The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1874-08-15
LONG BRANCH.
How the Sea Tried to Capture a Noted
and Sumptuous Belle.
Long Branch Letter to New York World.

Long Branch Letter to New York World.
There was once during that memorable
season here, when the two streams of fashion
and the demi-monde came together in the
hotels and seethed and foamed very much
like those billows on the sand there-there
was a noted and sumptuous belle at West
End. Itwas Stetson' then. You probably
remember her. 1t was that season when
Olive Logan was at one end of the hotel
line and Gail Hamilton at the other, indus
triously churning the milk of such human
kindness as the hotels offered into Journal
istic butter and sending it up every after
noon freshly worked to market. This belle
brought her brigade Of admirers with h.eeai heeari
IIroJ oIuuu VI IuCusts dill ofeI
the surrounding country. No queen ever
had such attendance. It was q pageant
wherever she went, and a tournament
wherever she stopped. Animperious beauty
of the Cleopatra-Judith style, always doing
the armsweep superb always keeping the
best of them at a safe distance, content to
have hold of their heartstrings and to give
them a fresh twist every morning. She
had come down to take a few lessons of the
sea. She studied it from the bluffs, with
courtiers on either side Of her, picking up
her fan and handkerchief. She caught a
few hints of grandeur in motion from it,
detected and initiated it's cruelty, and even
carried off some Of its flash and depth in her
magnificent eyes. For the two weeks that
she ruled the Branch, don't believe the
most favored of her admirers ever got beyond
the first parallel of Irritation. Her unap-
proachability was something superb. At
the end Of that time two or three Of her
noblest wretches held consultation. They
took the sea into their confidence, and
believe the old monster became a willing
confederate. They circulated the story
thatsh was afraid of the water, Somebody
Git was a woman) said that for her to bathe
was to be no more a belle. That settled it.
She would at least prove that her beauty
would wash. What danger was there?
Certainly none for her, with three rows Of
guardian swimmers in woolen and ecstacies.
So she went down to the sea and planted
her imperial foot upon the neck of the old
monster. He growled and rose at her.
Never before had such morse1 come to his
maw. But she was plucky. One who had
always had her own way on land could
surely have it for once on water. She had
always defied human, should she succumb
to inanimate nature! In she plunged boldly.
All the wretches of her retinue were there
in various disguises of blue and gray woolen.
The crafty old element let her advance
until he could get one green curling arm
around her waist, and then he whipped her
bearing her off like Sabine to some sparry
hollow of his own, when there went up
forty-two other glad shouts in all varieties
of manly voice.
Have you ever seen thieves quarreling
over the division of their plumber? Ct hope
not.)
Men and ocean wrangling for q maid.
What a sight for gods and others On bank.
believe she sereamed-a weak, supplieating
scream, that was smothered midway by a
salt kiss of the monster, as he pulled her
out of sight. You will observe that he was
having much the best of it.
But presently Adolphus or somebody got
her by the hair, and Clarence laid hold of a
hand, and others possessed themselves of a
foot apiece. All, that struggle was fierce
one. The Atlantic was not to be baked SO
easily. He, at least, had had her in his
arms, and his blood was up. To the men
and gods upon the bank it looked like a
determined effort to drown her. Adolphus
got his arms around her twice. So did
Adolphonse. There seemed to be relays of
saviours. There were SO many of them
that somebody shouted from the beach that
they were to stand back and give her some
air.
Marine people to this day aver that the
waves rose during that struggle as if by
magic, and there wasn't much of a breeze
blowing either. Well, it all ended by the
monster vomiting them upon the sand in
one intricate agglomerate of Woolen, and
then they carried her up to the bathing
house. Her precious life had been saved
by forty-two daring admirers who had
risked their own. They all came down to
the West End the next day, and stood in a
queue to receive orty-two votes of thanks,
and to be told that she owed her life to
every one of them and intended to marry
them all collectively when she came back
from Saratoga But she never came back
There were forty-two locks of hair (beau-
tiful brown hairy worn for a long time after
that in as many manly breasts.
Do you know, think they were pulled
out in the sea. 1t was a pitiful thing TO do.
But little Miss Murtle who sits on the cliff
and sketches, says, sPshaw, she bought a
new crop long before she got to Saratoga. =
How the New African Sea will be Made.