Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1895-08-29


is the one watering place in the coun-
TRY where even the swells, the ex-
tremely smart set, throw aside pro-
priety and enjoy themselves. There
seems to be something in the air that
excites desire to be rampant Nothing
else expresses it. The matron and the
maid, clothed in dignity and gowned
quietly over at Newport, come here,
throw aside their dignity, put on
bright red frocks, and start out to
have good time. The historical Brass
Band no longer exists, for the beauti-
full and gay Southern women who COM
posed it are now steady going matrons
more interested in small daughters and
SONS than in acting like his satanic
majesty, and, to be slangy, raising
Cain. Here. the red parasol is seen in
all its glory. Here no frock is too loud,
or too extreme, not to harmonize with
the ocean and the people. And here
girls who walk languidly through a
dance at some other place whirl about
wildly and vertically take steps.
TIE OBSERVED OF ALL OBSERVERS
this afternoon was Boston girl, who
appeared in a bright crimson mohair
frock, hat of crimson etraw with
white roses on it, white gloves, white
shoes and stockings and crimson silk
.parasol with an enormous white ribbon
bow on it. And this came from Boston
Even its dignity gets lost some place
Between home and the hotel. The fad
just now is, oddly enough, not or bath
ing, not for dancing, not for driving,
though all these are INDUCED in, but
for wading. The average American
woman has handsome legs, and one or
two Of her who saw the French woman
wading at Trouville realized how ex-
aetly coquettish it was and introduced
the fashion here. 1t looks very naughty.
1T is the half revealing, half concealing
business which is always wicked, but
fascinating. Mile. Coquette starts out
for a walk with her admirers. One
lie on each side OF her, one walks in
front carrying some of her belongings,
and another walks behind with her fan
in charge, and sulky expression on
his face. Her ladyship is gowned in
white muslin with innumerable pale
blue ribbons and cascades of laces, rip
'pling all over it, while her big leghorn
hat has upon it a wreath of forgt-me-
pots and great blue ribbon bows. When
the water is reached, she looks at the
bathers or awhile, realizes that they
'get their hair frightfully wet, risk
breaking their arms as they hang on a
rope, and look ugly, and she curls her
Hip rs she thinks how little they know
'of the real art of flirting. Then she
hands her parasol to one man, takes
off her gloves, and gives them to
another, seats herself on rock and
permits the favored one to unite her
shoes. After this she orders, with the
air Of a general, this regiment to fall
to the rear, and she takes off her shoes
and stockings.
SHE GATHERS HER SKIRTS WELL UP
and walks into the briny deep. Her
ankles are white and well turned, and
she holds her dress up just high
enough to protect it from the water.
She advances, the water is to her
ankles She goes little further, it is
midway of her legs. She sees great
wave coming, gives coquettish scream
and runs back to dry land to be re-
yceived with loud praise about her
bravery and an admiration that looks
all that it thinks, but doesn't say it.
The English woman seldom has hand
some ankles The German woman pos
lsesses thick, sho.t, stumpy appendages,
that it is shame to call by civilized
name. The French woman has we'll
shaped foot, without a blemish a
small ankle, high instep, but above
the ankle there is not a curve which
beauty demands, and which the Ameri-
can possesses to perfection. A woman
asked me, by letter, to tell again a
Flittle romance that told Of years ago.
l recited it to the girl who waded this
afternoon, and now will give ii to
you. 1t is story about a lady and
her beautiful white legs, and how they
stood her in good stead whom she was
in trouble When King Charles the
First was fighting Cromwell and learn.
ing to his sorrow that bullies could beat
gentlemen, the Oldest daughter of a
Merry loyal house forgot herself and fell
in love with neighbor, who was a
Puritan.
LOVE TRIUMPHED OVER POLITICS
and locksmiths and these two were
we'd. Often of night the little lady
would wrap herself up in her cloak,
and, attended by her maid, who was
in the secret, would steal to the place
where her husband was garrisoned and
lspend the night there. AT last a
1 blabbing soldier reported that this gen.
tleman was being visited by closely
lcloaked figure, and he believed, because
J his captain was well-bred man and
many of his family were royalists, that
| he might have the faint of royalty to the
King still in him, and that these visi :
1 tors might be spies. Very quickly
: Cromwell sent soldiers to watch. The
second night after their arrival the
shrouded figures entered. The soldiers
waited for an hour and then knocked
at the door and demanded admission.
Tho captain refused it. A threat was
made that the door would be broken
down. Then the captain said, 'tYou
know there is no way by which any
human being can get out of this room
without passing you. l promise to let
you. in, provided you are perfectly
quiet, put your hands on nothing, march
around the room and then leave it.
The soldiers scarcely understood, but
they agreed. The door was opened.
The first who entered marched up To
the bed, on which could be seen a
figure entirely covered with a sheet.
The soldier started to pull the coverlid
loff. The captain interposed and said
Is'You promised to touch nothing. y
The soldiers insisted that this was per
maps one of the Stuarts. The captain
lswore that it was not. At last al
they seemed determined, to see who i
wac, the brave Puritan said: Gentle
linen, | will prove to you that undel
that cover there rests one who is no
only not Stuart, but not man.
Here was this room full of soldiers
THERE WAS A SILENCE LIKE DEATH.
H. II alU,aof uaapnaI 90 if tbay co,,l,
hear heart beating under the SAITH
sheet Going to the foot of the bee
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