. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . s for flight. Thegirls eager eyes smiled, and the wom-ans faint color deepened, as they drewtheir camp chairs close to the rail of the forward deck and leaned forward tocatch the breeze from the Atlantic. The tonic of the moist, salt-laden airfilled their brains and hearts. (|uickeningtlieir pulses, even loosening their care-fully pinned hair and veils. Theylaughed as they repaired these petty rav-ages of the wind. It was good to be alivethis morning, on the swift steamer, skim-ming
. The Suburbanite; a monthly magazine for those who are and those who ought to in interested in suburban homes . s for flight. Thegirls eager eyes smiled, and the wom-ans faint color deepened, as they drewtheir camp chairs close to the rail of the forward deck and leaned forward tocatch the breeze from the Atlantic. The tonic of the moist, salt-laden airfilled their brains and hearts. (|uickeningtlieir pulses, even loosening their care-fully pinned hair and veils. Theylaughed as they repaired these petty rav-ages of the wind. It was good to be alivethis morning, on the swift steamer, skim-ming, as though it disdained them, theblue waves, with their faint fringe ofwhite. A dark line broke the moving blue sur-face. A cloud? asked the girl. .\t-lantic Highlands. answered the a few minutes you will see it dis-tinctl\-. for the boat is fast. It covers inan hour the twenty miles between XewYork and the Highlands. The dark line [)layed strange tricks onthe eyes. Tlie waves one instant seemedto have flowed over and effaced it, as ifthe storv of the lost .\tlantis had been re- 10 THE SUBURBANITE. Railroad Stationat Seabrighl peated in miniature. Then the Hue grewbolder. It took on sharp, sudden angles softened into the slopes ofhigh, wooded hills. The hills became anintense green. The greenness wasbroken by dots of white and gray, andthe dots of white and gray assumed theform of dwellings with the swiftness ofa biograph picture. The girl peered at them throughglasses formed of her curved fingers andhollowed palms. They are country mansions, she said,smiling at her recognition of this firstseaside picture of her dreams. Cottages, rather, returned the wom-an. Here every residence outside a citvof at least one hundred thousand inhabi-tants is a cottage. I will show you atWest End a cottage owned by JohnA. McCall that cost a million dollars. They left the steamer and steppedaboard a waiting train. Presently thegreen-veiled Highlands of the Xavesinkcame into v
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