The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1910-09-10
TRIP TO BETTfRTON
Continued from Page g.

joined,
Betterton is very attractive under
starlight And such gayeties never
dreamed we're there. Lights every
where; music, roller skating, dancing.
bowling. promenading all were duly
INDUCED in by those variously inclin-
ed. 1t was really most interesting,
and everybody seemed to be perfectly
carelree. happy and above all else
good-natured Yes. Betterton is a
happy go-lucky. do as you like place
and quite naturally everyone is rather
fond of it.
We prowied niml"ss'y around
while, watched the skaters little, then
danced bit; until, it commencing to
grow little late. we proceeded on
back to the boat, where | discovered
Nancy and a Man sitting all nice and
comfy on the top deck | have Of
ten wondered what argument he used
in persuading her to leave Terra Fir
ma and cross the deep black guch to
lliC DpldN Out uSSpltC my
peadings, he ever refused to tell
1t was now after ten O'Clock. and
after a brief survey of the party to
see that none were lett behind, we
blew the whistle thrice, crankcd up,
and chugged, chugged out into mid
stream; and almost simultaneously
with the motion OF the boat we all
involuntariiy settled down into our
coat collars or our sweater necks,
the men. i'll the meantime having fish
ed out from the secret covers Of the
boat nondescript blankets ri Indian
chief designs, in which we wrapped
orr frozen bodies. and under which
we crawlcd, leaving only our heads
visible to the naked eye. and looking
like so many papOoScs ready to be
strapped to the backs of their mo-
Tiers
thought the ride down was beaut'-
Jul and inspiring, bit never did | re
aiize the full beauty of Dame Natures
canvas to the extent that | did on that
ride up.
1t was glorious. yes, interrupted
Nancy, when | was in the midst of a
very glowing description oi my moon
iy cold; nearly froze. and if | hadn't
gone down in the cabin, and ii one o.
the men hadn't so obligingly sat on
my feet, while | succeeded in keeping
myself buried in horse blanket and
cushions. I'd never. be here listening
TO this brilliant tale. But IT is no
use To rebuke Nancy; she always
would exaggcrate things. Anyway, it
DID really get cold, but sitting out
on the deck. huddled in the warm
depths OF a huge blanket, I enjoyed
the full benefit OF the brilliant and
glorious display OF moonlight on the
water, and felt not the cold pcnetrat-
."g wind.
1t couldn't have been more per-
feet night and the golden discs Of
moonlight as they rounded and scat
tered themselves over the waves like
so many naughty little water spriteS
each with his golden lantern to in
spect the trough OF the wave, and into
whc hthey disappeared only to be
superseded BY other little glowing
sprites also dancing gaily down the
watery incline to the very bottom
Of the wave. And so on until you
are actually giddy from watching then
eternal, ncver-ccasing motion. Truly
an inspiring sight to see the golden
hecks OF moonlight. iazz'ing one with
their brlliancy and snftcning even
The harsh. outlines of the flagstaff
rearing straight. tall and severe to
the sky verify believe that could
have gone on and on; indefinitely;
forever with the fascinating little
golden water sprites to dance ME at
tendance.
Suddenly the river became narrower
and narrower. and wa, now wormlng
its picturesque way among tall grasses,
till with few final chugs we we're
home: tired. happy and mussed-u"
crowd: but who cares Tor starch and
color schemes at the unearthly hour
Of two 4 NJ. Anyway. we all mar
aged to wend our way homeward.
where the visions "i fnur-p"ster
were most alluring.
Say. Jean" said Nancy i'll the lobe
o my lett ear. after we had c~awied
under the genuinely war mdepths ct a
few covers. Il know ri never be abe
To walk again. SO you can have my
buckskin shoes that but had
tnoughtlcssly turned over and heard