The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-11-03

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1t did not run there, the track having
been torn up by the freshet If we had
known this fact before leaving Elkton we
would have taken the morning train from
that place and finished our journey upon
the z. " c. road. We feel very much in
clined to blame The Wing for not having
full account of all flood disasters, in its
issue of Saturday before, and Immediately
resolve to write the Editor letter and tell
him how to run his paper in the future.
We spent such pleasant evening in Port
Deposit, however. that we felt almost glad
that an accident had detained us there.
We were there entertained very agreeably
with anecdotes of the late stirring of the
"tidal wave" in the Granite town, a SUBJ
Ject in which we ale always deeply inter-
ested. Our host had signed the pledge;
although he had always led strictly tenn
perate life, he did it from the hope that it
might benefit some poor wretch struggling
in the grasp of this degrading vice. The
labors and death of Agnew, he said, had
lowered and checked the tide of ntemper-
ance in that place for a season, but it was
slowly rising up to the old water or rather
achisky mark. We were not surprised to
hear him tell of numbers who had already
broken their pledge. What is a solemn
VOW to man whose moral nature is totally
undermined by this nsiduous vice and tot
tering to its fall, with the stealth hounds
OF the rum traffic ever upon his track,
watching for his fall with greedy, gloating
eyes, ready to seize upon him as their law
full prey, rend him limb from limb, and
leave him writhing in the throes of last
mortal agony, while they sink off to seek
new victims. I" But there is a young man,
over the way" continued my host, s'who,
three years ago, took up prayerful resolu-
ton to reform his life, which, you know,
sadly needed reforming, and as contrast
to the dark pictures l have been painting
to you, | am happy to tell you that he has
kept it inviolate, and is happily restored to
society and his friends
Would to God that the present temper
ance excitement would never "die out or
'calm down." that not even a "lull"
would occur in it until the present license
system be blotted from our statutes.
Breakfasting by candle light, next morn
ing, we wendell our way to the depot; it
was barely light, and we proposed to get
on the Columbia train, which would carry
us near home. A train was standing upon
the track, and without looking at it very
closely, we concluded to board her as soon
as we got our ticket. We looked mo.
ment at the glum looking agent, who flung
US our ticket with an air better becoming
the Great Mogul than "servant of the
people," by the way, never saw but
one gentleman in a railway station, and he
lives and serves the public at Elkton).
Well, we say, we looked at this "Port"
agent, and wanted to ask him if that was
the right train, but we saw at a glance that
the man hadn't his breakfast, and knowing
the savage nature of the beast when it's
stomach is empty, we forebore. We also
remembered the monster in green goggles,
who waltzed around grinning with delight
when he had flung my trunks down a ten
foot elevator, at Beleaire, o., breaking the
top off one, thereby displaying the secrets
of my toilet to the travelling public. 81
recalled, with a shudder, the pompous
agent, with seed wart on his bottle nose,
and blue mole or his left cheek, who kept
me prancing up and down the platform all
! 7 l. i
one of my checks. Rapidly these delight
full "reminiscences of my adventures with
railroad agents flashed through my mind,
and | resolved that l would ask no ques-
tions but get in the car Immediately, which
l proceeded to do. The engine snorted,
the train started; we were going the
wrong way that was certain, but then,
argued, cars always back before they start
and ao0man who has travelled thousands
of miles alone isn't likely to get on the
wrong train right at home, we might say.
A man might do such a thing easily
But still the train is backing, and backing
at a very lively rate, we notice, when the
conductor comes to take our ticket "On
the wrong Tram, ne SnOuteu, as ne puileQ
up and put me off. | went back to the
depot to "cuss'-oh, l mean discuss-the
matter with the agent, and tell him if lie
hadn't looked so glum it never would have
happened. But l just arrived in time 10
catch glimpse of his coat tails sweeping
round a distant corner. lie had gone to
Jreakfast. l will yet have my revenge.
The next time that fate calls me within
hearing of that agent, | shan't let an
earthquake prevent me from asking him if
"that is the train | want to 90 on ? where
it goes to, when it gets there, how long it
takes it generally to run half an hour ,"
etc, ETC., etc. Oh, forbearance is a wasted
virtue when extended toward railroad
agent.
l sincerely wish that Mr.. McClenahan
would request his workmen not to cease
their homely toll and stare so long the next
time they observe an unprotected female
promenadng the railroad track, at six in
the morning, with ticket in one hand and
a check for baggage in the other.
COUSIN SUE.
For The Cecil Wing.
BROADBRIM'S NEW YORK LETTER.