Daily press. [volume] (Newport News, Va.) 1896-current, 1910-07-30

10 walk hye miles"
do you know anything about SILVER
Beach,"
On tho Trail.
"Oh, yes. A silver teapot came
ashore there about twenty years ago.
and that gave It its name"
II Mr.. Bowsers heart sank. AZ the
same time his heart sank his gorge
, rose. IL he was fooled on Silver Beacn
aud the sbimmering Atlantic ocean
some one should die. His walk or two
miles on the ties didn't bring back the
serenity he started out with. IL was
hot day. aud the mosquitoes Dr. ana
! he met no one on whom be could cou-
NIT murder. He was in dangerous
: mood when be came across an OLD
signboard directing him TO turn to the
I, right to reach Silver Beach. lie turn
ed, and after crossing marsh ana
three creeks on planks the beach lay
before him. SO did the shimmering
, Atlantic ocean. so did a fisherman's
J hut and another structure OF some sort.
AS he piowed through sand ankle deep
q fisherman came to meet him. lie
was q ioyial fisherman. He called to
| Mr.. Bowser TO put his helm nara
, a-stsrboard and clew up his topsaiis.
but his jollity was short lived. Inc
, seeker after shimmers and bungalows
came to a halt aud sternly demanded:
rs this Silver Beacb?'
"Sbe is"
as there bungalow here to rent for
the season."
fright over there. sir"
! Mr.. Bowser walkedbve 1t was
square pen made of rough boards. nav
ing neither roof nor floor
| "You make roof Of canvas" ea-
/ planned the man, land you can have
parquetry noor or any other Kind you
want. Sashiess windows and plenty or
cracks to let the ozone sift In. She
, Sits day and night. You and your
family can board with me. CLANS
every meal"
And you call this a bungalow"
! shouted Mr. Bowser rs he jumped up
and down In his tracks.
1T isn't bungalow just this min-
ute. but will be just as soon as you
move In. Shall you bring down your
| photograph: You don't know how
beautiful the music sounds down here
Oh moonlight nights. when 1t seems as
IL there was silver pathway clear
across the Atlantic. No. it's not u bun
galow now; it's only the 'bung' part.
The allow will come later. My stars.
what ails the man.
Mr.. Bowser was jumping up ana
down and fiinging his arms about ana
acting like man lighting bunblebees.
"Mebbe you've hit the ozone on an
empty stomach" suggested the fisher
man In sympathetic tones.
Rowser's Wrath Breaks Out.
Then the Johnstown flood broke loose
again. For the space OF ten minutes
Mr.. Bowser handed out the English
language as she is spoke when man
kicks an April fool hat. The snipe few
away In terror: the Atlantic ocean re-
coiled ten feet: the CLAIMS for half
mile along the coast went down into
! the mud. When he had only one breath
left he used II to say 10 the poor man
in front Of him:
Get ready. Say your prayers. am
| going to hammer the life out OF you.
You feel that way. do you?' was
asked
Il feel-oh. how | feel. Man. man.
| I'll have blood for this
81 don't blame you. You came down
here to find a bungalow. and you find
nothing but the bung part or course
! you're disappointed. OF course you
must have blood"
And I'll have yours.
Certainly. certainly. That's what l
: am here for-to shed my blood. Will
lie down here on the sand and you can
, GO ahead. XII me in any old way you
/ wish"
Mr.. Bowser couldn't do 1t. He had
! not committed enough murders to
: harden bis heart TO that point. He
e gIared at the groveiing figure for
long minute and then walked away
Behind him was Silver Beach. Behind
him was the shimmering sea Behind
him the ozone was playing leapfroe
/ along the beach. but he recked not
, He had come out to find bungalow
and found only only bung. When nc
reached home by way OF gravel
train he was al keyed up for what
Mrs. Bowser would be sure 10 say
Aud yet that good woman-that wife
who knew her business-scaTceiy gave
2 him a glance. but kindly said:
+ "Ob. Mr.. Bowser. I'm SO glad you re
home early. I want you TO take qowr
aud rehang a couple OF pictures fo'
me-
Now wasn't that nice Of hcp?
Sermons at Ali priess-
-Rrethren.~ sa.d the visiting preach