Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-09-30

How does this strike you Aunt
Priscilla?" she asked, holding the gar
ment against her eiEn hgurc, aid
looking 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 places were sewed on top
and bottom. It'd look tolerably like a
diesa" she commented.
"WF'sy there's more to ii than TO
nof1iN the bathing suits worn OF.
ths6Ie bach this summer" laughed
i you mean 70 tell me you've
- wearing that thing, every day.
a sfore all those folks? W nifred
fefs, I'm ashamed of you'll
Ia, vol wcrt mind if | pli. 1t )n
Ein today, where there's no1ody 10
al. DI'il even steak out by. way of
fiulgl-z acis door, Aunt Priscilla, 50 rs
an6 Ito shock 70 land Napoleon. % :
~ IFnted to the large, dlSnsiiei sat On
- Il Aindow sill sn. s,llQo lied the
choyli, folds of TIT garment she. held,
'asT must have one more dip before
e9eturn to town. The water is warm
.yvet. and the air is splendid today.
I Half an hour later Winifred was
rnaking her way across the fields
v\that Separated her aunt's garden
"
Aent from her usual manner or
king a briny bath. At Narragai1-
1T Pier she had dressed herself in
sr room at the hotel and, enfoided
Am a long cape, mad stepped from the
.Aplank walk into the water. Now she
xmust travel quarter OF mile 10
reach the little old bathing house.
F6yhich was one of few that dotted
a the lonely shore.
VI Prnf7 fhn doorway after
having alfred herself for her swim,
Y Winifred paused to look over the
I autumnal scene. There were no
hotels or cottages in sight, no
DIVIDED boardwalk, no fashionable
) nl.okefs: but, as she paused, the
~ was conscious of rare exhil-
I'D Aig sands in wild yet sportiye
hats, beyond the scrubby trees
VII other side OF the beach
& 1 green marshes; in the dis
Il picturesque lighthouse
bot \ a rocky cliff. Winifred out
q Ter arms and drew a long
ops it good to be really alone.
b. the way I've been besleged all
1mmer--oh, could shout for JOY at
4(lhe very bigness of it all.
"A there. Coming down the winding
Plpath that led from the lighthouse a
Imam stopped as he caught sight OF
me solitary figure on the beach be-
48nd. There's one of the natives in
Ang," he reflected, shifting the
camera he was carrying. Il
ZIer IL could get her for type.
ia be shy. of course. IL were to
her. Probably she'd run away II
saw me-"
~ He hesitated. then made his way
kcautiously behind the serubpy
growth until he reached point of
Vantage. The girl on the sands was
lily unconscious. She took a,
lively steps. then shook back
loosened hair, uplifted her face
stretched out her 1.-THE arms.
moment she held the charming
ethep turned ?n plunged INTO
WHITING waves that foanled
e 1arting blue-clad form.
Winifred reappeared after
swim, there was no one else on
beach, and the girl went toward
aunts cottage. singing gayly as
went.
Rested and rejuvenated by her
lief sojourn in the little. old
fashioned village. Winifred Bowers
kappeared among her town friends.
IVY OnQeTlnS COInilculS anu Cuuipii-
Aents greeted her from all sides.
How did you manage it--after
yuch strenuous season." asked one
il her intimate friends. you're
boxing as fresh as the proverbial
isy. while the rest of us are posi-
Rely faded and will have to rest up
fare the winter festivities Begin
IT feel equal to anything" laughed
&aifred. And, by the way. here
tickets for a Photographic ex-
fbit. A friend of Jack s--a Mr..
aird, from Philadelphia, is the star
rtist You know Jacks a camera
nd. and he's also member of the
81 ! so I'll have to take this in"
mean at the Institute gal
ghy, eve.ybody's going. Let's
I'd 4 this afternoon"
The two young women appeared at
n 1be Photographic exhibit together.
From the first Winifred was un-
easily copscious of something strange
in the attitude OF her friends. They
would greet her; look at her with
varying def vees of suspicion or
amusement. and express themselves
- raystifying terms,
Nevef thought of you as rustic
remarked one.
NIX is Dunstan Card the only
fay ored{ one?' inquired youth,
smiling raprovingly.
what does he mean?" demanded
Winifred, with displeased bewilder-
ment written on her piquant face. Il
don't even know Dunstan Card"
They passed into the alcove where
there was a neatly arranged collec-
ton of snapshot pictures. A group
of acquaintance were halted before
the gem of the collection and each
one eyed Winifred curiously as she
approached. That young woman fol-
yfbWed the trail Of their shifting
glances;- and, as her eyes fell upon a
picture that was stamped with a dis
furbing familiarity, the hot bushes
jyed her cheeks. There was a young
sirl with outstretched arms and hair
t,ssed to the breeze. Her supple
forln showed gracefully against the
background of sea and sky, and her
feature were radiantly distinct in
the morning sunshine. A title was
set and beneath in smaller letters
was further explanation, "A Native
For moment winifred stood
trausfixed before the betraying pho
lntograph; then she wheeled about on
determined heels. Her cheeks were
tanning and her dark eyes swapping
With anger. Where is MIR. Dunstan
saird?' she demanded.
The next instant the artist was ar
ssted at the head of the stairway
BY o whirlwind vision. A feminine
Voice was challenging him. Even in
that moment Winifred saw that the
y man had the appearance of a gentle
man and was, IN fact. puzzled at her
tack.
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