Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1905-08-12

confidently replied:
mo fenr Of that. We have got a good
thing and needn't doubt 1t. III take
pencil and paper and jot down few
memoranda. II I find telephone out
there may call you up"
With that he was of. On the way
out In the cars he met an old farmer
who looked as II he knew all about
bungalows and seashores, and he was
asked II he knew where Ocean Breeze
Hill was.
Eyes. I've been there two or three
times" was the answer.
Eve rented the Dancing Wave bun
galow for the season." observed Mr..
Bowser.
The old man gave Mr.. Bowser more
careful looking over and then leaned
back and laughed heartily.
"What the devil Is the mattsrr'
'N-nuthin'."
"Then what are you yawping like q
jackass tort"
II was thinkin' Of sunthin' that hap
pened about twenty years ago. No Of
Tense, stranger. Coin to Ocean Breeze
ELL, are you7"
II said l was" sulkily replied Mr..
Bowser.
"Waal you git Of at the next stop
and foller the highway. You won't
have fur to walk. Ha, ha, hav'
"Yawping again. are your was
shouted at him 40 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 OF.
The ocean breeze hit him fair between
the eyes a. he did 80. Then It hit him
in the back Of his head ~ he stood and
looked at the weather beaten and half
completed station Then 1t whistled
about his ears as he took the road lead
ing down to the beach. There was a
landscape made up of stuntsd 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 1t and pjling the stun on
a wagon, and Mr.. BOwser approached
and asked:
Can you tell me II this IL the place
called Ocean BreezeY'
Yes, sir, this is the place."
"But where are all the bungalows?"
1.-THE bung!e whatY'
1.-THE bungalows. Didn't you ever
hear Of a bungalow
II guess have, but I've forgotten
whether they live In the water or o.
land"
"A bungalow II house--a sort Of
house-a seashore villa, II you will"
was explained.
ooh. see. Waal, that buildin' there
In the only one for i've miles along
here. You may call 1t bungalow Ii
you want to, but we call 1t an old
shed.'
"But I rented a bungalow here for
the summer"
"rhen move in. haln'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"
IL say I'VE been lied to and swindled! r
shouted Mr.. Bowser as he stamped
around.
"Sort Of an Uncle Reuben, eh7 l
thought they all lived out in the coun-
try"
Mr.. Bowser looked the old man over
and believed he could tick 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 b. found, and when he had
walked mile and q half and got good
and mad Mrs. Bowser, the cook and the
cat heard ring at their end OF the
line and then a voice saying:
mo Ocean Breeze, no bungalows, no
clans, oysters and ash! Woman, your
fine Italian hand Is In this! Beware
and tremble! When come, terrible
revenge will be mine! Selah."
M. QUAD.