The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-08-23
BY the Sea.

Nov, DEAR" said Mr. Breezy,
leading his wife carefully over the
sands, you must wet your head
first and then"
'Do you suppose have never
been in bathing before ?" asked Mrs.
Breezy, giving an extra tug at the
skirt of her bathing suit, and look
ing over her shoulder to see if any
vulgar men were taking in her
more or less graceful costume. "Mr.
Breezy. you talk as though had
lived all my life in the back woods
of Ohio and had never got a sniff OF
salt water. | am just as familiar
with surf bathing as you are, Mr..
Breezy, and | dare say great deal
more so. You know | was brought
up on the Sound and / know"
"But, my dear, the surf here at
Long Branch is very heavy, aad you
must take a 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 hus-
band, and making a vain attempt to
walk gracefully over the rough
beach. I'D like 10 see the wave
big enough to knock me over, and
you needn't suppose I'm going to
clirp to the 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 go back to
your bath house and put on your
clothes"
But you know, my dear, you
can't swim, and there is very
strong undertow here, they say"
said Mr.. Breezy, once more grasp
ing his wife's arm.
do let go of me, and for PHYS
sake stop acting the 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 yon keep on
this way. You just shift for your
self, and let me alone for once in
your life. l know you viii have
all you can do to keep from drown
ing without bothering me. You
can't swim any more than | can,
and I'd advise you to cling to the
rope on your own account, and stick
to if. For my part I'd rather be
drowned than appear a coward"
But simple prudence, my dear,
said Mr.. Breezy, stumbling over a
piece Of drift wood in n vain at
tempt TO once more reach his wife.
If was a man I'd swear" said
Mrs. Breezy, looking back scornful-
" at her better half "Of all the
old grandmothers you 90 ahead.
Do you think l came down here to
be constantly told what am TO do :?
Am l Of age, Mr.. Breezy, or not =?
Tell me that"
But you viii 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 sea shore.
Il don't know whether | will or
not" said Mrs. Breezy, striding
boldly towards the breakers, and
folding her arms in a determined
manner. Its just as safe outside
! the ropes as in, and can take care
of myself anyway, no matter where
/ am. Did you ever see me in a
position where l couldn't Mr..
Breezy ?"
Not to my knowledge" said Mr..
Breezy, smiling in spite of the situ-
alton. But you are not used to
surf bathing"
"Mr. Breezy, do let up-I mean
to stop that everlasting preaching,
said Mrs. Breezy, reaching the edge
Of the incoming tide and halting
suddenly. Mr.. Breezy, come here
and take my hand"
But ! thought YOU could"
Never mind what you thought,
said Mrs. Breezy, jumping back as
q little wave Tapped about her ankle.
take my hard, DO you hearw and
another wave swept in creeping
nearly to her knees. "Will YOU
take my hand, or DO you propose to
stand there like a brute and see
YOUR wlfe drowned pr screamed Mrs
Breezy, throwing her arms about her
husbands neck and hanging to him
like 4 poor relation. Now take me
over to that rope, and don LEI 60 OF
me, quick !" screamed Mrs. Breezy
as big wave swept up to her waist
"But you said dear, tnat-"
"Do you want to get rid of me p
screamed Mrs. Breezy, clinging &c
her husbands hand like a wise
do YOU want me Touchdown
Oh, dear, here comes another, and
she fairly climed up on her hus
bands form in vain attempt to es.
cape a tremendous breaker, but il
was too late and they both rolled
over on thesand as the water dashed
past them.
Ugh, this is dreadful, " gasped Mrs
breezy. finally regaining her feet and
tugging at her clinging bathing suit
"0h, dear, must look hke-like-a
fright, and my hair is all coming
: down, and-and-I think | will go
out. Mr.. Breezy, what are you
laughing at you great, heartless
brute" F" But another wave caught
her on flank movement, and she
once more hit the sand
"Oh, dear-oh, Mr.. Breezy, catch
me. Where ere you ?" screamed
Mrs. Breezy, distributing herself
promiscuously over the beach as
she struggled TO get out of the reach
of the surf.
"Here, DEAR" called Mr.. Breezy,
dipping a handful of sand out of his
port ear, and doubtfully crawling to.
ward his wife, and the twin wrecks
made a bee line for their bathing
houses.-Brookiyn Eagle.