The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-08-29

Some OF the Dangers Of the Seaside Resorts,
and Some of the Pleasures.

Some OF the dangers Oh the Seaside Resorts,
and Some OF the Pleasures.
| Cape May Letter in the New York Herald
"She is beautiful Have you seen her7s
"Oh yes; and bathed her"
There is nothing shocking about this brief
conversation, though it is unnecessary to nro-
| long it further. The second speaker clinches
his superior acquaintanceship IN the above brief
| phrase, and the enthusiastic young man
who has introduced the theme tacitly
| confasses that his companion knows
more about the angel of his dreams than does
he. Nowhere do friends get acquainted so rap
| idly as in the rude embrace of the ocean. The
extent to which Irritation goes on in the warm
seawater here at Cape May exceeds the most
| romantic and girlish imagination. Nearly every
| young womansecures, as promptly possible,
| a man to take her into the ocean. Long and
troublesome friendships have been known
to be made during brief bathing sea-.
son. The code of the public ballroom
is applied to the beach and to the
surf Courtesy requires that such an acquaint-
ance should not be presumed upon ashore
The bat hing hour is thigh noon." and suiting
the occasion to the hour, many 60 in for "a
high time" The fashionable point at which TO
enjoy the daily din is at Stockton baths, where
it is not unusual to find five to six hundred peo-
pie in the water at time But am straying
from the subject that will interest the gentle
readers This is the sea bathing place par ex-
celence of the Atlantic coast That is what
people come here for, and you want to know all
about it. You shall
Climb into blue flannel suit and come on.
point out tall beautiful young lady, whom
slightly know, as she comes tripping along the
damp sand. You gaze at her d moment and re-
ply to my words of admiration in the language
quoted at the top of this letter. have never
bathed her and have claims. She does not
know you out of the water? No, think not. but
shess very liable to if the season lasts till Sep
TENDER, as it now bids fair to do. Save that
this romantic damsel has seen your face gabout
the Stockton for a week two, and that she
likes your manners, she knows or cares little
about you To be sure, you have told her your
real name and she has given you a fictitious
las you had difficulty in ascertaining Ali
she recognizes you to-day. Lucky dog. Can't
ask you to introduce me, because it isn't the
proper caper, you know. Before | have
finished my lament the tall girl IN
the pretty cream-colored suit has taken
your hand, and with blithe laugh
you walking seaward. It is quite distance
60 the Bermudas, but you only wish the walking
was good all the way. So should T. What
cure for misanthropy is a scene like this. Too
enthusiastic. perhapsa There, the couple have
passed the first breakers. Not bit Look at
her reader. as do. The lace embroidery about
her neck is white as snow. and through its
meshes the pretty pink flesh on her
neck and shoulders, aglow with young
and oxygenated blood. is seen in alll ITS
indescribable beauty. Is she swimmer like
''the woman of ire?" No. She's only "a float
err" She has foated across your life and mine.
The creamy hued flannel clines tightly to her
pretty figure, and long whisp of her yellow
hair has escaped from the neat white flannel
skull cap she wears. She is one of the few
women you meet who are not afraid to get their
headsdamp. How blue her eyes look-so large
and snappy. Inclined to make eyes? Yes,
fear So
have gone further into the water myself, and
by pure accident find myself near you again. you
bold and lucky stock-broker who carry SO
many shares of loneliness. See that heavy,
combing wave! 1t wilt sweep US. Does the
beauty flee? Not a bit Does she want to be
taken ashore? Not much Without moments
warning the charming creature throws her left
arm about your manly neck. George, and with a
msiden!y scream that wouldn't brighten kitten.
springs into your strong arms You are her
savior. She'd drown you if the water was
deeper, for she has clutched you with her
supple ankles and sinneus arms The crash of
bursting pillows envelops you. For a half min
ute you disappear under the!foaming sand-laden
| surf, locked together like two playful pythons.
1t is vague and indefinable measure in ones
life, but distinct event. nevertheless. AS you
rise, George and Belinda. blind with the brine,
you fancy, ostrich-like, that everybody else Is
sightless, also But there's no sand in my eyes,
old boy. / couldn't help seeing you give the
pretty nymph decided hug as you placed her
firmly on her feet once more Who can blame
you2
But perhaps she does, for notice that she is
trihe longer than usual rubbing the salt water off
her face. Tears7 If So I'll have to fight you,
George. I've sworn since childhood that won-
an should be made to blush or weep for my
presence. l move trife closer. that the fair
bather may know that she has noble sp ecimen
of manhood near who would fight friend or
dive q wave for her, She is still dazed, bnt her
lips are moving. She speaks to you, George.
and with real dignity. What craven you must
feel yourself She says:
"Why, sir. what flirt you are!"
Did l understand aright2 Alas, vest She
does not blame you. She estops your apology
And other waves just as fierce succeed Well,
I'm an impertinent fellow to remain so near
| at hand. think I'll go ashore and broil in the
hot sun for penance, or swim out to the light
ship, so that [ can drown myself without
difficulty on the way back. Three stars t***l
which means that / had forgotten herl This
morning beheld the pretty woman march down
the breakfast-room by her papa's SIDE a picture
of maidenly propriety. If anybody were to
intimate that she could permit strange man
to hug her I know she'd faint, aud her
fierce father would challenge the miscre-
ant. So would you, George. And you'd
both be right In her parlor at home In Balt-
more I'll warrant she'd leave the room the mo-
ment even an accepted lover dared to tn IN down
the gas. The very publicity of her eirsh frolic
yesterday was the guarantee of her safety.
You wanted a true picture of life at the beach
to send to your Western cousins perhaps? Well,
you have it. little father, as the Russians say.
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