Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-10-28
THE DAILY SHORT STORY
A Native Type

Why everybody's going. Let's drop in
this afternoon"
The two young women appeared at
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
mystifyng terms.
Never thought of you as rustic
type" remarked one.
why is Dunstan Card the only IA
vored one?' inquired a youth smiling
reprovingly
What does ne mean" demanded Wini-
fred, with displeased bewilderment writ
ten on her piquant face. II don't even
know Dunstan Card"
They passed into the alcove where there
was neatly arranged collection Of snap
shot pictures. \ group of acquaintances
were halted before the gem of the collec-
tion and each one eyed Winifred cur
iously as she approached. The young
woman followed the trail of their shift
ing glances; and, as her eyes fell upon
a picture that was stamped with a dis
turbing familiarity, the hot bushes dyed
her cheeks. There was a young girl with
outstretched arms and hair tossed to the
breeze. Her supple form showed grace
fully against the background of sea and
sky, and her features were radiantly dis
tinct in the morning sunshine A title
was given-"A Water Witch of Cohasset q"
and beneath, in smaller letters, was n
further explanation, "a Native Type" "
For a moment Winifred stood trans
fixed; then she wheeled about on de-
termined heels. Her cheeks were fam
ing and her dark eyes swapping with
anger. Where is Mr.. Dunstan Caird?"
she demanded.
The next instant the artist was re-
rested at the head of the stairway by a
Whirlwind vision. feminine voice was
challenging him. Even in that moment,
Winifred saw that the man had the ap-
pearance of a gentleman and was, in
fact, puzzled at her attack.
Il am Miss Bowers. You have my
picture on exhibition. How dare you
make a laughing stock of me?"
why, II never" began the artist,
but Winifred flashed out anew.
"It is my picture. ! remember that day
well. You must have been spying some
where around. II must be removed at
once, Mr.. Caird"
"Oh, my Cohasset picture" said Dun
stan Card, thoughtfully. 81 beg your
pardon, Miss Bowers. / recognize you
now. But ] thought l was snapping-er,
we'll"
"A native type" reminded Winifred.
Her veXation was subsding beneath the
courtesy and the evident chagrin of the
good-looking offender. He. I'm turn, gazed
long at her and a slow smile broke over
his countenance. This handsome, stylish
young woman could never be mistaken
for a rural belle.
THE picture shall come down at once, "
he declared. II cannot tell YOU how
sorry | am Tor my blunder But don't
think me impertinent, Miss Bowers. An
artist Of the camera is apt to make per-
manent any scene that pleases him.
well into your hands"
II was an appeased and demure young
woman who received her cousin Jack
and his friend. Mr. Card of Philadel-
phla, that evening. The artist had
brought with him a small. square pack
age. which he placed in Winifred's hands
with a low. humble bow. THE Water
! Witch OF Cohasset" he explained, meek
ly.. Am / forgiven2"
Three months later a brunette Young
woman smartly dressed In broadeloth and
furs posed before the camera OF an artist
from Philadelphia.
This is for my private collection re.
marked Dunstan Card "Can you aug.
gest itting title, Winifred?"
"Surely, smiled the girl. teasingly
why not "A Native Type DunstanY''
That's IL" cried the artist, unabashed
"A Native Type Of Manhattan taken by
Dunstan Card"
Taken by Dunstan Caird-surelyr
Even as Winlfred murmured the signif.
cant words she was caught In an eager
/ loving embrace. and their laughter min,
! gled joyOusly But then, already thei
enlightenment had been announced; ant
their plans for honeymoon included
trip 10 Cohasset.
Copz~lsht. 1915.