The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1909-09-10

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man bending all his energies to keep
thenose of the boat with the gale.
The moon hung, low above the broad
vista Of the dark, murky, swift run
ming stream, our little craft with its
white wings stretched, bravely SKIM
ming upon its surface, like some
giant waterfowl. The dense foliage,
that fringed either shore, casting its
dark shadows far out towards the
center, intensified the silence and
gloom on the bluffs above. But the
loud laughter and merry clatter Of
| tongues along the decks told easily
enough, that all was not silence and
gloom on board the Kitty Floyd.
The CLEAN of our headlight fell dis
torted upon the ripples Of the turbu-
lent water, while following in DUR
wake, were great billows Of foam and
spray, yellowed by the glimmering
lights aloft. The moon cast great
shadows on the mud banks, and the
shades Of the little blue and red
stakes. sentinels to the mines below,
danced deathlike upon the petulant
I waves, while the old steersman felt
his way gingerly along.
Ducklegs couldn't get old Model
off his mind. and I could hear him
talking to the little Mother Superior
in dramatic tones. "Undaunted old
Monarch, grand in isolation-tower-
ing above the dark cliffs.viewing alone
| t, e prosaic, dismantled, desolatlon-
standing lone sentry. veiled in the
| mists Of the clouds, viewing from the
domain Of the sky, the detached deaks
Of mist marshaling and re-marshal-
ing. like steel clad figures in army
procession and thou old Model stand
ing upon the summit Of illuslve evan
| escence.
Whatever old Duck meant I haven t
the remotest idea, for | was too busy
in pouring into the willing ears, my
love and constancy to Maggie. What
royal liars all men are. when they
plead love to woman, yet how well
come the sound, even if they know
men are lying.
The Psalmist has said, "All men are
liars" but if he had lived unto this
day, been as wise as I, he could have
added, 'from their cradle up" They
! will lie to their baby loves, to their
girl sweethearts, they will lie to the
woman whom they expect to share
their joys and sorrows through life,
and still woman will listen and be-
lieve and love, it has been thus since
creations dawn. But l believe every
word | spoke at the time but then
time changes and so do men.
Capt. Dell got in some of his guy
ing on the old steersman- he was
so mad too, "shove her ahead old
man. 'arnit there a branch or
creek you could tackle and make bet
! ter headway," "run her in a cove,
till you take another drink "let
me drop a torpedo behind, and give
you a lift along All such aggra-
waiting cussedness. the old pilot had
to stand, while struggling with the
wheel. Was there sure enough torpe-
does in the stream? Plenty going
down, but none going up, or at least
no one seemed to care. Oh the girls
we're in most delightful mood and
would shrek do the old Buceaneer,
HELLO Buck, the cards are running
tame, suppose YOU strike torpedo,
and lets have another deal.' Then
they would start on river song.
"The river up the channel is deep,
the wind blows steady and strong,
Hearts are light, the moon is up, so
row your boat along.'
Just then from the northern bank,
came the hail. ''boat ahoy, boat
ahoy.'' Then every girl, knowing
so we'll, the seamen's hail, answered
in unison. faye, aye. sir "aye, aye,
sir. "WIhat boat is that.' came from
the shore. "Mine, mine, mine,'
yelled the girls back in a chorus. Then
they began disputing among them
selves really whose boat it was. Some
said it was hers, "no 1t amt. it be-