The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1905-09-07

this way you'd better drop EN-" child
ed Mrs. Bowser.
Say" he replied, Il forgot to tell
you that the Teller said drove of
whales came along the shore twice q
day and that it was the easiest thing
in the world to catch one and try out
fifty barrels Of Oil. l wish | had thought
to look at the market report and see
what whale oil is selling at"
Mr.. BoWser was up an hour earlier
than usual, and by o'clock he had
finished breakfast and was ready to
60. Mrs. Bowser expressed the hope
that he wouldn't be disappointed in his
bungalow and it's surroundings. and he
confidently replied:
No fear of that. We have got Il good
thing and needn't doubt it. I'll take
pencil and paper and jot down a few
memoranda. If l find 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 if he knew where Ocean Breeze
Hill was.
Yes. I've been there two or three
times" was the answer.
I've rented the Dancing Wave bun
galow for the season." observed Mr..
B0wser.
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 thinllin' of sunthin' that hap
pened about twenty years ago. No of
tense, stranger. Coin to Ocean Breeze
Hill, are your
Il said l was,' sulklly replied Mir.
Bowser
WAL, you git off at the next stop
and foller the highway You won't
have fur to walk Ha, ha, ha.'
"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 hit 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
about his ears as he took the road lead
ing down to the beach. There was d
landscape made up of stunted bushes
and sand, and he looked in vain for
bungalows. When he finally stood on
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
upon a time A farmer was gathering
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"
Yes, sir, this is the place"
But where are all the bungalows?'
THE bungle what?"
THE bungalows. Didn't you ever
hear of a bungalow?'
q guess l have, but I've forgotten
whether they live in the water or on
land"
"a bungalow is a house-a sort of
house-a seashore villa, if you WILL"
was explained
"Oh, l see. WAL, that buildin' there
is the only one for five miles along
here. You may call it a bungalow if
you want to, but we call it an old
she'd"
But 1 rented a bungalow here for
the summer"
Then move in. I hain't preventin
you"
But there is no bungalow here"
"Then you've been took in and made
fool Of. AS many as ten people came
down here last summer lookin' for
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, Ell?
lIOuSil IlGl an llNGt OuI III llC COul-
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 telephone
was TO be found, and when he had
walked a mile and half and got good
and mad Mrs. Bowser, the cook and the
cat heard a ring at their end of the
line and then voice saying;
mo Ocean Breeze, no bungalows, no
clans, oysters and fish! Woman, your
fine Italian hand is in this. Beware
and tremble. When l come. a terrible
revenge will be mine Selah.'
NJ. QUAD.