THE TIMES, SUNDAY, AUGUST 11, 1895.
1 -JS 3$i ' M X J$ dainty shell of birch, with Us crimson live who isn't Irresistible. Pretty, slen-
CHVJkP a Sf3 . $ 4&51S ' cushions, as if she were an Indian girl der girls, with brilliant mobile faces
JkEL ,y jfirml -5? 1 &W31, bred to the woods and the -waves. Her seem to be drawn here by instinct, and
S?3? 'MiSSr & $l favorite excursion is to Long Forcu- among them all Miss Julia Dent Grant,
7fyfa&2F& Ji MBk. V3I Pine, whose cleft and caverns give room Col. Fred Grant's beautiful daughter,
2 "''MllStmsi&S 2E& -?9l jJSL for a whole summer's explorations. comes near to being the reigning belle.
I 4$ JltU ''aMxgty J sfc. 8k Jb ' Another expert with the paddles Is Miss Grant is one of the best dressed
I $&S i ft ,' WET' CI, $ (WZl Mrs. John Jacob Astor, who, while she girls at Bar Harbor, as well as one of the
k&S WhfW vyillrwSs r EX t, was here, sometimes handled the dainty prettiest, and her frocks at the Kebo dinner
&? ttffl S--l Sk ' implement Herself and sometimes hand- dances are models of Trench tobto and in-
1 Sk &J Es jA&ZK J ed lt: vcr to nig Thunder, the red genulty. Sweet pea tinted tulle over pale
Q'Qh&cZL vw31233 r. mnn wll ls most eJci)erL of al1 Bar UarDor ' " "
SaSilSvK yy3F f I t braves with the shining blades. Mrs. "is-g
jfm-'h "yVTflfljjfSgE RsW Astor wears dark blue serge when Bhc goes -s l&'
0WJ9m&T? M SH j xgz&Q&y Nf canoeing, tucked up fish wife fashion, over rSy
rWW&JV, tS &)) fev a I,etUcoat r crimson. J$iE$$1(t&ik JS3?-
mLS? Sp'l$ ff W I&& I II 7 Miss Hliikle, of Chicago, has a canoo built l f''&k, l
TSSKfeV i (! .ry F1 7 especially for her, all silvery gray, with tirrrfi C$v
Hs!-" jKjly' S il r tlle slIky burcn outside, all blue and silver 'Ci'55 "
w fts-H I f Mifi3 IIUlle sLs as far as Efre Rock Jjfv I 4Ql
'PvKS -vil 1 lighthouse alone, but not when bhe can bo '5&T - ,"S ' L
nlKSL. . I induced to profit by the muhcle of a bold rSfl'- pSr-v
' SHR n volunteer waterman. '4 VS.
;'J' IMhP. il L ,15 The Bar Harbor canoe ls light and swift, -gjl ll-W J
W . 'WSWS I I nearer the Indian model than any other iSk 'l!
jj I SSMf! pleasure boat used. "With a crinibon para- ;lS:-P!!;'"
fy ''fit I yMJilL I Eo1 at one cud and wullc duck troUfcers at ' v " ---t -- -c
v '&'& I cfVfJis!; T the other, it carries as much summer fun
i SfjPJlSP r ad frolic as a craft can hold BAH HAKBOR GIRLP.
S'fWV J ws?jKSV7' J I Tue be8t ulcvcl r,(lcr al Bar "arbor Is
Jy 7 Mrs- wllUa c l)cl,,iy. of Boston, who is
V JgS'- z I '( ouL ou luc 0ccau ,)rlve or Ba' Drive every
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CANOEING AT BAR HARBOR
How tlie Summer Girl Smiles
on Rocky Mount Desert
BUOKBOAED, GOLF, BIOYOLES
Summer Sports and Well
Known "Women "Who Are
Best at Them.
' Bar Harbor, Aug. 9. This "Eastern Isle
of Bden" makes one think always of scarlet
Btooklngs It J b tradition rrom the days
from CliRmplain discovered "IIsle des
Monts Deserts," or did Mrs. Burton Har
iiMi couple the Ideas in a more recent but
stfil comparatively remote epoch -when she
wrote "Goldenrod" and told cf the daily
dress parade on the piazzas of the Rodick,
wiiere three times a day pretty girlt gather
"u plan exourtJons, abjure fogs, exchange
uovelb and cat chocolate bonbons," all
TvHIi "tle most dellghftul liberality in the
dtejrtay of scarlet Etockings, which, with
high-heeied fclippcrs and sparkling buckles,
are tcattered over the verandas like pop
ples In a field?"
Mrs. Burton Harrison ls Btill here, and
Jlodlok is still here, the scarlet etockings
are still here; everything Is the same, and
yet everything Is changed. The "fish
pond" of the Rodick, as the office of this
famous hotel used to be called, because
suoh tempting bait was here available, and
to many golden fish were caught by fair
girl anglers, is not quite the rendezvous of
old. It wah in the "fish pond" that Tred
Gebhard met MIra Lulu Morrib, now Mrs
Gcbhard, and it was the possibilities of
the fihh pond" that made the original
cummer girl, if the summer girl ever had
an original, fcigh, "Better three hours of
Mount Desert than three seasons of New
Tori:;" but though there are still scarlet
petticoats and bcarlet umbrellas, and
though the buckboard and the canoe are in
the! r glory , Bar Harbor has become, almost
as much as Xewport, a cottage city.
Money has destroyed tho quaint
yellow, red and brown-unted fish
er village huddled on the coast of
$JiSr- H M
"Tho gray and thunder-fimiltcn pile
which marks afar the Desert Isle." But
money has built palace "cottages" which
are In better taste than Newport's because
bomething of the gay freedom of the life
baa got into their architecture and made
them lit better -with their background of
pine-covered crags and their foreground
of blue waters and fairy islands Money
has anchored a fleet of pleasure yachts in
the harbor side by tide with the fishing
smacks and the birch canoes, and withal
money has not yet driven away the paint
ers, the fetudents, the professors the would
be boys again, and all the merry band of
vacationers who wear stout shoes, dress
like (artistic) tramps and live like gods to
gether Uirough long days of glorious sun
shine in this crystal atmosphere.
The Bar Harbor girl sits on the rocks.
The worldisfamiliarwith thatfact. Before
she leaves h ome she plans h ersu miner ward
robe to be effective agalnste a rock Tho
best rocks are along the shore walk. In
front arc the black masses of tho bald por
cupine, against which the spray dashes
white, and behind is the foam-wet shrub
bery that hides this multi-millionaires
palaces Perched upon a Jutting ledge, in
the fullsunshine. for a rich tawny brownskin
is as much the standard of beauty hero
as in the Marquesas, is a girl in pale green
duck, with scarlet blouse and scarlet pop
ples nodding on her big picture hat A near
let sash ih folded Into a close belt about her
waist and tied with long floating ends be-
Golfing nt Kelbo Valley Club House.
hind. That hat, by the way, Is of green
shirred muslin, airy and dainty enough for
a garden party There are water colors
handy and a book, but Miss Morton, for it
ls the eldest daughter of the Governor of
Xew York whom onehnacaughfrocking,"
Bay A young man lies at her feet in such
comfort as young men can take upon rocks,
and a little beyond is a blonde girl all in
white, from the dancing plume of her white
organdie hat to the toe of her little white
shoe. Her white organdie dress stirs with
every puff of wind thntplaya with the curls
of her red gold hair.
Rocking by moonlight Is more chilly
and more sentimental. The warning light
In the tower of Egg Rock lighthouse
chines like a star upon the horizon. The
waters are still, save for the flash of a
canoe paddle or the refrain of a boat
ing song. The cry of a loon sounds from
overhead like the shriek of a lust soul
going out with the tide. Presently the
fog settles down damp and dark, taking
the curl out of one's hair, and inclining
one to nestle rather closely, for protec
tion only, to the side of the nearest young
man. Thus Jt Is that engagements are
made at Bar Harbor.
Perhaps the best canoeist here ia Mrs.
Frederick Gebhard, who manages her
vy-JMfXV jt '
A Canoo Tarty.
morning in a smart short Bkirt of cheviot,
with blouse and high russet nlioes
Thr most graceful rider is Miss Pauline
Whittle, whose engagement to Almerlo
Hugh Paget does not prcent her taking a
most lively interest in the n heel In a white
serge costume with blue facings, or in trim
fitting black, with touches or white here
and there, she ls invariably one of the most
picturesque figures that spin past the bold
mountain barriers or through the pictur
Miss Alice Webb, daughter of Dr Seward
Webb, ls another of Bar Harbor's devotees
of the wheel Coasting down the hilly
Eagle Lake road, under the spruces and the
cedars, she ls very pretty to look upon in
her natty dress of blue duck with black and
The bicycle flower drill of a few daya
ago was one of the most piquant events
of the season. Twenty-five or thirty v heels
were in lino and the most fancifully deco
rated waB ridden by a Baltimore girl in a
long, dark fikirt, with enormous bunches
of nasturtiums hanging by gay ribbons
from the handle bar.
Out at the links . f the Kcbo Talley club
house they play golf because they like it,
and not, as at Newport, becauso they are
"faddy." Kebo is an ideal, country club
set around with green hills. The gold course
is too Emooth, according to English Ideae,
but the summer men in checked tweed
Knickerbockers and Highland gaiters, and
the bummer girls in blue duck and scarlet
linen swing their Eticks as zealously aa if
life depended on long drives and keeping
well up with the ball.
Mrs. W. Seward Webb is the best golfer
among the women who have been over the
links this cummer. She wcara a tartan
plaid blouse and a short black skirt looks
as if Bhe meant businef s and makes scores
worthy of record every day.
Mrs. John Jacob Astor is a good goffer
also, but is benteu by Miss Rockefeller,
perhaps the richest heiress in America. This
much envied young woman appears on the
links with her fiance, Mr. narold McCor-
"StaIlwooa,,, Mrs. James G. Blaine's
mlck of Chicago; she in white duck, he
ditto; and whether thoy make recordB or
not, there is always the ecent of the wild
rosea and tho red raspberries, and the
flicker of the sun through tho birch trees
to make life fairer and fuller of enjoyment.
The girl who drives at Bar Harbor may
have a smart little trap, but sho is much
more apt to handle the lines from the front
seat of a buckboard. The roads arc bo hilly
that tho Mount Desert buckboard, one of
the handsomest and most comfortable
vehicles in America, has been evolved. Mlsa
Helen Brlce, while on her viBlt from New
port, showed her abdity to govern even a
five-seated buckboard. Miss Morton and
Miss Garland are good drivers, but the es
sence of -Jollity in "Eden" though I don't
need the quotations, for such iB the truly
name of tho township is attained only
when the buckboard has three on a Beat
with a strong man at tho reins, and goes
tearing up hill and down, through woods
rich in tho balsam of fir and pine trees to
some bold summit, where one can dismem
ber cold chicken and eat anchovy sand
wiches as ono looks down 2,000 feet of
precipiqe into the chafing ocean. A
crimson xug or a nig crimson umbrella ia
a peculiarly effective "property" to
. bring to a picnlo of this order, and against
1 such a background the summer girl doesn't
lJVEH.'- VCA iSl 9V?V. t
plnk silk has been one of her recent suc-
cessess. Pale can.irytullo with goldenrod
garnitures was another and decidedly
Mrs. Potter Talmer'a toilets are wor
thy of remarks everywhere and always.
Last Saturdav night at Kebo she wore a
Dresden patterned silk flounced with
black lace, and with a black laco bertha
to the low bodice. At a recent dinner she
wore a soft Wattenu satm, with black
velvet and Jet , garnitures At a small
luncheon sho wore black nccordeon-plaited
muslin, with no Adornment, but bunches
of Bweet peas, v-j"
At Kebo jeatorday Mrs. Levi P. Mor
ton woro soft, ,uidreEsed black 6atin.
Miss Morton worerwhito corded sllk with
broad satin ribbons Miss Mary Harri
son, of Philadelphia, who has some claims
to the belleship, wore shadowy India mus
lin over silk of soJ delicate a tint as to
suggest the flush df pink,"rather than to
force attention tpithe color Mrs John
Minturn woro Persian mauve silk and
Mrs Morris K. Jerslp black acoardeon
plaited muslin, trimmed with white lace
edgings and with a-wbite lace collar.
Beautiful Stauwood la open, but one
sees little of Mrs. James G. Blaine. Mrs
llurton Harrison, too, lives very quietly
at the "Sea Urchins," Joseph Pulitzer,
owner of the Iew xurk World, hus spent
more money than one would like to count
improving "Chatwold," an enormous place,
all turrets and towers. On Ogden's Polut
George W. Vanderbilt is lavishing money
without stint on his estate, Point d'Ar
cadla. But what matter summer palaces or
frocks for the German when sumac flames,
when tall grasses bend beneath their
weight of brlntnge, when giant brakes
spread out their lajers of green, and when
under the shoulder of huge rocks drift
wood fires burn close to the surf, which
swirls up between black and frowning
walls? Here is a stretch of beach glitter-
Miss Pauline Whitney.
ing with the green species of sea urchins,
there a pool filled with starfish and starry
anemones. The red and gray and purple
of the rocks blend with indescribable mel
lowness, and, take it all in all, one needs
not people when one sees Bar Harbor's
charms of cliff and sea, and needs not na
ture when one sees Bar Harbor's pretty
girls. ELIZA PUTNAM HEATON.
Clara You've heard me speak of youug
Mr. Bagster, haven't you?
Maud Oh, yea. l
Clara Do you know , the f ello w has fallen
in lovo with rael
Maud Has he said anything?
Clara Oh, no.
Maud Aro you eure?
Clara Yes, iiuleed. I can tell by so many
ways. I know he is on the eve of proposing,
and yet diffidence hqlda him back.
Maud What arc you going to do accept
him? ' 8
Clara Mercy C no. That's what troubles
me. He's nhje, and all that, but I know I
could never love him, and certainly never
would consent to niarry him. Yet I don't
want him to think I am a coquette.
Maud I nee. 'What you want to do is to
atop him where he is.
Clara Exactly. Can you suggest a way?
Maud Certainly. Send him to see me.
An TJnromantlo "View of It.
"Do you believe in the transmigration
of soula, Mr. Oldbatch?" asked Mies Birdie
"Certainly I do. Whenever a man goes
down on his knees before a woman to beg
for her heart or her hand, or possibly hoth,
T am suro ho possesses the soul of a camel,
that goes down on his kneeB bo that heavy
burdena can be placed on his back," re
plied the cynical old pessimist. Texaa
Attacked Lady What more do you want?
I have given you all my Jewelry and money.
Highwayman Havo you do more gold or
silver about you? Let me aee your teeth.
FEAIL BAEKS, YOU ENOW, AEE
GEEAT MATCH MAKEES.
Young" Paget Courted Miss Whit
ney in One on the
Canoeing must hereafter take an import
ant place in summer amusements, and par
ticularly in such ones as refer to the summer
heiress and the bait by which she is caught.
Indeed, the more womanish pastimes must
step back while canoeing comes to the
It waB going up the Nile in a canoe that
youngAlmerlc Hugh Paget, of Englaud,
won the heart of Miss Pauline Whitney, of
America, one of this country's most noted
The Nile stories, like all othcra pertain
ing to that btream ever since Mosea and the
bulrushes, has different versions. One is
that Misi Whitney and Mr. Paget canoed in
opposite ends of the boat until patience
ceased to be a virtue, and Mr. Paget threw
away his paddle and declared himself.
Another is that Mr. Paget was not In the
canoe at all, but that he remained with the
party on shore, which included Mr. Whitney,
Mr. Pane, the rich Western uncle of Miss
Pauline, and those interesting boy brothers,
while Miss Pauline with boine girl friends
took a small Egjptian canoe, with a paddle
at each end, and started up stream. They
paddled. all the morning, and when they
tame back so lively a description did they
give of their morning that young Paget be
came jealous of the wooden canoe and ac
cubeil Miss Pauline of forgetting him for
a senseless thing like that.
Explanations followed and the engage
ment was announced to the party ere the
Spnlnx of the Nile was bidden adieu. But
like the Sphinx the party were to be
speechless until bidden to talk. However,
actions spoke so much louder than words
that the engagement has just been told
abroad to the world a season too soon, but
none too early for people to know, as the
marriag occurs In the autumn. This la one
story of canoe life this season.
At Bar Harbor, -ih"ro Miss Whitney is
summering, canoeing isone of the most pop
ular sports. Thre are small inlets where
tho canoe can glide wbt jther craft will
not penetrate easily, and into these the in
teresting ioung woman, her five-year-old
sister, to whom she hna been a mother, and
two friends paddle daily Miss Whitney's
friends are two English girls, relatives of
the Paget family, of which sho will soon be
a member herself, thouth she will live in
St. Paul, tho city of Mr. Pnget's adoption.
Canoeing as a girl's pastime is prettier
than rowing, as it gives a better exercise
to the arms and chest The paddler stands
upright in the end of the boat and moves the
paddlo in swift back strokes, like sweeping
a room, only a littlo blower and deeper in
stroke, and the canoe moves on quickly.
THE HARTE SISTERS.
The t rick of paddling must ba teamed from
the Indians, a ho can steiipon a board and
with an oar send the rude craft in any di
rection, moving through the water faster
than a naphtha launch. But tho average
girl canoer does not attempt to do more
thau moa her boat through the water at a
moderate speed, while the steering is done
by a rudder, managed by a companion in the
other end of the canoe There arc Indian
guides "who make a business of teaching
Two of the best canoers in the world are
tho daughters of Bret Harte. Jessamy
Harte, the artist daughte"r, is so skillful
w ith tho paddle that she islooked upon with
suspicion by the mothers of daughters who
aro scary about allowing their girls to go
upon tho waves w ith the narte girls. But
Brot Harte isn't afraid. He sajs his girls
are smart enough to look out for themselves.
Not long ago they paddled across a rough
stream, went around a rocky projection,
landod, pulled the canoe ashore, climbed an
"inaccessible" mountain, stuck a flag up
there, and vound up by paddling back in
time for supper.
There are different kinds of canoes.
Tho American Canoe Association boosts
a largo number of "absoclate members,"
wives and bisters and sweethearts of
malo members, who accompany them to
their annual meets. And here every sort
of a canoo is found. The men for tho most
part prefer a canoe with sails and elaborate
seafaring apparatus, but the women who
go along and who take their own canoes
much prefer paddles to sails. If they are
going to use frails they prefer the cat-boat,
which has all tho sails wauted. But when
(Bketchea by a girl artist "Who la
they aro canoeing they like to paddle their
canoe, not sail it.
Tho women canoeists always have a small
settlement of their own, usually called
out of regard to the early women canoeists,
"Squaw Point," and here, nestled up as
close to the men's elbows as the laws of the
association permit, they camp out, cook
their own rations and paddle their canoes
in tho waters alongside tho men.
MISS CLEVELAND CANOES.
A gray-haired and rather stout canoeist
is Mlsa Roso Elizabeth Cleveland ,sl3ter of
tho President, and 6ho enjoys going alone.
Her favorite spot ls along the Massachusetts
coast, where she has relatives. She canoes
In very fashionable dress , despite all that
la said about her "niannishness."
A very pretty little canoeist is "Jennie"
Langtry, christened Jeanne, the daughter
of the Lily, who paddlesher mother easily
and safely through English streams.
There is a pretty yachting story told
oi tue Ducaess or lorK, and as it IB a
true one in all its details, adds much to her
charms. The Duchess, be It known, is a
great seawoman. Sho doea not suffer from
seasickness, like the poor queen, nor does
she go dinnerless during her voyage, like
the Princess of Wales. She is such an
Inveterate lover of the water, that she
remains upou the waves as long as pos
sible, declining to cross tho gang-plank
while any pleasant companion remains
aboard, and once on land she looks around
for means to get back upon tLo water.
Just after her marriage, while she and
Prince Georg were traveling around to
let people get a view of them, they
stopped at a beautiful place up the Thames,
where tho inhabitants had gathered to
gether a very large and handsome loving
cup to be presonted as a bridal gift. Know
ing the princess' passion for tho water,
they had also placed at her disposal a large,
bulky, pondersome, though oxpenEive,
canoe, warranted not to overturn, for her
daily exercise upon the water. One day
a lady in attendance, without whom
royalty cannot travel, even upon a bridal
tour, suggested a canoo race. "The
ladies of X are going to race this after-
noou for your amusement," said ebc, adding,
"and it would be a source of Infinite
pleasure to them if you would race also,
though this ls asking a great deal."
"Not at all," replied the princess,
laughingly.- "But I shall not race! I
could beat them all easily, even with that
ponderous craft, and not for the world
would I hurt the feelings of euch good
people." So the ladies raced, and the
bniiling princess applauded.
A ROYAL PADDLER.
When Eulalle was here sho could not
understand why she was not permitted
to go canoeing upon the Chicago lai.es,
which she so much admired. "It is not
thw custom," suggested her guide and
master of ceremonies, "except at water
ing places in the summer." "But am I
not a princess away upon a holiday?"
queried Eulalle, Imperiously.
Tho Infanta ia one of the cleverest
teullera in France, where she Uvea much
of the year. She has canoed with paddle
against several American ladies of Paris
and has won every time. To canoo suc
cessfully, according to her instructions
given to an American lady, you must
handle your paddle as though yoa were
bniohing tho water aside, first from one
side of tho Loat and then the other. The
overhand swing of the paddle is easily
learned and gives quick musclo.
It ia quite a fad for a man and his wife
to canoe together. You can see Mr and Mrs.
Van Reueseiaer Cruger standing up in
a long cauoe gliding silently down stream
any afternoon as the sun gets low and back
again ere the dusk has fallen. In many
of the "Julien Gordon" stories Mrs. Cru
ger has placed her heroine In a canoe,
and it may be that m these littlo trips
she gets the ideas and the setting, as it
were, for the story in which tho heroine
can never be seated at all, but must bear
her love tale as the pioneer women of
the Mississippi heard theirs, with both
hands guiding a craft.
It ls rather sad to learn that after one
has paddled successfully and has learned
the art so that the paddle does not tire
the arms mere rowing becomes insipid,
and thereafter there ia nothing except
paddling a canoe that can interestl
"She is a ery indifferent actress and
yet so many fellows literally throw them
selves at her "
The other clubman knocked the ashes
from his cigar. "If you will notice," he
observed, "the most or them are bad eggs."
Upon that supposition conjecturo was
not entirely deoid of fitness. Detroit
" Lady It is strange that a strong man
like you cannot get any work.
The Tramp Well, jou see, mum, people
wants reference from me last employer
an' he's been dead twenty years. Phila
Miss "Whitney in trie Center.
spending uq summer canocing.(
GAY DAYS AT LONG BRANCH
Uven Clara Barton Sue
cumbs to Soft Indolence. J
. . T
IS QUITE A SUMMER GIEL
Bx-Gox. Flower Reducing
His Flesh by
Long Branch, Aug 8. The entire sea
coaat this week has been treated to the
novel sight of a new sort of summer girl.
Early last Monday Miss Clara Barton camo
out to stroll upon the sands, and visions oi
her all the week, boating, fishing, sea
bathing and promenading the piazzas, have
been frequent. $
The object of Miss Barton's sudden cort
version to the summer fad has been very
apparent, even though shemay have trledto
conceal it under a pretext of social enjoy
nient. Shehasdesignsuponall thesummer
men to be found along the coast, and aho
has come to meet them 03 Mahomet cameto
the mountain because the mountain would
not come to him. '
One day George W. Pullman and Miss
Barton were"c!oseted" In one corner upon
a luxurious sofa in the hotel parlor, and be
fore he had left the little Red Cross woman
Mr. Pullman had promised certain valuabla
aids In the establishment of certain branches
of the society In upper New York. Nox
was Miss Barton content then. She en
trapped several other philanthropic mil
lionaires, and ere they parted from her aha
had their signatures to certain little docu
ments which meant much to her and he?
work. t b "
HOW MISS BARTON L00K3.
As a summer girl It cannot be sail that!
MiS3 Barton is pretty. Her moo th u twice
too broad, and her smile three times too be
nevolent And her hair is not puffed ad
the temples, but just brought down flat
and licked 6mooth with a brush. Her
kleeves have no balloon attainments, antS
her skirts are far too shnky around the an
kles. But all have fallen a vkUiu to her
goodness! She has an unseiiisn, earnest, x;
tbink-you-are-so-kind look that makes yoa
resolve to give her societniDg for her ever-,
lasting "sufferers" something, even tt
be nothing but your last season's bathinjr-
While poor Saratoga up in the North is
rubbing its eyes and choking back us sob3
at the dullness of the season and the shut-'
tmg down of its fine chib-house(afteranew
S3o.OOO carpet had been bought), Long
Branch Is rubDingitshandsanddancuigwith,
glee. Its season Is immense There ara
more blucfish eaten here in a day than could
be caught oft its pier in a season, and more
fine horses driven down the avenue than
would be needed to convey last month'a
bulk of congratulations to President Cleve-
There are many fine cottages here, aa
cottage life at the Branch is historic BuO
of them all the most Interest centers amuncT
the Pullman abode. The Pullman cottaga
Is a large building with piazzas and a deep
lawn In front. It has fully forty sleeping
rooms and a dining-room like a banquet
hall, but Its exterior is not pretentious, only
vine-clad and inviting. A house party
gathers here from spring until fall and
over Sunday the cottage is fell to over
flowing of young guests. '
Sanger Pullman, the son whose matrl
monlal prospects are now being discussed
as a great "catch," owns a beautiful tan
dem, theleaderof which trotscontlnuallyoa
its hind leg3 and the rear hore appears to
do all the work with his fore feet This
show leader i3 one of the sights of Long;
Branch and one marvels at the skill of y ung
Sanger, w ho can guide so circus hkta steed
safely th rou h the maze of tandems, T-c j rts
and Victorias. J"
PAST HISTORIC COTTAGES.
spot in order to be fully ia the swim.
Long Branch has the Elberoa cottaga,
where Garfield died. Although located a.
Elberon, be it known that the cottage la
only a few rods beyond Long Branca
proper, and that visitors to the Branch find
It pleasant to stroll down the broad avenua
evenings, taking In the sights that line 1C
They pass the Pullman cottage, sure atl
this time to have a row or Mcj-cies leaning
against its front porch, while the family
sips after dinner coffee in an arbor; and
they pass the historic Grant cottage, the
ilaggla Mitchell abode, the former Mary
Anderson residence, George W. Cailds.'.
many Elberoc dwellings, and the h.ma,
built by Mrs. Wlnslow. whose name ls not
unknown in the nurseries of the land
Then they reach the Garrield cottage, very
beautiful tins year, and, tired with thett
walk, are glad to catch a stage heme, i
There are a few hours In the morning
when the beach is turned Into a bathing
apartment, and during which all tho
world comes to be dipped in the salty
bricS and to go back frEir and strong-.
Politicians bathe to clear their brains.
Others give different reneona for dipping,
and the oean, like the Turkish bath, kindly
adapts Itself to all requirements. Ros-
ellFlower bathes to get thin and muscular,
and T. C. Piatt, who cannot possibly keep
out of the water a day, dips to get stout1
and lazy. Too much nerve energy 13 what
ha suffers from constantly. Champion
Corbetl, since spraining his wrist by falling
off a bicycle, has been lying upon the water1,
to recuperate and bathe his sore arm, and
his tralner3, never far from him, have been
s wimming energetically and knocking heads
with the mermaids below the surface oi
A very attractive driver of fire horses
this year is Miss Norma Munro, whose nama
is familiar in sound through connection with,
publishing Interests. Miss Munro is ono
of the youngest, the finest and the mosc
desirable girls at-Long Branch, or ot tho
summer anywhere. She is "the new,
woman," with considerable of the admit
abl old in that she ncTer goes anywhere
unchaperonsd by her mother.and w the pink
ot propriety even when wearing a maag
jacket and a sailor hat.
DIGGING FOR TOES.
There ls no place in the world that sports
as many naughty bathing- suits as Long
Branch. A bit of black satin, a belt ot
scarlet and a bandanna Tor nattiness of
headgear, is all that is reeded with a pair
of silk stockings. The wearer sits upon tha
beach, digs the silk toes in the sandr nvi es
all her fridiuls to find them, and when they
are dug out laughs hilariously and trips
back to tho hotel. She hOfc been "ia ball
ing." By far the greatest event of the Long
Branch day ls tho watching ot the races
between Yigilant and Derendrr. The trial
course does not He past the Branch Bug
where oue loves yachtinc love wnl find a
way. Early every racing aay, and every
other day , too , for the snow-white cbampi na
look veryattractiveevenl?lngstillo'f Sandy
Hook, small boats put out with a company
of summerguests aboard to sailup to whcia
the big yachts lie.
It ls noi a long distance to go to see sirch
racing yachts as these, and no wonder that
CoL Ochiltree, Lucky Baldwin, and all tho
great oranipresents are aboard. Will.'o
K. Vanderbilt's Valiant jotusthV little f.et
is also among them, am are all the other
great white craft that are known all ovejr
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