The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1907-08-28

IN uniform, and it takes twelve dozen
bottles Of champagne to 60 around at
dinner"
"Who told you all this?'
"Mr. Lyre, the member who was in
the Office You spell! his name L-y-r-e.'
She Turned Pale.
Mrs. Bowser turned pale, but made
no criticism. She knew that Tyre
was musical instrument to be played
on and that it sou.e:.mes played or
other folks for change. There wasn't
anv doubt III her mind that it had been
playing on Mr.. Bowser that day.
At 5 o'clock next morning Mr.. Tyres
victim got softly out of bed. He had
said that he wouldn't wake anybody
I'D and that he would take late break
fast ut the club. He got into his
clothes in a great hurry and scrambled
downstairs, and when Mrs. Bowser
took a peep from the window he was
almost running in his impatience to
catch a car He got car and the
train, and an hour later he was at
Green lake station. 1t was signal
station and a water tank, and the sig
nal house was occupied by Mr.. Gill
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-
ons loaded with fish, but none was
there.
he looked around for some one to
give him directions and after time
saw the man leaning over the gate in
his shirt sleeves and advanced and
asked:
"Where is Green lake"
The man pointed over his shoulder
into the jack pines.
SIS the clubhouse over there?'
The man nodded and smiled.
"Don't they send a carriage to meet
members ana NiSllOrS
The man shook his head and grinned.
Had Not Sent Word.
MIR. Bowser vast somewhat taken
aback and irritated, 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 a
mile. Then Mr.. Bowser found himself
on the banks of Green lake. There
was no doubt Of it's being the sheet of
water wanted, for there was q sign
nailed TO a tree.
Mr.. Green ought to have been
ashamed of himself.
It was a duck pond about hundred
feet across.
It was filled with logs and brush.
It's waters were the color of choc-
olate. There were no fish leaping up
or crowdins each other out on the
banks.
Mr.. Bowser felt q 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 a big
club leaning up against it, and it bore
on a 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.
1t didn't take Mr.. Bowser over an
hour and 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 a man. Woodchucks
sought their holes, and the crafty fox
got a hump on MIN 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."
Eyes, but don't tell me that he is
drowned"
''No, ma am, I won't, though 1 wish
to heaven I could. My name is Gillian.
I 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 60 home with your
And when Mrs. Bowser hung up the
trumpet she simply smiled.