White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-10-03

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stranger Indignantly.
That gentleman had stepped away q
couple of PAGES and now stood con.
templating Blackie hungrily. Say,
mister" he presently ventured, whats
bein' dug thereY
That's the entrance to the tunnel
Blackie promptly told. him
"Oh." blinked the stranger. "what
tunneli"
Just think of that. Polly: he doesn't
know" Blackie protested to his com.
panion. Il thought everybody In At.
lantic 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
EMMY. THE largest and most elabo
rately luxurious in the world and be
leaned his back against the rail. rest.
ing comfortably on both elbows.
The man rubbed the bridge of his
nose In perplexity. Excuse me-" be
hesitated. as he mechanically watched
young Pollet lean with the careless
grace Of a sawed of. chunky man
along so much Of the rail as he could
cover without slipping. If it's a sun
bath, what's the use of a tunnelf"
ITO get to it," Paul volunteered,
catching Blackie's idea with enthusi-
asm. The baths are to be out there"
and he waved an arm comprehensively
In the direction OF the wide, wide
ocean.
"0h," commented the stranger. look
ing out at the billowy waves. "On the
water?"
Under the water" Blackie corrected
him. "A gigantic bathhouse, incased
In glass. will be built out there be-
meath the low tide level and a remen
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 briny deep. and the rays
OF the sun. filtered down through the
blue waters. will restore To tired and
taded nerves the snap and tune Of
bounding health. There will be mag
nlficent dining parlors. where guests In
loose robes of ancient Greece :.
Get or o that rain shouted the
laborer IN the pit. looking up appre
hensively AT the sagging support.
"You are quite right. Mike" said
Blackie forgivingly Il fine myself one
cigar for disobeyiug my own orders"
and. taking u cigar from his pocket. he
dropped IT over the rail.
The foreman Of the works below
picked II mp and smelled it and stuck
1t through the band Of his cap ,All
right. boss he grinned. lis this bath
house tunnel to be finished with fires
coed cement or tiling:"
"You may line II with marble. Mike"
directed Blaekie loftily and went ON
describing the magnificent snbaqueous
b~athhouse.
j. Rufus Wallingford, with nm ex
preston on his face Of Il hungry mas
tiff watching IA goose. stood in grumpy
loneliness ut the bar of the Surf hotel
when Blackie and Paul Pellet, the lat
ter chewing vigorously. a me in upon
him.
where have you expert sidesteppers
been.' he demanded. land what makes
Polly bulge so?"
salt water taffy packages" o
fessed Paul. trying to be happy about
It Have some. It's fine" And he
placed a little pink box Of 1t on the
bar. Hospitality removing the lid.
mo. you dontl' interrupted Blackie
sternly. capturing the box as Walling
ford was about to sample its contents.
"You have to curb your unselish I'm
pulses here, Crackers.
II said a boob was a lollop. and be
said the gink was a gook." explained
Blackie to Wallingford. You're a
slow host. jim" And he motioned to
the bartender. How have you been
amusing yourselfY"
W~allingford's big pink face lost its
gloomy expression, and he chuckled.
Restraining myself from joining the
party" he confessed in a
tone and with an almost imperceptible
Jerk of the head toward the padded
alcove beyond the end of the bar.
where u group OF middle aged men
who looked as If they had earned the
right of the mad luxury were mixing
c%arbonated water with their cham
payne and trying to drink less than
anybody else.
Blackie made n hasty but comprehen'
sive inspection OF the quietly animated
Nothing doing he softly OBJ
served. This Is n pleasure trip In
honor of my election as reform mayor
Of Tarryyille. and no n Is to talk
He gave another glance at the
browed gentlemen.
"FInanciers from the wealthy middle
west" unused the chunky ex-reporter.
THE home papers are mysterious TO-
day."