The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1904-07-03
4 SUMMERS TALE
OF A SUMMER GIRL.
And Her Nautical Sine
Qua Non.
SHE MAKES A TRAIN
An Exciting Story Told by a Big Broth
er Who Overcame Difficulties
But Could Not Quite
Rule His Tenn
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If there be one thing more than an
other about the charming inexplica-
bilities of a pretty woman that is of
extra mysterious import to the grosser
masculine Imagination. it is the sub
tie quality of mind that will enable
her on the beach to entrance the eye
with garb of which on higher
ground she will almost shy the men
ton. There is a naivete about
feminine bathing suit in actual use
that is irresistible; provided that its
wearer be fair, the tout Ell
semble is one whose beauty is its best
excuse, whose modesty is innate and
Incompatible beside the Straight
'front.' patterns in which it's devotee is
wont to tread mincing inland way.
Pointing the inconsistency, the fol-
lowing dialogue, sketch, storiette, what
you will-which has at least the one
virtue of being literally true to life
( concerning the departure of one or
| these nymphs for the open sea, came
to me from the brother whose whiting
collar still testified, even as he told
the story both to the truthfulness or
| the tale and his own valiant exertions.
which are herewith set forth as simply
as may be:
Phyllis was supposed to be taking
the train for Morehead, said he, and
| and the Pater were both on hand
to see her off Sis was to take the
4:50 down and the Pater was go
ing away on the Seaboard which, be-
ing just about an hour late, was due
to pull out at the same time. Well,
we-the Pater and I-promenaded
about until 4:40, and then the Pater
began to get nervous. He makes II 4
f1 rIo nm
thirty seconds before train time, but
he hates to see anybody else get tius-
trated-maybe it runs in the blood.
At any rate, at 4:40. l commenced
telephoning for Sis and / kept the
wires hot until 4:48 without result,
other than to learn that she had left
the house thirty minutes before.
All this time the Pater was
dancing a can-can of impatience and,
to add to our nervous worry. both his
| train and the one that Sis was to take,
| had backed under the shed in the
meanwhile. Still Phyllis had not turn
ed up, but, as came out of the bag
gage room. l ran plump into her,
| backed UP in the shade of the station
in earnest conversation with young
| man whose initials are p. ID. Q.-and,
except with the tender sex, that is ali
| that is fast" about him. By Phyllis
own account she had been there for
fifteen minutes! Now, wouldn't that
Jar your
You bet 1 didn't waste any time in
| breaking up that tete-a-tete; and,
while I signalled the Pater to hold
| the train, Phyllis and l made a dash
for the baggage room to check her
trunk; when suddenly she exclaimed:
my bathing suit! It's in the car
rlage!"
] toll you, there was hustling then.
| tyNI-- r. 1an
| and his craVat had come undone, ana
his face was red with the exertion or
steering clear Of profanity. As /
went off in a rush. / saw him out or
| the tail of my eye gesticulating mad
| ly at two baggage men, who We're
| adding 20 the infantry fire OF PHYLLIS.
| CALCULATIONS by repeated remarks con-
cerning their inability TO get the trunk
on board
| When / returned triumphant wi
the nautical superfiuity-but still, sll
! qua non--I saw a Wild-eyed Phyil
| bending over an open SatcheI, Whll
| the waiting room floor for yard an
| half circle was Uttered With dress
ing sacks, silver mounted hook-ons
fligree toilet articles, papers of pins
| bottles powders and smelling salts. Al
I entered, the Pater cast one COM
| passionate glance in my direction,
threw a twenty-dollar bill Mt Phyllis.
and went off at a ten second clip Tor
the rear coach of his already moving
| train. / saw the Pullman porter haul
| him aboard, saw the conductor and
baggage man and brakeman Of Phil
lis train jumping up and down in an
impatient horn-pipe while the engi-
neer waved his arms and people put
their heads out the windows and
then
my ticket isn't here!" sobbed
Phyllis, and turned the satchel up
side-down.
"Get that trunk on the train." I
shouted to the negro porter, giving
him quarter and a kick si1nultane-
ouSly.
A habit of obedience sent him away
and Phyllis and l started after him
frantically, putting brushes and combs
and what-not into a yawning grip that
/ tried ineffectually to close as we ran.
AS we went down the shed at a gallop,
l felt dripping sensation that
brought with it a weird and yet fa-
miliar odor; and, as we mounted the
car steps, little drops percolated
through the bottom of the grip:
had squeezed too tightly and three
bottles had broken, to-wit: camphor,
almond cream and whiskeyi
oh! said Phyllis, "I'd rather die
than goi'
Either alternative is impersonaI
] to me-" said I, getting hefty, $50
you don't compromise on remaining
! here"
/ "Get me seat" demanded Phyllis.
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