Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1899-08-19
!, Aug. 15.-"You look

WpOf II. L. aug. 10.-"1Ou look
very nice today"
The girl addressed, a taut, trim figure
in white duck, glanced up carelessly;
then, observing the speaker, her lips set
In an ugly little smile. Responding, "Ah,
indeed?' she turned away.
The fluffy cloud of red yelling from
which the first remark had issued moved
slightly, and over the dark face of gypsy
ish beauty there passed a look Of roguish
understanding.
The handsome steam yacht, her brasses
glittering and her white paint scrubbed
until 1T shone, was moving rapidly out
towards the Point Judith whlstllng puoy.
A special race was on between the 81,
~footers, and the big steam yacht carried
an important contingent of NeWports
summer colony. White serge costumes
swept the deck, and brilliant comblna-
lions of red and white and white and blue
peeped from under awnings. The hats
of the ladies were a late summer flower
garden. GlObular punches of pink and
blue h%ydrangea WED with peoples, swamp
lilies and black-eyed Susans; while above
this display, %entangled in clouds of gray
tulle, lowered myriads of gulls' wings.
The girl in white duck made a most
satisfactory nautical picture. Thu sun
shone strong and scorching, but her ac-
tive, young figure looked cool and COM
Portable in it's snowy, tailored skirt. fin
ished with very Frenchy hemstltchlng.
An enormous sailor collar OF hemstitched
squares added chic to her blouse bodice,
and her cuffs, white tie and loose sailor
knot i'm front had the same decoration.
Her hat Of stitched white duck was small
and soft and "cute;" her boots mannish
and stardy. Moving restlessly from place
to place, she watched the smart little 80
footers through her marine glass, max
ing remarks that sounded as wise as IT
Captain Eiaff 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 gypsy's delicate skirt was a foam OF
lace and futed frills. A fichu of black
chiffon fluttered about her shoulders,
and on her head was a large black emp
hat, tied down with black velvet ribbons
and trimmed with black chiffon and red
cherries.
The men on board were mostly clever,
seasoned bachelors or exceedingly call
low specimens of the much gilded. One
Of the latter approached the two young
women. She of the white duck looked
up brightly with some comment on the
forestays'l Of one of the racers.
Nov they're going to gybe," she add.
ed.
"Gybe?" repeated the girl in red veil
ing. ooh, you mean turn around some
more. I don't see why they don't go
straight ahead instead of wiggiing about
SO. Why don't they, MI. -!
The sailor girl smiled with a suspicion
of malice, but the young and much gilded
proceeded, well pleased, to the task of
explanation. His sense of masculine SUI
periority had been tickled.
''What a frigltful wind!' said the girl
in red yelling.
She lifted one hand to restrain the tug
gings Of her picture hat, and closed with
difficulty her red, lace-lined parasol.
II think I'll go to-what is 1t you call
the rear of the boat? You can tell me,
dear, which wins"
Smiling sweetly on the sailor girl, the
gypsy rose to her feet and hesitated be-
fore a coil Of rope, requiring the assist
ance of the much gilded.
AS she saw them depart for a quiet
filtration, the sailor girls eyes opened
wide; her lips puckered as If to whistle,
Then, with a thoughtful look, she lifted
her marine glass and essayed to absorb
herself again in the evolutlons of the so
footers.
This little incident of real life teaches
Il cannot say that it teaches anything;
but I will wager that the sailor girl will
have no marine glass at the other races
of this autumn, that she will display less
knowledge of spinnakers and forestays'ls
and stu'ntops'ls. and that she will wear
no short skirt sportively belted and an
Choir buckled. Last summer the gypsy
was a sailor girl.
1t is really an interesting circumstance
that with the international yacht race
drawing close, with yachting taking the
lead Of all other sports and with every