The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-08-17

of bed with a crash that shook the
house
"If bungalows are going 10 affect rsu
this way you'd better drop emu child
ell Mrs. Bowser.
Say he replied, Il forgot to tell
you that the feller said a drove Of
whales came along the shore twice n
day and that It was the easiest thing
in the world to catch one and try out
fifty barrels of OIL 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, aud by S o'clock he had
finished breakfast and was ready tc
80. Mrs, Bowser expressed the hope
that he wouldn't be disappointed IN his
bungalow and its surroundings, and he
confidently replied:
NO fear OF that. We have got good
thing and needn't doubt II. I'll take
pencil and paper and jot down 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 II he knew all about
bungalows and seashores, and he was
asked IL he knew where Ocean Breeze
Hill was.
"Yes. I've been there two or three
times" was the answer.
1--we 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 matterf"
"N-nuthin',"
Then what are you yawping like a
jackass forf''
Il was thinkin' OF sunthln' that hap,
pened about twenty years ago. No Of.
fense, stranger. Coin TO Ocean Breeze
Hill, are youf"
Il said 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, har'
"Yawplng again, are your 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 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 and
looked at the weather beaten and half
completed station. Then II whistled
about his ears as he took the road lead.
ing down to the beach. There was o
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 time A farmer was gathering
seaweed near 1t and pillng the stuff on
a wagon, and Mr.. Bowser approached
and asked:
Can you tell me II this Is the place
called Ocean Breezep
''Yes, Sir, this is the place"
"But where are all the bungalowsr'
''The bungle whatT'
'The bungalows. Didn't you ever
hear Of bungalow
81 guess | 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.
"0h, l see. WAL, that buildin' there
Is the only one for five miles along
here. You may call 1t a bungalow II
you want to, but we call it an old
she'd"
But l rented a bungalow here for
he summer"
Then move in. l hain't preyentin'
Tou."
But there Is no bungalow here"
"Then you've been took in and made
, fool Of Ag many aQ ron naoula corna