The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1899-07-16
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(written for The Post.)
Long Branch. N. j., July 14.-"what's
the name Of your bicycle?" asked the girl
with the Roman scarf, as she cunningly
balanced her wheel against the peg of the
beach tent, and threw herself in the shell
ter Of the canvas on the sand.
"Its name? Do you mean its make !"
responded the girl all in white. looking up
from the novel she was reading Why,
you know ride
But I don't mean the make" inter-
rupted the girl with the Roman scarf, a
slim, dark young creature in delight
full gray tweed cycling dress, Frightened
by gorgeous Roman colors at her throat,
in her crushed silk belt and twisted about
the soft gray felt hat she wore. II mean
the name. My wheel is Sally; that seems
TO suit the saucy thing. She can't stand
quiet five minutes See her now trying to
cock her handlebar round at mel"
but Man," protested the girl all
In white.
~ don't see why bicycles shouldn't have
names as we'll as horses" pursued the
on this beach feels when riding as If her
wheel were alive"
Both girls looked from the shadows OF
the tent toward the glitterlng water and
the hard, smooth sands, whore bicycles
were passing and repassing, ridden by
young men in white duck breechee and
blue coats, and by girls in white skirts
and blue jackets.
Now yesterday" said the Roman SCARF
girl out beyond Elberon passed a steam
road roller. 1t was strutting up and down
like a turkey cock, snorting and putting,
and the first thought that came into my
head was, Sally will be sure to shy. But
slowed her down and petted her and
1t was a narrow shave. Sally was ner-
vous and | couldn't blame her.
~
"And this morning when | had her
down on the beach and we were riding
under the bathers life lines, where the
poles reach away up ont of the water
at low tide, Sally couldn't believe the
ropes were high enough fer her TO dodge
uAler, and she went bobblng and ducking
dies like a rabbit with fox al his heels
Then. before she got over her tnntrum
an excursion crowd came ashore, and you
should have seen her jerk and wriggle az
the children scattered over the beach. and
paw the ground like pony. Sally was
afraid of all that rabble.
i suppose so much beach riding Is bad
for ones nickel" said the girl all In white
In matter-of fact tone.
YES" admitted the Roman scarf girl;
but Sally is aa fond of the water as |
am. She splashed me all over Just few
minutes ago because she would run in
the edge of the surf suppose she gets
hot and tired But come. you're not 60
ing to lounge under this tent all day
The girl all in white rose to her feet,
q plump blonde figure. also In bicycle
dress-white pique skirt much inlet with
insertion, sheer white lawn waist. white
stockings and low shoes. white hat with
gull's wings yelled in lace, as II the bird
were diving through spray. Picking up
her wheel which had fallen In the sand,
she disappeared with the other among
the crowd of those passing backward.
The sky was so blue and the air so clear
that the bathers and the beach promenad-
ers and the bicycle girls made brilliant
picture thrown up on foreground OF
glittering sand and flooded by golden Gun
shine There came girl In blue trunding
her wheel-blue linen skirt quantity decor
ated with broad, oddly shaped bands of
white insertion, sheer blue dimty waist
with white guimpe. little Elton jacket of
blue linen with rounded corners and the
narrowest possible edging Of black velvet
ribbon black velvet belt, flutter of black
at throat and black lace straw hat with
black wings
Stacking her wheel aginst that of her
escort, she sat down just in the shelter of
another beach tent, and Ave minutes later