Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1897-08-26
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hNIo, sir, no. fashionable waterin
BY ALFRED R. CALHOUN.

o, sir, mo- fashionable watering
~ place for me; / want rest and
comfort during my holidays" said
Alick Freeman to his friend, Casper
Burns, with whom he was discussing
the place where they should spend the
two weeks vacation allowed them by
the bank in which they were both
clerks, and of which their respective
fathers were directors.
1--WE had a good time at Saratoga last
year." said Casper Burns, adding, with
a sly laugh, 'but you are afraid of meet
ing Miss Julia Fletcher there again;
well, don't blame you; she is as rich
and pretty and heartless as you find
them"
mo, confound it, Casper, Miss Fetch
ser is all right, it is who was the fool,
and a presumptuous one at that, for
thinking she looked more fayorably on
me than she did on the score of fellows
who danced her like midges in the sun.
Ihate fashion. Why, only the strongest
constitution can stand the dressing,
the driving, the dining and dancing of
those fashionable watering places. We
want rest, OF, rather, change. Now
what do you say to Whites Inlet?"
whites Inlet? Never heard of such
"a place." replied Casper.
"Then I'll enlightea you," said Alick
Freeman, stopping in the midst of
packing his trunk and turning to his
friend. whites Inlet is near Barne-
gat-"
down on the Jersey coast?"
Certainly; the fishing is good, the
shooting tip-top. and there is no such
place for boating and bathing. And
then it is pretty well out of the world,
and the chances are we'll be the only
visitors within miles
"And we can wear out our old
Clothes" interrupted Casper Burns.
"Of course, no one would think of
wearing anything but old clothes down
at Whites Inlet. Oh. we'll have a
splendid time, free as the winds, and
almost like being in state of nature"
81 know, Alick, but people in state
of nature eat and sleep; how are we to
obtain those necessary comforts?'
1.-THE point is we'll TAKEN" said Alick,
-slamming down the lid of his trunk and
facing his friend. Right near the
mouth of the inlet there lives fisher
man named White"
"The inlet takes its name from him ?'
Just so; and he has all accommo-
rdations necessary. 1 sent him word
we'd be down next week, and he's ex-
specting u.s."
SCOT any pretty daughters?"
''No; that's the beauty of it; has no
one but his wife, and the only neigh
Dor is a mile and half away across the
inlet. oh. we'll have peace and no end
of a good time," said Alick Freeman,
rubbing his hands in anticipation of
the pleasure in store for them.
The result of this interview was that
the young men found themselves at
Whites Inlet within a week. After
leaving the cars they had to go in a
wagon some 20 miles over a sandy road
that ran through a forest of funereal
pines and distorted scrub oaks, on
which the sun beat with tropical in
tensity and along which the mosquitoes
prowled in fierce, bloodthirsty bands.
The fisherman's house was perched on
a verdureless bluff of white sand, with
a swamp in the background and glori-
-ous expanse of blue ocean in front. If
the structure did not promise comfort it
was certainly picturesque, and told of
wrecks and dangers along that treach-
,erous coast.
One end of the cabin was the stern
~action of a wrecked schooner, with the
name "Eliza Jane" still visible; the
chimney of rusty iron had once done
duty on tugboat, and the Gothic door
1vay was the under jaw of a whale which
sam White had killed on the bar, about
q mile from his cabin.
at doesn't look promising, must
confess said Alick Freeman, as they
<zot out of the wagon which they had
hired at Q round price to fetch them
over. ''but it looks as if we might have
all the quiet here that heart could wish
for" This was Alexis first visit to the
Mace, which had been recommended to
him by a bachelor friend, and though
he pretended to like il he felt in his
heart that it was not all he desired.
at must be a splendid place for fish, y
said Casper, with a grim smile.
s4Oh, it isl Why, there's no end of
ash out there" said Alicl1, waving his
hands at the water.
sIf it isn't good place for fish," con-
4inued Alick, ''then it's about the most
worthless place ever set eyes on"
Sam White, weather-beaten man Of
80. came out of the cabin to welcome
his guests, and help them in with their
straps" as he called the goodly array of
baggage they had brought with them.
Mrs. White looked enough like her
husband to be a twin, but she was
clean, wholesome. hearty woman. a.