The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-07-26
FINDING A PLACE TO REST
EXPERIENCES OF THE SUMMER BO4RDER AT fl NEARBY RESORT,
How the Different Boarding-Houss Keepers Boom Their Places nd Good Keith saint John Finds Short Beach All Right When Once Settled.
Short Beach Chr


 Dear Courier:
 In view of the sea all things seem to live easily. whether this vast store house of natures forces gives forth a sense Of greatness and the quiet pro- lection of unlimited strength is a ques- tion not disturbing to the writer, who thankfully lives just now in the calm ness of that soothing protection. A heavy wind storm, with occasional spiteful spatterings of rain holds this afternoon, yet the country boy with barrels of kindling wood iogs by and stops next door to deliver his goods, as if the wind and rain were matters of indifference. A plump figure crosses our line of vision. returning to her own door from a neighborly call, and though one may almost hear the spot of the raindrops on her silk waist. she does not even quicken her steps In the little cove upon which look the waves roll a triae larger than usual, flirting their white frills daintily and singing that happy crone of the sea, which at day or night is ever their
 
 pret as suits his mood. A small boat with furled sails bows and bobs like a white duck, while further out a com rade with Wind-strained canvas scuds back and forth in an exciting tack to reach port; at the distant line where sky and water meet the grey smoke of sound steamer marks it's swift trip through the waters
 Whether my large nose is taken for token of amiability or whether gen. eral air of gentle receptiveness radiates from my personality I cannot decide but there must be some potent reason why people so often dump their trou- bles in my lap, so to speak. When the Branford trolley dropped us in the dus- ty road at Short Beach, near New Ha- ven, Conn, I looked about me in semi despair; the street was lined with small family cottages evidently occu- pied, but my eyes caught sight of a board sign, hand-painted. which indica- ted a spot where the traveller might rest. Investigation brought a sense of disappointment in the tiny rooms and scant appurtenances at a proportionate price. I have hinted that have an ex- pressive countenance; it now said the place did not please me and without my having to speak, the fair dispenser of these unspeakable seashore comforts continued her monologue. If you think that too much, I'll show you a nice place where you can get your meals and you can have a room some where else for less" naming a price too small to warrant much comfort. We meekly followed and during that short walk were further informed:
 II know all about this place, for I do the cookin'. I made twenty-one fish cakes and ten pies this mornin'. Some times I have as many as thirty to cook for" this probably to impress me with the popularity of the hostelry where she was chef; "an' I give 'em clam chowder once a day; it's hard work. but I do it, and after I'm through and into the wa ter and cool off I feel first rate an ready to tackle the cookin' next day The folks at the house can go bathing every day if they want to, and we rent suits too. so you needn't bother to bring one if you don't want to bring much luggage. Now this isn't much of a ways to walk. and it's nice and cool here. and the cookins good. I do 1t myself; Henery, Henery!" calling through q wire door, "come show
 But here I interrupted:
 Please do not trouble any one to show nee the accommodations. l must find place where rooms and board can be obtained together I am sorry to have put you to any trouble"
 Cut short in her eloquence, the bun- dle of feminine virtues stood still and seemed more surprised than sorry that I did not fall victim to her bIandish- inents.
 We moved away and followed the trolley line until we reached a small cove perhaps six hundred feet broad, where a smooth sandy beach invited us to sit down and enjoy the contents of our lunch boxes. Then nearby cot tage sent out it's genial hostess to well come us to Short Beach, and through her kind introduction to the landlady of Cedar Cliff Inn comfortable quarters were speedily engaged. Now from an upper piazza the paternal eye can watch the youngsters on the beach, and life holds no heavier care than obeying the dinner bell. Our meals are simple and quietly served and we bring to the table that rich sauce, a good appetite.
 Above us are the golf links and oppo- site them the fine driveway which leads to a private estate, where the same family have summered for twenty years A short walk westward from our place carries us past the "Bungalow," the Barracks" and the Studio" to another settlement of cot tages, with Bishop Goodsell's pictur- esaue home perched upon cliff, as a bishops should be, elevated and digni- fled, where he can overlook and cast d benefcent glance over the summer families.
 The Connecticut shore is bountifullv supplied with attractive locations, and the extension of the trolley to Branford now gives easy accession.
 The summer residents at Short Beach embrace varied class Professional men. artists, musicians. college men, with their families enjoy the salt air and the informality Of life which per mits one to wear ones morning gown to dinner if such is ones convenience: and they come from all points, the nearby towns. Hartford, Meriden and New Ha- ven; from Montreal and from Alabama and Texas. Many are cottage-owne others rent their summer homes and so