St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-08-19
Long Branch Letter.

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WIS SZ7RNNE "tarra diddler," that
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| EH SNNAly3r you wonder, with
| KIT VNlYGF wonder that never
- ceases. how muslin
| frock, and simple, innocent-looking
| hat can adOrn such dainty villain.
She sits in bingham and firts in mus
| lin; she puts up gold lorgnette to
| ''dOwn' people whose gowns are not
| just what she approves of, and she tells
you quite frankly that, as she cannot
| have the kind of trap she wants. she de-
clines any at all. This is the summer
| girl at her best She will insist upon
your reading Swinhurne to her while
she rests under large umbrella; she
don't care"for Browning. land she Won
ders what people find in Rudyard Kip
| ling. She abhOrs scandal and does not
believe that it is good form, and some
how, with her little fads, with her cool
| looking bingham and with her intense
| desire to make you believe she under
! stands Algernon the Great. you have
soft place in your heart for her that
| somehow or other extends lar past the
sunny summer days.
After the landlord has beamed upon
you, Thomas given you the seat that he
thinks you deserve, Bill lifted up your
trunk with grace and negligence. 1t
dawns on you for abont the five-hun-
dredth time how pretty the young
compilations, how soft and full are the
eyes, and how gracious is the manner
shown to mother and fatheri The Gen
tiles could learn lessons from them in
the tiny courtesies of life, but somehow
and it strikes you very much at the
watering-places. the cultivation of
courtesies is not great.
Bathing? Padding? Yes. Among the
cottage people. A prettier woman never
looks prettier than when, with skirt
drawn to her knees, she paddles in the
clear water. The manicure has made
her feet look as lovely as her hand, and
the half-revealing, half-concealing is
quite as fascinating as in the day OF the
poet. A dainty get-up tor padding con-
sists of kilt skirt Of yellow and black
striped serge reaching to the ankles.
Under this is worn a killed skirt of
black silk trimmed with black lace, and
very suggestive of the dainty Lefty
Lind. The bodice is a blouse of
black silk, with low sailor collar
and deep cuffs of the striped serge. 1t is
decidedly loose, and held in by yellow
and black belt. Direct from Trouville
French hat is worn with these-lt is
Of I,1 fpo wit
low dandelions, and having black jet
butterfly just in front. No gloves,
shoes or stockings are worn. and the
skirts are daintily picked up while the
maiden plunges into the deep just far
enough to show in the blue water pair
of white feet that ought to charm any
thing masculine. A woman looks much
better padding than when she is bath
ing, for even Venus did not have'to
make an entrance from bathing house
she just spouted up from the sea and
retreated.
What an art that is. There is one
girl here who has her mother well
trained in this respect. She, the girl,
has won the admiration of an ecrl
young man who wears deep purple
sash to protect his infant stomach. He
know how to tell her: he palpitates fe-
rociously, and his sash draws with emo
ton when she dances with another
young man; but as he cannot dance, he
trkes her to get soda water and treats
her to box of candy, but still he does
not speak. She has resolved that he
shall. So last night, when every
body had left the veranda. she said:
'Indeed. ma, the air is too damp
for YOU" The mother thought it was,
and so toddled off to bed. Then that
girl. with deliberation worthy CEN
sus taker. said: Samuel, do not wish
to make unpleasant remarks, but people
are talking about u.s." And Samuel,
smoothing his sash, said: THAT seems
a pity. Then this diplomat murmured,
"Oh, Samuel, would you in your great
strength permit this?" And Samuel,
having the strength of a puppy and the
vanity of a peacock, says: Certainly
not" and the pursued again remarks:
samuel, after this we understand each
other as only two loving souls can-yOu
may kiss me-" Samuel is the color of a
corpse, and he performs the kiss me-
chanically-still he does it. This sounds
like romance, but no, on my honor, it
West End last week.
By the bye, have you noticed how
lovely the parasols of the fairer sex are?
ChiffOns from Worth in ali the faint
colors-in clear white look like punches
of clouds that keep the sun from my
lady's eyes.
The entire scarlet girl has scarlet
tulle parasol, and lookS-well, l cannot
Judge as to how she looks, for | am
prejudiced in favor of the color. The
III I'LL III oil nd oil
girls are to the fore, but you must not
Conclude that the color worn is in the
least indicative of the girl. The all
black. who looks so quaint. has broken
up two families and is in a fair way to do
the same by the third; the all gray looks
dovelike, but is close kin to hawk,
seeking whom she may to devour; the
all-white-the picture of innocence-is
just picture of it and not reality, and
the all-red-well. ask some of the old
ha bitues about her.
There are, then, no good, sweet
women? Plenty, my boy. But they
selves conspicuous at the watering
places.
Here by the great sea, that seems to
sweep in with wicked caress what
ever comes near it. there are the very
ones that came walking from the ark,
good and bad alike. They drive with
mother in her handsome victoria, fol-
lowed by tubful of children; the placid
grandmamma in her Old-fashioned Ian
dau, beaming down at the young girl;
the elderly man VINO likes good horse
when he sees it, but who gives chart
table word to the boy who has been taken
in. are all seen in the procession that /
goes to Vanity Fair. Be little chart |
table to the soiled doves, and remember |
what Mistress Becky Sharpe advised, |
"lt is so easy to be good on ten thousand |
year."
Still there are other things that are
good that do not take so much money.
You can sit on the sands and watch |
the great sea come up, up, up, until |
delicious sense of danger comes over |
you.
You can for little money take the |
sick baby down where it may breathe |