The river press. [volume] (Fort Benton, Mont.) 1880-current, 1882-08-30
THE MYSTERIES OF THE SURF.
A Southern Visitors Experiences and Re-
ffections.

Surf bathing is u revelation. | went
in with a lovely and modest woman
from the North, with whom i had but a
short acquaintance, although 1 had seen
a good deal of her. AS we stood await
ing the coming of 4 huge wave she
clutched my arm, and posing herself
OH M foot, Bonded the other leg, and
pulled her stocking over her knee-try-
ing yainly to make it cover 4 strip Of
white. She thought nothing of this,
neither did i. In an instant the wave
was on us, and we were riding the swell
az happy as a pair of ducks.
That evening this lady went sailing
with the same party that had been bath
ing with her in the morning. As she
stepped over the side of the boat she ex-
posed about four inches of her pretty
silk stockings, and her face was GRIM
soned with shame and modification.
Now, why this differences. 1t was *
actly the am limb that had been ex-
posed to the knee d. the morning with
out any thought of confusion. AS 1
came into the hotel corridor yesterday q
young lady screamed:
"Shut the door. Quick. There's
somebody coming.n
She had put on her bathing suit for q
trial trip in her mothers room, and was
Mortified that a man should see her in
that fix. a half hour later she and 7
We're lying on the beach, the waves pur-
ling over us at every throb of the sea,
and she, with her shapely figure Bonded,
was writing her name in the sand with
her toes, while her merry laugh rang
above the roar of the waves.
But if the dressing on the beach and
the unconsciousness. with which the
most modest of girls stand the exposure
consequent upon it is remarkable, the
conduct of u crowd in bathing is still
more so. That is the miracle of social
life, I think. The girls clad in this
prankingly pretty dress-the passing
pressure Of the waves outlining the
curves of the body-with the warm flesh
glowing and throbbing beneath the sim
gle garment-the girls thus attired RIM
hand in hand in the water with their
sweetbearts, and rQmp and frolic. and
are ducked and hauled out by the feet,
or are clasped around the waist, or catch
the fellows about the neck as a big
wave comes-and vet there is not the
slightest prurient suggestion, and no
hint of gaIlantry. | don't believe q
scandal was ever born in the surf.
cannot conceive of a sentimental attitude
amid the rolling breakers.
T noted at n of the resorts several
days ago the handsomest woman | ever
saw on the beach. She was tall and
slender, but divinely formed. Her
pretty head was poised like a queens
upon a sWan-iike neck that sWelled into
snowy bust and shoulders. a bathing
shirt, loosely tied about the neck and
without sleeves, gave perfect play to her
superb body. Black silk stockings and
feet that left perfectly outlined footprints
set regularly in the sand at about thirty
degrees divergence. There was some.
thing royal in the unconscious grace and
beauty of this oma as she walked into
the water the cynosure of a hundred
eyes. Utterly dwarfing her escort, she
seemed dlsregardful of his presence,
and when the foam was clustering about
her knees, raised her cleaning arms
above her head, and went like a flash
into the body of an incoming breaker
4tJd3ata Constitution.
Independent Widow Loveless.