Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1886-09-11

cream.oolored Suf has laksn your hand
and with bithe laugh you sra vaAina
seward Il ie gUitr distance 10 ire
Bermudas, but you only wish the walking
was good all the wsy. So should i. What
cure for misanthlOpy Is scene ike
this Too enthusiastic perhapsg There.
the couple have passed tie first breakers,
Not bit. Look at her, reader, as l do.
The lace embroidery about her neck Is
white as snow, and through Its meshes
the pretty pink nesh on her neck and
shoulders, aglow with young and oxy-
genated blood, IL seen In all It's indie
scribable beauty. Is she swimmer,
like "the woman OF 1re7n Nc. She's
only "a fioater." She has fioated across
your lie and mine. The creamy huod
flannel clings tightly 70 her pretty figure,
and long whisp OF yellow hair he's os-
capped from the neat white flannel skull
cap she wears. She Is one OF the few
women you meet who are not afraid 10
TO get their heads damp. How blue her
eyes look--so large aud snappy. Inclined
TO make eyesY Yes, fear so.
have gone further into the water my
self, and by pure accident nud myself
near you again, you bold and lucky stock
broker who s'carryn so many shares OF
loneliness. See that heavy, combing
wavel II win swamp us. Does the
beauty deer Not bit. Does she want
to be taken ashoreg Not much. With,
out moments warning the charming
creature throws her left arm about your
manly neck, George, and, with maidenly
scream that wouldn't brighten kitten,
springs into your strong arms. You are
her savior. She'd drown you II the water
was deeper, Tor she has clutched you
with her supple ankles and her sinuous
arms. The crash OF bursting pillows
envelops you. For half minute you dis
appear under the ioaming, sand-laden
surf, locked together like two playful
pythons, 1t is a vague and indehnable
measure In ones life, but distinct event
nevertheless. AS you rise George and
Belinda, blind with the brine, you fancy,
ostrich like, .hat everybody IL sightless
also. But there's no sand IN my eyes, old
boy. couldn't hep seeing you give the
pretty nymph decided hug as you placed
her tirmlY on her feet once more. Who
can blame your
But perhaps she does, for notice that
she il a tribe longer rubbing the salt wa
ter OF her face. Tearsf II SO, I'll have
TO tight you, George I've sworn since
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made TO blush or weep In my presence, |
move trine 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 a craven you must feel
yourself. She says:
"Why, sir, what filrt you are!"
Did understand aright2 Alas, Yes
She does not blame you. She estops your
apology. And other waves Just as fierce
succeed. Well, I'm an impertlnent fel.
low to remain so near at hand. | thini
I'll go ashore and broil In the hot sun FOL
penance, or swim out TO the light-ship, SO
that can drown myself without difficulty
on the way back. Three stars G y
which means that had forgotten her.
This morning beheld this pretty woman
march down the breakiast-room by hei
papa's side, picture OF maidonly pro.
priety. II anybody were to intimate that
she could permit strange man TO hug
her, know she'd faint, and her fierce
father would challenge the miscreant. Sc
would you, George. And you'd both be
right. In her parlor at home In Baltimor,
I'll warrant she'd leave the room III,
moment even an accepted lover dared 4
turn down the gas. The very publicity 0
her glrllsh frolic yesterday was the guar
antee of her safety.
You wanted true picture OF life at tn
beach to send TO your Western cousins
perhaps? Well, you have II, little father
as the Russians say.