his port ear, and
crawling toward his wife, and
he twin wrecks made bee-line for their
'athing- ng-houses.-BroOklyn Eagle.
ANXIOUS TO SERVE THE COUNTRY,
A MuldoOn was running for political office.