Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-08-05
BY the sea.

From the Brooklyn Eagle.
SNOW, 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 bath
ing before ?" asked Mrs. Breezy giving an extra
tug at the skirt of her bathing suit. and looking
over her shoulder to see if any Vulgar men were
taking in her more or less graceful costume
- MI. Breezy, you talk as though had lived all
my life in the backwOods 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 a 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. 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 a vain attempt to
walk gracefully over the rough beach, SD
like to see the wave big enough to knock me
over. and you needn't suppose I'm going to cling
to that old rope and miss ali the fun The rope
is all very well for the old people and the chill
dren. 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 a very strong undertow here, they
say" said Mr.. Breezy, once more grasping his
wife's arm.
'DO let go 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 II you keep on in this way You just shift
for yourself. and let me alone for once in YOUR
life. / know you will have all you can do to
keep from drowning without bOthering me- You
can't swim any more than can, and I'd advise
you to ciingto the rope on your own account.
and stick to it. For my part I'd rather be
drowned than appear a coward"
But simple prudence. my dear" said Mr..
breezy, stumbling over piece of DRIFT wood i'll
vain attempt to once more reach his wife.
IF | was a man I'd swear" said Mrs Breezy
all the old grandmothers you go 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
you, dear?" urged Mr.. Breezy, stumbling along
after his wife, and cursing the luck that ever
brought him to the sea shore.
II don't know whether / will or not" said
Mrs. Breezy striding boldly toward the break
ers, and folding her arms in a determined man.
ner. Its just as safe outside the ropes as in,
and can take care Of myself any way, no mat
ter where am Did you ever see ME in posi-
ton where couldn't, Mr.. Breezy"
Not to my knowledge" said Mr.. Breezy,
not used to surf bathing"
"Mr Breezy, do let up mean do stop that
everlasting preaching" said Mrs Breezy, reach
ing the edge of the incoming tide and halt
v H. ",
my hand"
''But thought you could
"Never mind what you thought" said Mrs.
Breezy, jumping back asa little wave Tapped
about her ankle. take my hand, do you hear!'
and another wave swept in creeping nearly to
her knees. "Will you take my hand or do you
propose to stand there Ikea brute and see your
wife drowned" screamed Mrs, Breezy. throw
ing her arms about her husbands neck as soon
as he came within reach and hanging to him
n lon ms fO
that rope and don't let go of me, quick"
screamed Mrs. Breezy, as big wave swept up
to her waist.
But you said. dear that"
DO you want to get rid OF me?" screamed
Mrs. Breezy, clingng 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 in vain attempt to es-
cape tremendous breaker, but it was too late
and they both rolled, over on the sand as the
water dashed past them.
ugh, this is DIR eadful,Y gasped Mrs. Breezy.
finally regaining her feet land Juggling at her
clingng bathing suit. "Oh, dear, ] must just
look hke-like fright, and my hair is all COM
Ing down, and-and-I think will 60 out. Mr..
Breezy, what are you laughing at; you great,
heartless brute" But another man caught her
on flank movement, and she once more hit the
sand.
''Oh, dear-Oh, Mr. Breezy, catch me. Where
are your screamed Mrs. Breezy, distributing
herself promiscuousIy over the beach as she
struggled to get out of the reach OF the surf.
Here, dear" called Mr.. Breezy, dipping
handful of sand out Of his port ear, and doubt
fully crawling toward his wife, and the twin
wrecks made abee line for their bathing houses
INDIGNATION.-'Tt 10 not only foolish but
positively wicked for these men to attempt to
coerce their employersn remarked the good
Deacon Jones In reference to the strikers
.'Why are they not content with what is given
them. without attempting to ruin the business
OF the country just when the new crops are 80
promising ana prosperity Is everywhere ready
In the face Of Providence The deacon paused
moment, oyerpowered by the force Of his
emotions; bnt he recovered his speech again to
say: And while think OF 1t, John, You might
a. well mark up them potatoes another
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