The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-07-27

IN uniform. and IL takes twelve dozen
bottles Cf champagne to go around at
dinner"
who told you all thlsp
mir. Lyre. the member who was In
/ tie office. You spell bis name L-y-r.e"
She Turned Pale.
Mrs Bowser turned pale, but made
no criticism. She knew that a Tyre
| was a musical instrument to be played
on and that II sometimes played on
other folks for change. There wasn't
any doubt in her mind that It had been
playing ON MIR. Bowser that day.
At 8 o'clock next morning Mr. Tyres
victim got softly out of bed. He had
said that he wouldn't wake anybody
up and that he would take late break
fast at the club. He got into his
| clothes In q great hurry and scrambled
downstairs, and when Mrs. Bowser
took a peep from the window he was
almost running in his lmpatience to
catch car. He got car and the
| train, and an hour later he was at
| Green lake station. 1t was a signal
station and water tank, and the sig.
nal house was occupied by Mr.. Gil
lam. He had just got out of bed and
was leaning over the gate Mr. Bowser
looked around for the lake, but couldn't
see It.
He looked around for the clubhouse,
but he couldn't see It,
He looked around for farmers wag-
NHtf nlh
there.
He looked around for some one TO
give him directions and after a time
saw the man leaning over the gate in
his shirt sleeves and advanced and
asked:
Where Is Green lakeT'
The man pointed over his shoulder
Into the jack pines
rs the clubhouse over therep
The man nodded and smiled.
Don't they send a carriage to meet
members and visitorsf"
The man shook his head and grinned.
Had Not Sent Word.
Mr.. BOwser was somewhat taken
aback and irrtated, but finally remem.
bered that he had not sent advance
word and therefore was not expected
He went trudging away over the deep
sand into the pines, and the horse flies
and mosquitoes Immediately claimed
him for their own. They had been
looking for an easy mark since day
light. There was a blind road leading
somewhere, and It was followed for Il
mile. Then Mr.. Bowser found himself
on the banks of Green lake. There
was no doubt of its being the sheet of
water wanted, for there was a sign
nailed TO a tree.
Mr. Green ought to have been
ashamed of himself
1t was a duck pond about a hundred
feet across.
II was filed with logs and brush.
Its waters were the color of choc-
olate. There were no fish leaplng up
or crowding each other out on the
banks
Mr.. Bowser felt thousand volca-
noes rising up within him and shak-
ing him from head to heel. He longed
to spit forth redhot expressions in sew
eral languages, but hung on to himself
until he had looked about bit Pres
entity he espied a bark shanty and
walked over TO It. There was big
club leaning up against It, and It bore
on tag the words, This is the club"
On the side Of the shanty was written
IN chalk, And this is the house"
Made the Soil Fly.
It didn't take Mr. Bowser over an
hour and "A half to catch on. Then he
turned loose, and the treetops began to
sway and the sandy soil to fly The
nightingale took fly, and the whip
poOrwill realized that she couldn't COM
pete with such man. Woodchucks
sought their holes, ana the crafty fox
got hump on him and ran for two
miles without stopping.
At 10 o'clock in the forenoon Mrs.
Bowser was called to the telephone and
asked:
Are you Mrs. Bowser?"
Eyes. What is IT."
Did your husband start for Green
lake on fishing trip this morning?'
Yes, but don't tell me that he is
drownedr'
mo, ma'am, | won't, though | wish
to heaven / could My name is Gillian.
/ am the station agent here. Mr.. Bow
ser went out and saw the lake and the
club and the house and came back here
on the whoop He has tipped over the
water tank, torn out one side of the
depot, ripped up half mile of track
and Is holding up two freight trains.
For Gods sake, come out here and
coax him TO go home with your
And when Mrs. Bowser hung up the
trumpet she simply smiled.
NJ. QUAD.