Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 37, Number 242, 15 August 1912 — Page 6

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New Type of Bathing Suit Which May Become Popular Her e Before the Summer Is Over.

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forth new ideas for costumes in which to honor old Nep

tune. That old Sea God is responsible for many sartorial marvels. At Newport and Narraganett Pier, the bathers wear costumes that are little short of miraculous. One wondershow their wearers dare brave the water, the sun and public opinion in them! These costumes are always beautiful and Old Neptune adores beauty. With all their daring the Newporters and Pierites have never discarded the skirt. It may be much abbreviated in length, skimped in width, but it is a skirt for a' that. In this these American resorts differ from Ostend and other European beaches. Ostend with all its daring, and it is particularly daring this season, frequently affords striking contrasts during the bathing hours. In the pictures given here the silk trunk costume sans any suspicion of a skirt is in direct contrast with

the full-skirted peasant suit of bright blue silk. But everything and anything goes at Ostend. The peasant costume has the bodice and skirt cut in one. In color it is a rich brilliant French blue, supple and waterproof. The skirt is ample in width and knee length. The kimono sleeves, slashed and bound with old rose braid, are longer than is usual. The knickerbockers are tight fitting and cover the knee. This is an ugly length, but Ostend smiles approval, just because it is different. The ribbon sash, tied on the left side with long streamers, is old rose and all the braid bands are of the same shade. The silk hose and high heeled slippers are of old rose. And the bonnet is a very pretty combination of blue and old rose. Its wearer is known as the blue bird. What a contrast is the scarlet tanager effect produced by the black and scarlet combination in the second figure! The trunks running

well up above the waist line are of black silk jersey. The blouse, a full peasant affair, is of black and scarlet striped satin. The effect of this costume is startling even for Ostend, and it takes much to startle this blase old town. The scarlet tanager wears red silk hose and black silk sandals. Her bonnet is charmingly becoming; it is of red silk with black ribbon streamers tied under her left ear in a most fetching manner. Give a French woman a bow of ribbon and she will work a miracle! That bow under the left ear expresses the wearer's temperament fully. But, oh how different is the sober Jenny Wren standing next to the scarlet tanager! Her costume is practical, prosaic, prudish. It is made of dull green silk, the color of old Neptune on a gray day. The skirt and blouse are very full, the length of the skirt is more than modest and suggests the American and English bathing beaches of a generation ago rather than ultramodern Ostend. Jenny Wren's slippers and hose are unobtrusive and

demure, matching her costume exactly. But Jenny Wren with all her prudishness has a coquettish soul and it shows in her cap! This round full cap of the green silk has two flirtatious rose buds tucked on It just over her left eyebrow. Y?s. Ostend's Jenny Wren is not so demure, so prudish, as she looks at first glance. This wearing of artificial flowers has made a great hit with the European bathers. One frequently sees a fair swimmer with a big bunch of violets or orchids tucked in her girdle and very often tiny rosebuds are used on the slippers instead of buckles. So far, no one has been brave enough to wear a wreath or roses is her hair, Ophelia like, but one never can tell what Ostend will do next! The fourth of these Ostend beauties is the oriole, and, like the oriole, she Is a flash of yellow and black. It is to be hoped that Ostend will never develop a conscience and a bathing censor at the same time. Else such picturesque costumes as this of the oriole would be censored

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This Is Fraulein Fritzi Wagner, the Famous Vienna Actress, in Her Newest Ostend Bathing Suit. Fraulein Wagner Threatens to Wear It on American Beaches During Her Forthcoming Visit to This Country.

Daring and Attractive Bathing Costumes Which Threaten to Invade Our Sea

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out of sight if not out of existence. Oar oriole wears a yellow silk jersey trunk suit. Underneath this, haps, for warmth, she wears fleshlings. The trunks are slashed on the outside of each leg and laced with black silk ribbons. The hose and sandals are yellow, the sandals being laced with the black ribbons. The very fetching bonnet is a chic arrangement of the oriole colors. There are days when this Osteni beauty carries a sunshade of her colors and a bunch of brown and

yellow daisies. But I do not

swim on those days," she says.

sit on the beach and make a picture." And she does not sit alone. By her side are seeu a hundred other mermaids displaying their forms In every conceivable mode and color. There are mermaids with beautiful faces, there are others with beautiful figures, but all have costumes of unusual beauty. The coior combinations are always striking, often bizarre; but the most noticeable costumes, however conspicuous their color, are generally graced by simplicity of design. These Ostend beauties, the Jenny Wrens, the Tanagers, the blue birds, are all right for Europe; in this

country we are not quite ready for them. We shall have to be educated up to them, or, perhaps, down, as vou prefer. Several of the bathing costumes pictured on this page would create a furore if worn on any of our

oeacnes, ana even the most liberalminded American receives more of

less of a shock when he or she sees

them by the dozens on the European beaches for the first time.

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IN THE BLIZZARD

By Paul Villers

IT was in November. 1S42. that I was sent oft with dispatches from the Colonel of the regiment, then stationed at Sulmona. to the General In command of the fortress of Sangro. I did not like the trip; it was bitterly cold and a blizzard might break out at any moment. Besides this, the great plain I had to cross was full of wolv-es, made desperate by hunger, and, what was perhaps the worst of all, the country was infested by bandits belonging to the notorious Giacomo Danieri's gang. But the dispatches were important and I was a courier, so I had to go. In the evening I had halted to give my tired horse a much needed rest; about six miles ahead of me was the village of Rocca Ilosa, where I hoped to And shelter for the night. I looked around, and quite close to me -I discovered a horseman whom 1 had not noticed before, but who was coining straight toward me. It was a very disagreeable surprise. I would much rather have been a,one, though the man was well dressed and looked like a traveller. "Comrade." he said to me in a frank and open tone. "I have onc been a soldier myself. If you permit I should like to travel in your company to the fortress of Sangro." "How do you know that I am going to Sangro?" I growled.

"I only said that I was going there," he replied with a smilt, "i saw you riding up the hill, missed company, and, though I am probably as distrustful as you are yourself, I decided to suggest that we travel together. Is this explanation satisfactory, or do you want to go ahead alone?" "I think I may trust you," I said, and we rode on, very soon chatting like old acquaintances. Still I did not feel quite at ease. To tell the truth, I was just a little afraid of the stranger in spite of his frank and easy manners and pleasant face. Suddenly, without any warning, a violent gust of wind nearly blew us out of the saddle. "Merciful Lord," the stranger exclaimed, "we are going to have a blizzard"' And, indeed, a few moments later we were In the midst of the fiercest snowstorm I have ever seen. Tre wind was howling, shrieking, roaring, the air was dark and heavy and the snow came down in masses, joon wiping out the road entirely and gathering in enormous drifts in every hollow place. It grew pitch dark and we had to dismount and lead our horses, not knowing whether jve were progressing .toward the village or walking in a circle. "Listen, the wolves are near; we shall never escape alive!" my companion cried suddenly. And above the roar of the storm I could hear

the terrible long drawn howls of the wolves, which almost froze the blood in my veins. The howls came from everywhere; evidently the beasts had quite surrounded us. Closer, ever closer, they came, and soon we could make out their glowing eyes through th darkness, and I whispered to my companion: "Don't you think that our only salvation lies la sacrificing our horses?" "I do 'he replied; "but I value my horse o highly that I will try if a shot may not scare them away for a while." lie fired his pistol in the direction of the pack, which howled and fled on a moment; however, they came back closer than ever. There was no other way; we must sacrifice our horses to save o .r own lives. We shook hands and swore to stick together to the last. Then we turned the horses loose and walked on through the drifting snow. A few moments later we heard the fierce struggle between our poor horses and the greedy pack. For a while we were left alone, but soon we heard the pack once more upon the trail. "There is a small chapel near the road here somewhere." said my companion. "If we can reach that we are safe for to-night. Let us make a last effort." We struggled on for a quarter of an hour, perhaps, then my strength failed. I felt that I could walk no further. I stumbled and was unable to

rise. I heard a howl quite near my face, saw th glowing eyes and glistening teeth of the beast, then my companion fired his last shot. The wolf fell and was Immediately torn to pieces by its ferocious fellows. My companion took hold of my arm. dragged me Inside the chapel and slammed the heavy door behind us. We were safe, but it was a dreadful night that followed. Though we were dead tired we had to walk up and down in the cold chapel to escape freezing to death, and all night the storm roared and the wolves howled and clawed at the door. We did not exchange many words; neither of us felt like talking, and when dawn came we both prayed fervently, thanking God for our escape from a terrible death. The wolves had disappeared and I suggested that we walk to the village to get the food and sleep we both needed so much. "Xo," my companion said. "I must fro back." "But not now, surely exhausted and starving as you are." "Yes." he replied, and bit his lips. "I have no friends in the village." "But there is an inn there, which is open to any traveller who has money to pay for food and lodging, and If ?ou have none. I have enough for both of us. Come along." "My friend." he said, laying his hand apon my shoulder and looking Into my eyes with a strange

smile, "I will tell you a secret If you give m your word of honor not to betray ft to anybody. "Upon my word of honor, comrade." I replied. "Then do not tell anyone that you have spent the whole long night as Uiacomo Danlerfa only, companion." "Giacomo Ianieri! Are you really the famous chief of bandits?" I cried tnrreduously. "I am, but I have your word of honor that yo will not betray me. Now listen you think this snowstorm was a calamity to you. You have suffered much, have lost your horse and hare beea very much delayed: but. as a matter of fact, the blizzard saved your life. I knew who you were and where you were going, and I joined you with the Intention of killing you. stealing your uniform and papers and passing as a courier In your place. Then the blizzard came and upset all mr Plans. Why should I kill you when I needed your assistance tr. ,ve my own life? I would never have escaped the wolves alone: you became ray comrade, and 1 was soon as anxious to save your life as I had been determined to kill yoa. I shall never forget you. Here la s plain s.lver ring: keep St. and if you are ever attacked by any of my gang, the ring will give you free passage. And now goodoy. for we must part. Your ways are not mine." He shook my hand cordially and walked away, calm and proudly, erect. I never met my strange companion again.

THE FACE IN THE WINDOW-

-By Louise Heilgers

HE first saw the face one pouring wet nignt. save time, he had cut from the Strand through a little side street, sandwiched in between two rows of dirty little houses. A street? Scarcely that an alley. Houses? Scarcely those hovels rather. From the uncurtained, unshuttered window giving right on to the dusky street, of one of these the face peered, dimly-waxen-pale in the shadows. Wet through as he was. chilled to the soul as -well as the bone, bad-tempered, he had to stop and stare, straining his short-sighted eyes through the dusk at that perfect profile glimmering faintly like a star out of the squalor of the dirt-grimed, wet-splashed window. The head was turned slightly from him; there waa a wave of black hair shadowing one curved cheek, the rips seemed slightly to smile as if faintly amused. He wondered rta, or what, she was staring at in that intent way. The thought of the- pe.le face remained with lim. as he hurried through the rain and wind to the aaswughty Embankment, from whence he ,ires-

ently found himself carried, on a crowded tram to Kennlngton. and to a wife whose face was not pale, but red; whose hair was not 'black, but frowsy flaxen gray. Life on twelve dollars a week does not make for romance, yet he found himself wondering, as he sat there, what it would feel like to kiss a pale cheek from which the hair curled away like ebony from wax. The next night was fine. There was really no occasion for him to take the short cut to the Embankment from the Strand. But he did. So again the next night, and the night after that, when he again saw the face not profile this time, but full face. Its gaze turned straight towards the pavement and the few passers-by. He noticed that the dark hair was parted down the middle, and waved distracting- away from either side of a low brow; that the eyes were dark, too, and full of dreams; that the slightly opened mouth, glimmering faintly red, showed a line of white even teeth. He prided himself on being a gentleman, so he dared not linger before the window after his slow, very slow, saunter past.

She might be offended this goddess person. She did not look like one who would smile at strangers. Besides not for the first time the thought struck coldly on his heart he was a married man. He ventured to smile at her. After all. he argued to himself, there must be something more than coincidence in the fact of her always being there aa he went by. She must have noticed him. had grown to like the looks of him. perhaps. His narrow chest swelled at the thought. He decided to risk a smile at any rate. The pale face in the gray dusk stared stonily beyond him. She still refused to notice him the next day, svnd again after that. Pale, proud, perverse face! How he hated It. No how he loved It! . -, The days went on. He gTew thin, haggard. He could not eat, could not sleep. The' disdainful face became an obession with him. He quarrelled Hercely with his wife. He dare not quarrel with his employer, but he did his work under protest sullenly, badly. At the end of the thrrd week, his employer.

when he paid him. gave him two weeks' money and told him curtly he need not come on Monday. Dazed, frightened, he walked away. He was not so young as be had been. His hair was growing thin on the top. Clerkships at forty were hard to get. There was his wife. too. But what --ould he say? Afraid to go home, he spent the ..rnoon drinking and brooding over his wrongs. It was all the fault of that cursed face! It was through her he bad lost a good situation, for her he would have to face an angry, shrewish wife But he would pay tier out before he had done with her. He would show her he wasn't a man to be trifled with. He would bring her to a woman's proper place her kneea. He waa full of cheap drink and courage when presently he walked unsteadily out Into the street again. Like a star, aloof as ever, the white face stared out beyond him through the gloom. Timid at first, he tapped gently on' the pane to attract her attention. It was the first time he had been ao bold. She did not seem to hear. He tapped loudly. The dark eyes disdained to notice him. He knocked fiercely. She was oblivi

ous to his existence. A white rage shook hint. 'Speak, curse you. speak!" he yelled. cThe was silent. He was shivering like a leaf. His voice seemed to fill the narrow street. Still she did not stir. The last rag of els self-control left hint. His hand went to his overcoat pocket. There was a flash, a report, a sound of shattering glass. Then another flash, another report and the sound of a body falling. The usual crowd sprang Into being from aowhere on the instant. Wot's done? Oo's killed? Done for Msself. I reckon, as well!" they murmured. The . police came. The window of the little zaean house was shattered beyond mending. The wax hand of the dummy lady, who for weeks past had adorned the grimy window, was shattered hj-ond mn1!nT. Llttls pieces of wax erc all over the pUce. ui the body of the man. whose brains now bespattered the pavement outside, was also beyond mending. The only thing the poHeamen could do was tm see that all this rubbish was taken away.