The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-08-15
MRS. DRIFTER HASRER WAY
SHE CUTS A DASH FOR ONE DAP.
IN f. NEW BATHING SUIT.

EeuarLE-DrIrtrr's ideas as to the Proper
Attire FOR his wire Are siEnaiiS ViAdicated.
Early last fall whom Mrs. Drifter returned from
n fashionable bathing resort she said to Drifter,
"Tm positively sick and tired of this old bath.
ing suit. 1t makos me look like u dowdy. I don't
see why l should go around looking like u fright"
"Modcsty, my doar, Is woman's chief charm"
was Driftcr's lofty reply.
"0h. we'll. to look nice Is to DO immodest, u
Il r. asked Mrs. Drlfter. ut may be very mod
est to have the trousers down around my ankles
and the skirts so long that I cannot swim. and
nm ugly old rubber cap on my head. ! don't soc
why l should not be attractive as vol rs other
women. 1 haven't such n bad figure and my
hair is pretty. and / am going to start in right
now and think out a bathing suit that is gay
without being immodest. Mrs. c. has a bath
ing suit that she made herself, and II IL just too
sweet-all trimmed with black and lavender
satin and lavender ribbons, and boomers and
everything that you men like TO look at"
why, I never noticed her suit, said Drifter.
mo, maybe you didn't notice her suit, At
least you can pretend you didn't, because she 10
o friend Of mine; but when that bold Brooklyn
Ito smoke, as you said-and. you never moved
from the spot until she hnd gone back TO her
dressing room: Her suit consisted p p5nis
handsome, youthful suit. Mrs. G. has lent me
her pattern, but am going to make IL smaller"
woman you owe something to your husband and
to society. don't want you TO be conspicuous
on the beach any more than ! would wish You to
compelled TO tiush for his wife's appearance"
You don't blush when You meet pretty
where" was Mrs. Drifter's comment. why
don,t you put me In a convent or a home for
t to- sea tSa oihers II bS SSG me ee Some n M biae R ges q o''0" 'f
do he sensible, Mrs. Driftcr.. We came down
here for, your health, didn't wcl Not TO furnish
never well. i.cannot have my way in a solitary
very worst thing Tor !. nervous woman. Please
let me have my way just once. Drifter. only
Of those bold looking things, and other people
me have a pretty bathing suit just this once. I
Please! This once
or course Drifter yielded.
she bought four yards OF black flannel. She
worked very industrioC5l sly for three or four
days and when night came would wear a very
whats the matter asked DIifter. Doesn't
your suit progress rs you desircf' an.
you suppose / am smart enough to make q bath.
Ing, suiti l didn't get enough flannel. thss's
II thought you wanted I, SMALL"
Ibid. but one has to have a waist. and bloom
ers seem to take q terrible lot of material. Now
The skirt. though said she, $ a perfect dream.
It Is about three inches long and Ave yards
Him, one would imagine you'd look like Q
ballet girl" said Drifter.
"What, with boomers on
The next day q cold spell came, and Mrs.
Drifter decided she must see a d~ressmaker &C
once. From that time on tho bathing suit was
days made their Appearance. Drifter came home
early one afternoon and found his wife 9uzzlins
over a few small pieces of black flannel.
"Driftnr " said shp. 81 want n ward Of nnnnAl
,'Whnti" said Drifter, want your picture in
"Ldoni Sec what yon mean, she replied.
why, you cannot make = bathing suit out Of
"Don't you remember the bathing suit COM
menced to make last yeari simply want to
finish it. and it will take another yard of fam
For three OF four weeks Mrs. Drifter worked
patiently on that bathing srit. Once in a while
DIFFERS mind il seemed that she bought about
twelve yards Of flannel by the first of July.
on the beach one day for n dip in the surf with
her husband. All eyes were upon her.
THE rh skirt iqt' r was hnsif'a nSaSt Rafi xs aHt !, I the fnees:
and the things Mrs; D%rifter called :" boomers"
were daintlly tied heiow tho knee with scarlet
ribbons. They were pretty close fitting for
boomers. The waist had no sleeves. but it was
cut high in the neck. Her fair hair footed out
n rel Turkish cap. Around her waist was a red
silk sash. The effect was charming indeed. and
f fns f hiShFf1 c so pis@dTc w r@s mes. 'rS Mr.. fSP basms q
with satisfaction as Drifter's eyes lighted upon
her. and he felt very proud Of his little wife.
The beach was throngei. and on their way to
the water remarks like these greeted them:
II wonder what company she's inf
=" wonder u IL is bloached r
Get on To the legs"
See the trousers"
"Ain't she n peach y
~ wonder where she got the old man."
He must be an angel"
am going 20 have a suit like that"
- III 4 bErE Tt1a that "
"And her golden hair is hanging down hS1
by the time they reached tho water Drifter's
face was n study and his wife's eyes were full Of
tears.
me out deep in the water and duck me. Don't
let anything but my head get above the water,
How can we ever get through that awful crowd
again. How am ever going to get back to my
bathing, housed l never can face those cruel
people"
said. although he ragged inwarily.
Mrs. Drilter refused TO leave the water until
long past the lunch hour ard until The beach
tcr's hand tightly, she begged him 10 run; to run
Il he loved her and get back in that bathing
When he met her outside tho pavilion a half
s hour later H her hair was brushed back tight and
around the crown Of her hat after m. fashion
women assume nowadays. was pulled tightly
over her face. She did not speak rhtil they got
back In their rooms Mt rho hotel. Then she asked
to have hor lunch sent TO The room and begged
Drlttcr not TO speak to her.
Driftcr went out. About 3 in the afternoon
he returned. He found n very sad and humiit
atcd it'll 10 woman with a tear.staincd face.
",Weil. madam" he said. "wil You grant an
audience to your husband nOwi You made q
stunning appearance on tho beach. didn / you
FINALLY ttirnGted some attention. AL You want
ca, l nope. The blthlng suit was gay enough.
1t was the limit, wasn't i'll Made M The other
women, Jealous, ! trust. Coon thing YOU were
not ordered of the beach. We escaped that,
didn't wol Don't you wan a white bathing suit
Tor a chhnget I'm an old man! An angcl! At
any rate, you had your own way. Mrs. Drifter,
NM ! hope You, arc satisfied. Would you ike 10
wear your bathing suit down 10 dinncri You'd
make a mt IN The dining ROOM. Don't consider
On. Drifier,' she begged, don't oycrl let me
have my own way again. | never. never want
70 look well again In n hHthing suit. l. YOU
love me, take me AVA from here. Thoro are
lots OF places where the bntning is as good. III
go 10 town and buy an Old-fashioucl suit. a rub
Der cap. AMI n horrid big straw hat 'olie over
my ears. DO take me away, Uriftcr, do T.
And Drifter consented.
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