The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1914-11-17
A NATIVE TYPE
BY ELLA RANDALL peARce.

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Copyright. 1914, by the La Sale Extern
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Winifrad, rising from the depths Of
the capacious trunk she was unpacks
ing, shook out dainty blue bathing
suit. ,...--------------..-.--.==.---
How does this strike you, Aunt
Pyjscilla?" she asked. holding the gar.
ment against her im:Agurs and looks
INF across thS room with prim lips
but eyes. dancing with mischief. (
SThe elderly woman in q rocking
chair by the window stared critically.
IF some pieces were sewed on top
and bottom, tia look tolerably like q
dress" she commented.
"Why, there's more to It than to
most Of the bathing suits worn on
the beach this summer" laughed Win.
| fired
do you mean to tell me you've been
wearing that thing. every day, right
afore all those folks? Winifred Bow
ers, I'm ashamed Of you'll" 81.
but you won't mind II put II on
again today, where there's nobody to
see? I'll even sneak out by way OF
the back door. Aunt Priscilla"
Half an hour later Winifred was
making her way across the fields that
separated her aunt's garden from the
sea. She must travel quarter Of
o mile to reach the little old bathing
house which was one of q few that
dotted the lonely shore. 4
Stepping from the doorway after
having attired herself for her swim.
Winifred paused to look over tho
autumnal scene. g =
isn't It good to be really alonel
After the way I've been besiesed all
summer-oh, l could shout for Joy a
the very bigness OF 1t ALL" =
But Winifred was not alone even
there. Coming down the winding
path that led from the lighthouse. .
man stopped as he caught sight Of
the solitary figure on the beach be-
yond. There's one Of the natives In
bathing" he reflected, shifting the
small camera he was carrying. II
wonder II could get her for type?'
He hesitated; then made his way
cautiously behind the scrubby growth
until he reached point Of vantage.
The girl on the sands was blissfully
unconscious.
When Winifred reappeared after her
swim, there was no one else on the
beach. az as
Rested and re1uvenAted by her brief
sojourn in the little old.fashioned vii
lage, Winifred Bowers appeared
among her town friends. Wonder.
ing comments and compliments greet,
ed her from all sides.
How did you manage it-after such
Q strenuous season." asked onA-6f her
intimate friends. You're looking az
fresh as the proverbial daisy. while
the rest OF us are positively jaded and
will have to rest up before the winter
festivities begin"
II feel equal to anything" laughed
Winifred. And, by the way. here
are tickets for Photographic exhibit
A friend of Jacks-a Mr.. Card, from
Philadelphia, is the star artist. YOU
know Jacks a camera fiend, and he'i
also q member of the society; 30 III
have to take this In" M
You mean at the Institute gallery
Why. everybody's going. Let's droI
in this afternoon"
The two young women appeared O.
the Photographic exhibit together
From the first, Winifred was uneasil!
conscious OF something strange In thu
attitude Of her friends. They would
greet her; look at her with varying
degrees of suspicion or amusement
and express themselves In mystifyini
terms.
They passed into the .alcove wher'
there was a neatly arranged collec
ton Of snapshot pictures. A group 9
acquaintances were halted before tn
gem OF the collection and each on
eyed Winifred curiously as she ap
preached. There was young girl will
outstretched arms and hair tossed t
the breeze. Her supple form showed
gracefully against the background o
sea and sky. and her featuges wer'
radiantly distinct In the morning sun
shine. A title was given-"A Nativ
Type"
For a moment Winifred stoo'
transfixed before the betraying photo
graph.
The next instant Dunstan Card. tn
artist, was arrested at the head OF tn
stairway by whirlwind vision.
feminine voice was challenging him
Even in that moment, Winifred say
that the man had the appearance OF
gentleman and was in fact, puzzle
at her. attack.
Il am Miss Bowers. You have m
picture on exhibition. How dare 20
make a laughing stock of me?'
4 "Why, IL never" began the al
| fist, but Winifred flashed out anew.
1T Is my picture. | remember tina
4 day we'll. You must have been spyin
somewhere around. IL must be r.