The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-01-06

A GAUNT man with wayward
 N mustache, 8 wad of plug in A his cheek and an unsuitable
 thirst for miscellaneous in. formation, turned his back to the beau, tifuI ocean and cheWed, in perpIexity while he watched a copper skinned Irishman preparing the soil for a twen ty foot tulip bed.
 What you digg1n' ?" he finally called down into the waste Of yellow sand
 The earnest digger straightened ur and studied the seeker after knowL edge. Deciding that the man was en.i titled to the truth, he gave it to him Dirt he replied, and went right on excavating.
 The inquirer spat meditativeIy, and leaned both arms against the rail Smart Aleck," he commented, but entirely without rancor.
 A tall. thin man, wearing a black mustache. bleck Prince Albert and a shiny black silk hat, came swinging along in company with short. chunky young man, who wore thick glasses.
 Pipe the 1ollop, Po1ly,'' urged the black mustaehed one, stopping abrupt ly, as he noted the interested spectator.
 &He's not a 1oIlop, BIackie; he's 8 gookS protested PauI Pol1et
 "LolIop.s 7 insisted BIackie. ssHe makes me homesick. haven't seen 8 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"
 'Gook,. declared Paul firmly. A IoIlop begs for his money back, but gook fights. This gink's a gook.'
 ssBet you $2 worth of salt water taf- fy, the loser to pay for it and eat it. offered BIackie.
 'You're on," accepted Paul immedi ately "How do we decide?"
 .tDisturb him" explained BIackie. and, walking straight up to the citizen from the nearby Wi1ds. he abruptly lifted the strangers elbow. You must not lean on this rail- he sternly com manded.
 sWhy notg' asked the man with faint thrill of hope.
 Because I said so,'' returned Blackie, and edged forward an inch.
 "Oh,o remarked the man, blinking and removed first his other elbow and then his entire person from the for bidden rail-
 ssYou win," granted Paul, eying the stranger indignantly.
 That gentleman had stepped away g couple of paces and now stood con. tempIating Blackie hungrily. stSay, mister" he presently ventured, ttwhat's bein' dug thereT'
 That's the entrance to the tunnel , Blackie promptly told him.
 ssOh.'' blinked the stranger. "What tunnell''
 ssJust think Of that, Polly; he doesn't know,'' BIaclzie protested to his com panion. s1 thought everybody in At lantic City would know by this morn Mg about the wonderful new. sun baths.s
 sun baths2" feebly repeated the traveller You said sun baths ?"
 'sSun baths,'' reiterated Blackie sol emnly. .aThe largest and most elabo: rately luxurious in the world 9 and he leaned his back against the rail. rest ing comfortably on both elbows.
 The man rubbed the bridge of his nose in perplexity. Excuse me-. he heeitated. as he mechanically watched young Pellet lean with the careless grace of sawed of, chunky man along so much of the rail as he could cover without slipping. eff it's sun bath, what's the use of a tunnel P
 tsTo get to it. Paul volunteered, catching Blackie's idea with enthusi- asnn. sThe baths are to be out there, 7 and he waved an arm comprehensively in the direction of the wide. wide 1 ocean.
 'tOh," commented the stranger, look ing out at the billowy waves. Ion the ! water ?''
 ttUnder the water" Blackie corrected him. "A gigantic bathhouse, incased in glass, will be built out there be- meath the low tide level and a 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 briny deep, and the rays blue waters, will restore to tired and jaded nerves the snap and tune of bounding health. There will be mag nihcent dining par1ors, where guests in loose robes of ancient Greece Get off O that railp' shouted the laborer in the pit, looking up appre- hens1vely at the sagging support.
 'tYou are quite right, Milxe,'' said 1 Blackie forgiving1y. q fine myself one cigar for disobeying my own orders. 2 and, taking a cigar from his pocket, he dropped it over the rail.
 The foreman of the works below l picked it up and smelIed it and stuck 1 it through the band of his cap. "AlI right, boss,'' he grinned. "Is this bath house tunnel to be finished with fires coed cement or tiling ?'' You may line it with marble, Mike. 5 directed Blackie loftily and went on describing the magnificent subaqueous