Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1888-09-02
SEASHORE FADS.

SEASHORE FADS.
A Fancy for wsdiag-The Captivating
Beauty OF white Limbs Harmlessly Dis
played.
Bob" IN Philadelphia Times
At the seaside the latest fad is not swim
ming, nor dipping, nor floating, nor hang
ing on 10 a rope at the risk of breaking
your arms and certainly OF getting your
hair frightfully wet and running your
temper, but it is-wsding. 1t took a
French woman to discover the ccquetry
of the art; it took q lady of the time
of the empire to realize that woman
whose ankles were white and well
turned looked thousand times
more attractive when, casting aside her
shoes and stockings, gathering her skirts
about her, she plunged into the briny deep
almost up to her knees. There is no doubt
in the mind of mankind that this is not the
hybrid presented in bathing suit, but q
really rightly woman, with her skirts
drawn forward in a most seductive way
and q pair OF white legs showing below
them for the sea TO battle against. And
vet only few women have dared do this.
But that it will be later on great success
cannot be doubted.
You see, the combination of ignorance
and knowledge has always been immensely
attractive to men, and ~ the American
woman usually has handsome legs 1t gives
her an opportunity to display them and
feel that she ia very proper at the same
time. A lovely mstron will tuck
up her red foulard gown, the
bodice OF which shows every line
of her figure, and glittering beneath
the skirts are the white legs that at once de,
mand adIniration aud certain curious
kind of respect. She advances into the
water, il reaches her ankles, she goes a
little further, it ia midway Of the leg; she
sees a great wave coming, gives cOquet-
tish swing and is hastily escorted back by
her ardent admirer. This is kept up un-
til she is tired, and eventually she comes
out with her gown in good condition, and,
most blessed Of states, her hair not parti-
Gle mussed.
By the way, the wader has quite given
up the black stockings that discolor her
skin; for, above everything else, she must
be sans psur ct sans rsproche, instead, she
assumes tan. cOlored silk hose, that matches
her slippers; and she ia certain that when
her maid removes tine slippers and stock
ings, as she sits on the sand, she will be
absolutely ivory white.
There ia q pretty old historical story
about white legs that always comes up 70
me whenever heaTlJf them. Thy tell II
with great pride in an old English house
where once visited. When King Charles
/. was fighting Crom we'll, aud learning to
his sorrow that gentlemen could be beaten
by bullies, the oldest daughter o.
this very loyal house was en-
gagged to be married to Puritan neigh
Dor. Love triumphed over everything
aud they were secretly wed. Often
of a night the fair maid would wrap herself
up, snd, attended by q trusty servant,
would steal to the place where her husband
was garrisoned and spend the night there
At last sn overzsslous soldier reported that
this gentleman was being visited by clOaked
figures and that he believed, because bis
captain was we'll bred man, that be might
have a faint OF allegiance to the royal fam
lily still left in him.
Cromwell sent down soldiers to watch
One night the enshrouded figures entered
An hour later the soldiers were at the cap
tain's door, demanding admission. He re-
fused it. They threatened to breakdown
the door. After a moment or two he
called out: "You know there is no way by
which any human being can get out of thin
room. / promise to let you in provided
YOU are perfectly quiet, march around TIT
room and leave it." The soldiers scarcel,
understood this, but agreed to it. Thu
door was thrown open. The frs
one who entered marched up to thu
bed aud started to pull coverlid
from off figure that rested under it. Blu
the captain interposed and said: "foI
promised to touch nothing" The soldier
insisted that perhaps one OF the Stuart
was there; the captain swore that 1t wa
not. At last, as they still remained un
satisfied, he said: Gentlemen, l vii
prove to you that under that cover Their
rosts one who is not only not Stuart
but not man." There was room
| full of soldiers. There WAS silence Ink
death; and it almost seemed as If tn
heart under the sstin sheet could b
heard besting. Going to the foot OF tn
bed, the captain raised this sheet anC
slowly, carefully and exactly rolled it up
displaying to thus company Of soldiers 1
psir of the handsomest white legs, thu
smallest feet, and the finest ankles tina
their eyes ever had rested on. With on'
accord every man raised his hat, and qui
etly filed out Long after the story wa
told; and when the tough captain was al
old man, and his grandchildren wer'
around him, when the Stusrts had thsi
own, and the Guelphs didn't rule Eng
land, the greatest toast used to be
ITO grandmamma's beautiful legs"
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