Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-06-09
CHAPTER XII.
Too Good 70 Keen.

MS cQeek anu an 1nS0C1aDle
thirst for miscellaneous In.
4ormation, turned his back to the beau
tiful ocean and chewed. in perplexity,
while he watched copper skinned
Irishman preparing the soil for TWEEN
ty foot tulip bed.
what you diggin'?" he finally called
down into the waste Of yellow sand.
The earnest digger Strengthened up
and studied the seeker after knowl-
edge. Deciding that the man was en-
titled to the truth. he gave it to him.
Dirt" he replied, and went right on
oxcavating.
The inquirer spat meditatively. and
leaned both eJms against the rail.
Smart Aleck." he commented, but
entirely without ranc0r.
A tall, thin man, wearing black
mustache, q black Prince Albert and a
shiny black silk hat, came swinging
along in company with short, chunky
young man, who wore thick glasses.
"Pipe the lollop, Polly" urged the
black mustached one, stopping abrupt
", as he noted the interested spectator.
"He's not lollop. Blackie; he's a
cook" protested Paul rPollet
"Lollop," insisted Blackie. "He
makes me homesick. I haven't seen
a specimen like that since the old
county fair days, when they used to
bet that they knew the location Of the
little pea better than the artist who
put it there
Cook" declared Paul firmly. "a
lollop begs for his money back, but a
COOK fights. This s:nk's soo:s.''
"Bet you So worth Of salt water tat
~, the loser to pay for it and eat II"
offered Blackie.
you're on" accepted Paul immedi-
ately. How do we decided"
Disturb him." explained Blackie,
and, walking straight up to the citizen
rom the nearby wilds, he abruptly
lifted the strangers elbow. you must
not lean on this rail-" he sternly COM
handed.
'Why not?' asked the man with
the bulgipg cheek, and Paul felt a
faint thrill Of hope.
Because said So" returned
Blackie, and edged forward an inch.
"Oh," remarked the man. blinking,
and removed first his other elbow and
then his entire person from the for
hidden rail.
<"You win," granted Paul. eying the
stranger Indignantly.
That gentleman had stepped away a
couple of PAGES and now stood con-
templating Blackie hungrily. Say.
mister" he presently ventured, whats
bein' dug thereT'
..That's the entrance to the tunnel"
Blackie promptly told him.
"Oh," blinked the stranger. What
tunnel!"
"Just think Of that, Polly: he doesn't
Know" Blackie protested to his COM
panion. II thought everybody in At
ianttc City would know by this morn
Ing about the wonderful new sun
baths"
sun baths?" feebly repeated the
traveller. "You said sun baths?"
"sun baths" reiterated Blackie SOL
emily. 1.-The largest and most elabo-.
rately luxurious IN the world" and he
leaned his back against the rail. rest
ang comfortably on both elbows.
The man rubbed the bridge Of his
nose in perplexity. Excuse me-" he
hesitated, as he mechanically watched
young Pollet lean with the careless
grace Of sawed OF, chunky man
along SO much Of the rail as he could
cover without slipping. "If it's sun
bath, what's the use Of a tunnel?"
ITO get to it." Paul volunteered,
catching Blackie's idea with enthusi-
asm. 1.-THE baths are to be out there"
and he waved an arm cemprehensively
In the direction of the wide, wide
ocean.
.Oh," commented the stranger, look
ing out at tho billowy waves. ION the
water?"
"Under the water" Blackie corrected
him. "A gigantic bathhouse. tncased
in glass, will be built out there be-
meath the low tide level and tremen-
dous electric plant, to be supplied by a
wave motor, will heat the ocean. There
will be palm gardens and fountains
and little singing birds beneath the
surface Of the bri0y deep. and the rays
Of the sun. filtered down through the
blue waters, will restore to tired and
jaded nerves the snap and tune Of
bounding health. There, win be mag
nifcent dining parlors, where guests in
loose robes Of ancient Greece
Get of o. that railw shouted the
Il horror IN k1o nit looking nm ann,o.
hensively at the sagging support.
"You are quite right, Nike" said
Blackie forgivingly. II fine myself one
cigar for disoDeying my own ORDERS"
and, taking cigar from his pocket, he
dropped 1t over the rail.
The foreman Of the works below
picked 1t up and smelled 1t and stuck
it through the b.nd Of his cap. e. ali i;
right, boss" he grinned. 'Is this bath
house Anlsl to be finished with fres-
coed cement or hling?"
sYou may Ane It with marble, Nike"
directed Blackie loftily and went on
describing the magnificent subaqueous
bathhouss.
]. Rufus Wallingford, with an ex-
precision on his face Of q hungry mas
til watching goose. stood in grumpy
loneliness at the bar Of the Surf hotel
when Biackie and Paul Pollet, the lat
:er chewing vigorously, came In upon
him.
..WheFs have you expert sidesteppers
been, = he demanded land what makes