The Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1885-1886, 1886-09-01

meshes the pretty pink flesh on her Eeck
and shoulders, aglow with young and
oxygenated blood, is seen in all its in
describable beauty. Is she swimmer,
like 'fhe woman of fire.? No. She's only
"a fioater." She has fioated across your
life and mine. The creamy hued flannel
clings tightly to her pretty figure, and
long whisp of her yellow hair has es
capped 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 heads damp. How blue her eyes
look-so large aud snappy. Inclined to
make eyes? Yes, fear so.
| have gone further into the water N.Y.
self, and by pure accident find myself
near you again, you bod and lucky stock
broker who carry so many shares OF
loveliness See that heavy, combing
wavel 1t will sweep us. Does the beauty
tlee2 Not bit. Does she want TO be taken
ashore2 Not much. Without moments
warning the charming creature throws
her left arm about your manly neck,
George, aud, with maidenly 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 her sinuous arms, The crash
of bursting pillows envelops you. For a
half minute you disappear under the
foaming sand laden surf. locked together
like two playful pythons. 1t is vague
and indefinable measure in ones life, but
a distinct event nevertheless. As you rise,
George and Belinda, blind with the brine,
YOU fancy, ostrich-like, that everybody
else is sishtless, also. But there's no
sand in my eyes. old boy. couldn't help
seeing you give the pretty nymph a de
cided hug as you placed her firmly on her
feet once more. Who can blame you?
But perhaps she does. for notice that
she is trifle longer than usual rubbing
the salt water off her face. Tears? If so.
I'll have to fight you, George. I've sworn
since childhood that no woman should
be made to blush or weep in my presence
| move trifle closer, so that the fair
bather may know that she has noble
specimen of manhood near who would
| fight friend or dive wave for her. She
is still dazed, but her lips are moving.
She speaks to you. George, and with real
dignity What craven you must feel
yourself She says:
What, sir, what a tiirt you arci'
Did understand Alright? Alas, yes! Sine
docs not blame you. She estops your
apology. And other waves just as fierce
succeed. Well. I'm an impairment fellow
to remain so near at hand. | think I'll
60 ashore and broil in the hot sun. for
pensnce. or swim out to the lightShlp so
that can drown myself without difficulty
on the way back. Three stars y
which means that had forgotten her
This morning | beheld this pretty woman
march down to the breakfast-r0om by her
papas side. picture of maidenly pros
| priety. Ii ANYBODY were TO intimate that
she could permit a strange man to hug
her | know she'd faint, aud her fierce
father would challenge the miscreant 81
would you, George And you'd both he
right. In her parlor at home in Baltimore
III warrant she'd leave the room the mo.
ment even an accepted lover dared 10 turn
down the gas The very publicity of her
girlish frnlic 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