The herald., 1896-09-20
!: 4 GAUZY BATHING SUIT


cry tone Of Annette's delicate cOlor1ng,
show that heaven made Annette to be
kissed. You feel that as soon as you
look at her. There is no coquetry in her
bearing, no challenge In her eye, and
yet your lips tingle at the sight of her.
There isn't shade of impertinence in
| the thought; it's simply a natural i'm
pulse duty, almost, like picking a
| ripe peach.
When Mrs. Gatchell of Philadelphia
| saw Annette in Paris she at once per-
ceived Annettes exceeding kissable-
| ness. AS a rule, one woman Is slow to
| recognize the sweetness of another wo-
| man. But Mrs. Gatchell Of Philadelphia
| is not a catty person. She has two very
| red lips other own and two Of the pref
test little children in the world. She is
| one of the women who can afford to adj
! mire other women.
AS soon as she saw that Annette was
| made to be kissed, she began to be sorry
for Annette. For Annette was very
good girl without a penny in the bank
and without anybody to give her a
dot"
In France. no matter how good and
how pretty girl is. she cannot get a
Gatchell knew this and she didn't see
how heavens plain purpose OF having
Annette kissed great many times ev-
cry day was to be carried into effect.
And then she suddenly remembered
LIlaC neT Two llLLle Cnll0r6n were always
| Kissing her, and kissing each other, and
kissing everybody in sight. Here, plain
| iy, was the answer to the riddle. And
| Mrs. Gatchell engaged Annette to go to
Philadelphia and wash her children's
faces, and brush the chiidrens h,lir. and
Arm8uAp ba dSw With The i gre esildreny in
When the Philadelphia summer began
10 De TOO generous, Mrs. Gatchell and
her fortunate husband. and the two for
hette' came on to Bath Beach, Long
Island and descended at the Fort Low
cry hotel
Every day Annette stood at the wa
ter's edge watching the children roll
ABOUT In the white foam. They would
call back in their droll Philadelphia
French: "Oh aren't you ever coming in
with us, Annette? Oh, please come in.
Annette! Oh, do come in, Annette!"
The young men, and the elder men,
TOO, for that matter, could hear the
children's shrill voices, and they would
all look at Annette to see what answer
she might make.
Day after day Annette would give,a
little shiver and reply that the water
was still too cold. But day after day the
shiver grew smaller, and day by day
was too cold
At last there came a day, only few
Gays ago. when the water under the
MONDAY sun glistened as smoothly hot
Is great. flat, hot plate Of purple ma.
5olica, when it seemed to have even
gathered heat from the yellow moon of
the night before. 1t was almost too
warm day TO romp, and the chiIdran
lay on their backs. like helpless young
turtles, basking in the silent water.
When they began to beg Annette to
come into the water she could not
shiver. she could not say it was cold.
II n ho
up the stairs. to her room and opened
her little French trunk and dragged
out of one of it's corners at the very
bottom of the box. her bathing suit.
which she had brought from France.
And with the parcel under her arm she
hurried back to the children and babe
them be very quiet until she Joined
hem in the water. And then she went
INTO the bath house and shut the door.
The rusty hinges of the bath house
door creaked with loud sound, and every
one who had stared stared the harder
A figure flashed out through the door
a patter of swift feet sounded along
the planks, the end of the diving board
pent down for a moment. and then shot
up again and shook itself in the empty
ar. There was splashing and a little
ring and the blue water was rinnIa5shv
one ring after another.
Annette had taken the plunge. Thare
sne was with only her glistenine hair
and shining eyes above the water. swim
ming IN shore toward the children. while
the children shouted: ooh. dear Az
nette! Oh. sweet Annette! oh. come
and kiss us, Annette!"
AT few yards from the shore lad
der springs from the water and reaches
the platform along which Annette had
mashed so swiftly to the diving hoard
ana when she had kissed the children
sne climbed the ladder and balanced |
herself at the end of the spring board |
ready to make another dive.
She had been in hurry the first time
Tor she had been afraid that the water |
might not, after all, be SO warm a. the |
cnlldren said 1t was, and had rushed 10 |
her plunge to have done with II az
quiskly as possible.
Her bathing suit was made in thea
frencn fashion. made with short skirt"
mace or simple, inexpensive gray India |
SILK, so inconspicuous Of color that when |
II was wet and lay close to her skin.
the young men, and the older ones. ton
FOR that matter, could hardly have told
where the suit ended and Annette be-
gan.
Everybody drew his breath. or ber
breath, for there were women on the
beach as well as men, and the women
were staring quite as hard as the men
1t was the first time candidly French Il
bathing suit had ever been seen at Bath
beach.
Annette took her plunge. Annette
swan out hundred yards, swan back
again and entered her baffihouse, dress
ed herself in her demure little French