The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1905-08-04

Say" he replied, II forgot to tell
you that the Teller said a drove OF
whales came along the shore twice q
dav and that it was the easiest thing
IN tie world TO catch one and try out
G1ty barrels of oil. | wish / had thought
10 look at the market report and see
what whale oil is selling at"
Mr.. Bowser was up an hour earlier
than usual. and by s o'clock he had
finished breakfast and was ready to
go. Mrs. Bowser expressed the hope
that he wouldn't be disappointed in his
bungalow and it's surroundings, and he
confidently replied:
NO fear o. that. We have got u good
thing and needn't doubt it. I'll take
memoranda. Ii | find a telephone out
there / may call you up"
With that he was off. On the way
out in the cars he met an old farmer
who looked IS if he knew all about
bungalows and seaahores, and he was
asked il he knew where Ocean Breeze
Hill was.
les. I've Dttu lHtIt t"O III l1lEpt
times" was the answer.
I've rented the Dancing Wave bun
galow for the season. observed Mr..
Bowscr.
The old man gave Mr.. Bowser a more
careful looking over and then leaned
back and laughed heartily.
What the devil is the matter?"
"N-nuthin'."
"Then what are you yawping like a
jackass for!'
Il was tLinkin' Of sunthin' that hap
pened about twenty years ago. No of
Tense, stranger. Coin to Ocean Breeze
Hill, are you:"
BoWSer.
WAL, you git off at the next stop
and foller the highway. You won't
have fur to walk. Ha, ha, hai'
~"Yawping again, are you" was
shouted at him as he made for the car
ahead, but he neither turned about nor
answered.
When the station of Ocean Breeze
was called out Mr.. Bowser dropped off.
The ocean breeze bit him fair between
the eyes as he did SO. Then it hit him
in the back of his head as he stood and
looked at the weather beaten and half
completed station. Then it whistled
ing down to the beach. There was a
landscape made up of stunted bushes
and sand, and he looked in vain for
bungalows. When he finally stood on
a sand hill overlooking the sea the only
building of any sort in sight was a
tumbledown shanty which might have
sheltered some dago workingmen once
seaweed near it and piling the stuff on
a wagon, and Mr.. Bowser approached
and asked:
Can you tell me if this is the place
called Ocean Breeze?"
Eyes, sir, this is the place."
but where are all the bungalows?'
1.-THE bungle whatT"
"The bungalows. Didn't you ever
hear of a bungalow"
81 guess 1 have, but I've forgotten
whether they live in the water or or
land"
. "a bungalow is a house-a sort OF
house-a seashore villa, if you WILL
was explained.
ooh, l see. WAL, that buildin' there
is the only one for five miles along
here. You may call it a bungalow il
you want to, but we call it an ole
she'd"
But l rented a bungalow here fol
the summer"
"Then move In. 1 hain't preventin
you"
But there is no bungalow here"
"Then you've been took in and made
a fool Of. AS many as ten people came
down here last summer lookin' fol
bungalows, but that one was all they
found"
81 say I've been lied to and swindled!'
shouted Mr.. Bowser as he stamped
around.
"SOrt of an Uncle Reuben, eh?
thought they all lived out in the coun
try"
Mr.. Bowser looked the old man over
and believed he could lick him in three
minutes by the watch, but he couldn't
figure that that would help him any
| The farmer told him where a telephone
was TO be found, and when he haG
| walked a mile and q half and got good
and mad Mrs. Bowser, the cook and the
cat heard a ring at their end Of the
line and then a voice saying:
mo Ocean Breeze, no bungalows, ne
clans, oysters and fish! Woman, your
fine Italian hand is in this! Beware
and tremble! When / come, a terrible
revenge will be mine. Selah."|
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