The Central Nevadan. [volume] (Battle Mountain, Nev.) 1885-1907, 1905-09-07
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81 MrS. boWser.
Say" he replied, 81 forgot to tell
you that the Teller sail q drove OF
| whales came along the shore twice n
| day and tlat 1t was the easiest thing
In the world to catch n and try out
Atty barrels Of oil. l wish l had thought
to look ut the market report and see
what whale oil Is selling at"
Mr.. Bowser was up M hour earlier
than usual. and by 8 o'clock he had
finished breakfast and was ready to
60. Mrs. Bowser expressed the hope
that he wouldn't be disappointed in bis
| bungalow and its surroundings. and he
confidently replied:
mo fear of that. We have got n good
| thing and needn't doubt 1t. I'll take
pencil and paper and jot down a few
memoranda. IL l find a telephone out
there l may call you up"
With that he was off. On the way
out in the cars he met an old farmer
who looked as If he knew all about
bungalows and seashores, and he was
asked II he knew where Ocean B,
Hill was.
"Yes. I'VE been there two or three
tines" was the answer.
.I've rented the Dancing Wave bun.
galow for the season." observed Mr.
Bowser.
The old man gave Mr.. Bovser O more
careful looking over and then leaned
back and laughed heartily.
"What the devil Is the NATTER"
"N.nuthin'."
'"Then what are you yawping like a
jackass for?
az vas thinkin' Of sunthin' that hap
pened about twenty years ago. No OF
Tense, stranger. Coin TO Ocean Breeze
Hill, are you!"
At said was" sulkily replied Mr..
Bowser.
"Waal, you git of ct the next stop
and foller the highway. You won't
have fur to walk. Ha. ha, ha"
"Yawping again. are youg" was
shouted ut 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.. Bowscr dropped of.
The ocean breeze hit him fair between
the Eyes as he did SO. Then 1t hit him
In the back of his head as he stood aud
looked at the weather beaten and half
completed station. Then 1t whistled
about his cars as he took the road lead
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 q
tumbledown shanty which might have
sheltered some dago workingmen once
upon a time. A farmer was gathering
seaweed near It and pIling the stun Oh
q wagon, and Mr.. Eowser approached
and asked:
"Can you tell me II this Is the place
called Ocean BreezeT"
Yes, sir. this Is the place"
But where are all the bungalowsf'
"The bungle what?"
1.-The bungalows. Didn't you ever
hear of q bungalow
II guess l have, but I've forgotten
whether they live in the water OF on
land"
"A bungalow Is a housc-a sort Of
house-a seashore villa, II you WILL"
was explained.
'Oh. l see. WAL, that bulldln' there
Is the only one for five miles along
here. You may call 1t n bungalow II
you want to. but we cell 1t In old
she'd"
But l rented a bungalow here for
the summer"
Then move In. I hain't prevent;n'
you"
But there Il no bungalow here"
Then you've been took IN and maze
a fool of. As many as ten people came
down here last summer looliin' for
bungalows, but that one was all they
found"
81 say I've been lied to and swindle1,'
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 telephon .
was to be found, and when he had
walked a mile and q half and got good
and mad Mrs. Bowser. the cook and the
cat heard q ring at their end Of tbs
line and then a voice saying:
"No Ocean Breeze, no bungalows. no
clans. oysters ard fshl Woman. your
fine italian hand is In this! Beware
md tremble. When ! come. q terrible
revenge will be mine! Sclah."
III. QUAD.