The Pulaskian., 1917-01-26
4 NATIVE TYPE
By ELLA RANDALL PEARcE.
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the capaeious trunk she was unpack- ing, shook out a 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 rocking chair by the window stared critically. If some pieces were sewed on top and bottom, it'd look tolerably like 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 those folks? Winifred Bow CTS, I'm ashamed of you!"
 But you won't mind If I put it on again today, where there's nobody to see? I'll even sneak out by way of the back door, Aunt Priscilla
 Half an hour later Winifred 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 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 it good to be really alonel After the way I've been besieged all summer-oh, I 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. T 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 viii 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 B strenuous season." asked one of her 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"
 q feel equal to anything, laughed Winifred. And, by the way, here are tickets for photographic exhibit. A friend of Jacks MT Caird, from Philadelphia, is the star artist You know Jacks a camera fiend, and he's also a member of the society; so I'll have to take this in"
 You mean at the Institute gallery? Why, eyerybody'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 nF fnin nF and express themselves in mystifying terms.
 They passed into the alcove where there was neatly arranged collec- ton of snapshot pictures. A group of acquaintances were 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 given-"A Native Type"
 For moment Winifred stood transfxed before the betraying photo graph.
 The next instant Dunstan Caird, the artist, was arrested at the head of the stairway by a 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.
 T am Miss Bowers. You have my picture on exhibition. How dare you make laughing stock of mel"
 Why, I-I never-a began the ar tist, but Winifred flashed out anew.
 Tt is my picture. I remember that day well. You must have been spying somewhere around. It must be re- moved at once, Mir. Caird"
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