Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-10-28

Ah jlNif RED, rising from the depths OF
w the capacious trunk she was unpack-
ing, shook out dainty blue bathing suit.
How does this strike you, Aunt Prs-
cilla? she asked. holding the garment
against her slim figure and looking across
the room with prim lips but eyes dancing
with mischief.
The elderly woman in rocking chair
by the window stared critically. "lf
some pieces were sewed on top and bot
tom 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 Winifred
do you mean to tell me you've been
wearing that thing, every day, right
afore all those folks? Winifred Bowers
I'm ashamed of you!'
But you won't mind IL | put it on
again today, where there's nobody to see i?
III even sneak out by way of the back
door, Aunt Priscilla, so as not to shock
you-and Napoleon" She pointed to the
large, dignified cat on the window sill
and smoothed the silky folds of the gar
ment she held. II must have one more
dip before l return to town. The water
Is warm yet, and the air is splendid to-
day"
Half an hour later Winifred was maxi
ing her way across the fields that sepa-
rated ner auntS garden from the sea.
This was quite different from her usual
manner of taking a briny bath. At Mar
ragansett Pier she had dressed herself in
her room at the hotel, and. enfolded in
long cape, had stepped from the plank
walk into the water. Now she must
travel a quarter of a mile to reach the
little old bathing house which was one
of few that dotted the lonely shore
Stepping from the doorway after hav-
ing attiTed herself for her swim. Wini-
fred paused TO look over the autumnal
scene. There were no hotels or cottages
in sight, no crowded boardwalk, no fash
ionable onlookers; but, as she paused, the
girl was conscious of rare exhilaratton.
The heavlng sea rolled in on the
sparkling sands in wild yet sportive free
dom; beyond the scrubby trees on the
other side OF the beach stretched green
marshes; I'm the distance, a picturesque
lighthouse crowned a rocky cliff. Wini-
fred outfiung her arms and drew long
breath.
Isn't il good to be really alone! After
the way I've been besieged all summer
oh. could shout for Joy at 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 soli-
tary figure on the beach beyond. There's s
one of the natives in bathing" he re-
fieeted, shifting the small camera he was
carrying 81 wonder II l could get her
for a type. She'd be shy. of course, II
L were to ask her. Probably she'd run
away II she saw me-"
He hesitated then made his way
cautiously behind the scrubby growth
until he reached point OF vantage. The
girl on the sands was blissfully uncon-
scious. She took a few lively steps;
then shook back her loosened hair. up
lifted her face. and stretched out her
1.-the arms. One moment she held the
charming pose; then turned and plunged
into the inviting waves that foamed
above the dartlng, blue-clad form.
When winifred reappeared after her
swim, there was no one else on the
beach and the girl went toward her
aunts cottage, singing gayly as she
went.
Rested and rejuvenated by her brief so
iourn In the little old fashioned village,
Winifred Bowers appeared among her
town friends. Wondering comments and
compliments greeted her from all sides.
"How did you manage it-after such
strenuous season. asked one OF her
Intimate friends. You're looking as
rest OF US are positively jaded and Will
nave 20 rest up before the winter fes-
tivitios Begin
~ feel equal 20 anything," laughed
xVintfred "And. by the way, here are
tickets for a Photographic exhibit, A
hsrs1 >f Jacks-a Mr.. Card, from Phila'
delrhll, Is the star artist You know
Jacks a camera nend, ana he's also q
member Of the society; so IN have te
cYo cYou mean at the Institute gallery