The times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1890-1903, 1899-08-20

NEWPORT. r.. j., Aus 15.-"You look
very nice today
Tho girl addressed. a taunt. trim fig
urc i'm white duck glanced MP careless
". then. observing the speaker her lips
set I'm an ugly little smile. Responding
"Ah. indeedt' She turned away.
The fluffy cloud of red yelling from
which the first remark had issued moved
Slightly. and over the dark face of
gypsyish beauty there passed look Of
roguish understanding.
The handsome steam yacht. her brasses
glittcIiug and her white paint scrubbed
until it shOne was moving rapidly out
towards the Point Judith whisuing buoy.
A special race was on between the
thirty-footers. and the big steam yacht
carried an important contingent of New
ports sumner colony. White serge cos
TUNES swept the dock and brilliant com
binatiOus of red and white and white and
blue peeped from under awnings. The
hats of the ladies were a late summer
flower garden. Globu.ar punches Of pink
and blue hydrauEea Wed with peoples
swamp liies. and biack-eyed Susans:
while above this display. enHngled In
clouds of gray tullc, hoYcred myriads OF
gulls wings.
The girl in white duck made most
satisfactory nautical picture The sun
tive. young figure looked cool and COM
Portable in its snowy. tailored skirt. fin-
ished with very Frenchy hcmstitching.
An enormous sailor collar Of hemstitch-
Ell squares added chic 20 her blouse bod
Zee. and der cuffs white tie and loose
sailor knot in front had the same decora-
ton. Her hat Of stitched white duck was
small and soft and "cute" her boots
mamisn and sturdy. Moving restlessly
from place 90 place she watched the
smart little thirty-footers through her
marine glass making remarks that
sounded as wise as ~ Captain Han had
been her godfather.
The gypsy beauty in red yelling fol-
lowed the sailor girl with her eyes: she
laughed softly. From the knees down
the cypsy's delicate skirt was a foam of
lace and futed frilis. a hchu of black
chiffon nuttcd about her shoulders ana
on her head was "a large black chip hat
tied down with black velvet ribbons, and
trimmed with black chiffon and red
cherries.
The mon on board were mostly clever
seasoned bachelors or exceedingly call
low specimens OF the much gildod one
Of the latter approached the two young
women. She Of the white duck looked up
brightly with some comment on The fore
staysl of one Of the racers. "Now they're
going 20 gyne.' she added.
"Gybe? repeated The girl in red
yelling ooh y0u mean turn around
some more. I don't see why they don't
20 straight ahead instead of weighing
about so. Why don't they Mr.. --?
The sailor glrl smiled with a suspicion
OF malice, but the young and much gid
ed proceeded. well pleased. to the task OF
explanation. His sense OF masculine
superiority had been ucklcd.
"What q frighlful wind' said the girl
IN red yelling She lifted one hand 20 re-
errain the tuggins OF her picture hat. and
closed with difficulty her red, lace-lined
parasoL
Il think IN so to-what IS It you call
the rear OF a boatl You can tell me,
dear. which wins"
Smiling swoetly on the sailor girl. the
gypsy rose 20 her feet and hesitated be-
fore col o. r1pe, requiring the asst Z
ance OF the much silded. AS she saw
them depart for a quiet Irritation. the
sailor girls eyes opened wide: her lips
puckcred as IL TO whistle Then with q
thoughtful look she lifted her marine
glass and ossayod to absorb herself again
in the evolutions of the thirty-footers.
This niUe incident 81 real life teaches
cannot say that 1t teaches anything:
but 1 viii wager that the sailor girl Will
have no marine glass 40 the other races
Of this autumn, that she win display less
knowledge OF spinnakers and fore
staysls and stu'ntopsls, and that she
will wear no short skirt sportlvey beted
and anchor-buckicd. Last summer the
gypsy was a sailor girl.
Ii is really an interesting circumstance
that with tho international yacht race
drawing close. with yachting taking the
lead or al other apor and W Oh every
girl In the country wild for o fe on the
ocean wave and a home on the rolling
deep the nufiy girl has 50 far overcome
the athletic girl tliat a nau9cal rg Is
about as rare on snlpboard as a white
crow ashore.
At the boating places along the
Sound where the musical chime ~ bells
marks tho hours. and where The boom
of the sunset cannon. the soft call Of The
horn. and the mooting OF The fog sirens
are familiar and daily sounds. there may
occasionally come into port q yacht whose
women folk have boon on real cruise.