The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-01-18
4 NATIVE TYPE
~ ELLA RANDALL PEARcE.

ing shook out & dainty blue bathing
suit
How does thh strike you. Aunt
Prtscilla?" she asked, holdir the gar
u3eut against her slim figure, and LOOK
ting across the room with prim lips
bat eyes dancing with. mischief.
The elderly woman in rocking
chair by the window stared cfiticeuy.
IT some pieces were sewed on top
and bottom, ttd look tolerably ike
dreeA" she commented. !
why, there's more to It than 10
most Of the bathing salts worn on
the beach this summer" laughed WIZ
fired
DO you mean to tell me you've been
wearing that thing. every day, nsn'
afore all those folks? Winifred bow
ers,srm ashamed Of you"
But you won't mind II put 1t on
again today, where there's nobody 70
see! I'll even sneak out by way OK
the back door, Aunt Priscilla"
Half an hour later Winifred was
making her way across the fields tnat
separated her aunt's garden from the
sea. She must travel quarter OK
a mile to reach the little old bathine
house which was one of few tnat
dotted the lonely shore.
Stepping from the doorway aftef
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 rye been besieged all
summer-oh, l 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,
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.
wonder If could get her for type!"
He hesitated; then made his way
, cautiously behind the scrubby growth
until he reached a point Of vantage.
The girl on the sands was blissfully
, unconscious.
When Winifred reappeared after her
F, 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
I'd her from all sides.
How did you manage it-after such
q strenuous season. asked one OF her
Intimate friends. You're looking as
fresh as the proverbial daisy. while
the rest of US are positively faded 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 a Photographic exhibit
A friend Of Jack's-a Mr.. Card, from
Philadelphia, is the star artist. You
know Jacks a camera fiend. and he's
also a member of the society; SO III
have to take this In"
You mean at the Institute gallery7
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 mystifying
terms.
They passed into the alcove where
there was neatly arranged collec'
tfon Of snapshot pictures. A group OF
acquaintance were halted before the
gem Of the collection and each one
eyed Winifred curiously as she ap
preached. There was a young girl with
ousstretched 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 vas given-"A Native
Type"
For a moment Winifred stood
: transfixed before the betraying photo
graph.
The next instant Dunstan Card. the
artist, was arrested at the head of thu
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 m,
! picture on exhibition. How dare 20,
: make laughing stock Of me?"
: why. IL never" began the az
list, but Winifred flashed out anew.
1T is my picture. | remember tina
e day wen. You must have been spyinI
somewhere around. It must be r.
: moved at once, Mr.. Card"
Y THE picture shall come down a
l. once" he declared. 81 cannot teI
:, you how sorry am for my blunder.
t Three months later brunette yuun
woman smartly dressed in broadclot
and furs posed before the camera c
an artist from Philadelphia.
This is fer my private collection
remarked Dunstan Card. Can yo
suggest fitting title Win.freds"
r. Surely" smiled mo pirl ,c,,;,,-,