The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1914-10-19
A NATIVE TYPE
BY ELLA RANDALL pEARcE.

the capacious trunk she was unpack.
ling, shook out dainty blue bathing
/ suit.
How does this strike you, Aunt
Priscilla?" she asked, holding the gar
ment against her slim figure, and look
ing across the room with prim lips
but eyes dancing with mischief
The elderly woman in a rocking
chair by the window stared critically.
IF some pieces were sewed on top
and bottom. it'd look tolerably like a
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 thoce folks? Winifred Bow
ers, I'm ashamed Of youl"
But you won't mind II put it on
again today, where there's nobody to
see? I'll even sneak out by way OF
the back door, Aunt Priscilla"
A1dil al uOuf ldttT w iulITtQ was
making her way across the fields that
separated her aunt's garden from the
sea. She must travel a quarter of
a mile TO reach the little old bathing
house which was one of a few that
dotted the lonely shore.
Stepping from the doorway after
having attired herself for her swim,
Winifred paused to look over the
autumnal scene
Isn't 1t good to be really alone!
After the way I've been besieged all
summer-oh, could shout for joy at
the very bigness of it all"
But Winifred was not alone even
there. Coming down the winding
path that led from the lighthouse, a
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. 81
wonder If 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.
Rested and rejuvenated 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
a strenuous season." asked one OF heI
intimate friends. You're looking as
fresh as the proverbial daisy while
the rest of us are positively jaded and
will have to rest up before the winter
festivities begin"
Il feel equal to anything" laughed
Winifred. "And, by the way, here
are tickets for Photographic exhibit
A friend Of Jack's-a Mr.. Caird, from
Philadelphia, Is the star artist. You
know Jacks camera fiend, and he's
also member of the society; SO I'll
have to take this in
You mean at the Institute gallery;
Why, everybody's going. Let's droI
in this afternoon"
The two young women appeared al
the Photographic exhibit together
From the first, Winifred was uneasily
conscious of something strange in the
attitude of her friends. They would
greet her; look at her with varying
degrees Of suspicion or amusement
and express themselves in mystifying
terms.
They passed into the alcove where
there was a neatly arranged collec
tion of snapshot pictures. A group OF
acquaintances we're halted before the
gem of the collection and each one
eyed Winifred curiously as she ap
preached. There was young girl with |
outstretched arms and hair tossed to
the breeze. Her supple form showed |
gracefully against the background of
sea and sky, and her features were |
radiantly distinct in the morning sun
shine. A title was giyen-"A Native |
Type"
For moment Winifred stood
transfxed before the betraying photo
graph.
The next instant Dunstan Card, the
artist, was arrested at the head of the
stairway by whirlwind vision. A
feminine voice was challenging him.
Even in that moment, Winifred saw
that the man had the appearance Of
gentleman and was in fact puzzled
at her attack.
II am Miss Bowers. You have my
picture on exhibition. How dare you
make laughing stock of me?"
'Why, I'll never" began the ar
list, but Winifred flashed out anew.
1T is my picture. remember that
lay we'll. You must have been spying
around. 1t must be re-
moved at once, Mr.. Card"
"The picture shall come down at
,nce," he declared. II cannot tell
you how sorry am for my blunder.p
Three months later brunette young
woman smartly dressed In broadcloth
md furs posed before the camera Of
N artist from Philadelphia.
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