Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-21
Walks Five Miles Alone in Dark
ness Far Behind Other Recruits.
March Has Some Bright Sides.
BY ETHEL LLOYD PATTERSON.

enough to become confused in the village
| streets. Nor had we kept together on the
walk as we did at first
The pilgrimage has become a sort OF
| free for-all Each woman is so absorbed
| i'm her own WEAKNESS that she plodS
| ahead at her own gait, unmindful of the
others. So it happened that young Wend
our bugler was the first to reach the
nights resting place. and quite ten min
utes behind him came pretty Mrs. Baird
and brave Miss Crowell each at the point
where she could not take another step.
Then. a long wait of fifteen minutes be-
fore our general made her way through
the crowd about the hotel steps. After
that another handful of pilgrims. And
quite one hour later Miss klatzschken,
and. finally, Col. Craft.
Col. Craft Has Courage.
To appreciate that last sentence YOU
should see Col. Craft. She is the httlest
of us all. But on this walk she is making
up in quality whatever she may lack In
quantity. If You do not believe it. ask
yourself whether YOU would have the
courage to do what she is doing. Would
you dare walk five miles of strange
country road at night far behind your
companions. when YOU had already
walked sixteen miles earlier in the day?
Let the person who cares to make light
of it try it before he laughs.
But let us metaphorcally return to
Elkton Literally it would be doubtful
if any one would care to do so. Imagine
us drawing near it. First we light
somewhere ahead of us between the trees.
Is ii a star: no. thank God, it is street
lamp Courage now. another half mile
and we can sit down for while Blessed
thought.
Citizens Await Arrival.
On down the center of the road; then.
splash into a puddle. Who cares? 1t
would take three more weary steps to
walk around it. On then, keep on. There
is little clump of citizens watching for
the pilgrims to arrive, though it is past
dinner time and usually nothing could
drag them out of doors then. Are they
you can scarcely move? Deep down in
side, you almost pray they Will not. 1t
is barely possible that you would cry
if they did. That would be bad. Not
pilgrim has cried yet.
This must be the Main street, or is it
that one? Funny, how your head gets
queer when your feet do. All, there is
a big crowd. That must be the hotel.
Brace up now. not too much limp where
people can see it. Brace up; hold your
you dare let the tears come in your
eyes. Why do the lights in country
hotels always look green through the
windows? Perhaps it is the glass. But
1t cannot be altogether, for it's casts
green shadows on the faces, too.
Now for a room. What is that? The
rooms are short. so you have to sleep
with some other pilgrim? Well. no mat
ter. Is there a bath? One bath on each
floor with no hot water. The last you
remember iS a homeless diStnrf cd
looking caricature of yourself gazing
back at YOU from looking glass from
the back of which the quicksilver has
been ruthless off in spots. OF course, that
is the worst of the picture.
Gayer Things of Day.
Earlier in the day things happen and
one feels quite gay. as, for example, when
the children of Newport came out to meet
us bearing quaint placards that read
varously, Votes for Women. Smiles for
Men," or again. Our Choice for Presi-
dent. Gen. Resale Gardner Jones'.
| Or at another time. when we amused
ourselves by getting up d little ceremony
/ when we crossed from Delaware into
Maryland. A line was stretched across
| the road. and it was agreed each pill
grim would stoop and touch it she
| crossed. 1t proved ungraceful cere-
i
| the thing with charm. Mrs. Baird baked
altogether. She feared if she leaned over
| she would not be able TO rise again, which
| is literally meant, for Mrs. Baird. you
| will remember. gave out completely on
the second day of the pilgrimage and had
| to be carried into the Princeton Inn. She
| subsequently joined us, riding in the scout
| car. Now she is once more attempting
| TO walk. Yesterday she made the dis
lance of twenty -one miles from Whining
| ton to E,lkton.
And one little ripple of laughter went
/ over the army at the expense of Col
/ Craft In "a moment of utter abandon
/ she leaned against sign post only to
/ learn that she leaned against the admoni-
| ton to SLOW down to eight miles an
/ hour"
| Each pilgrim hoped that today's march
would be easier for each pilgrim had
| invested in new shoes i'm Wilmington
| Hopefully they each had doped a system
| OF skating shoes or running shoes or just
| plain shoes two sizes too large. But
| they still each wore a hopeless look last
night.
Wee-Wee Shamefaced.
/ In Newark, where we lunched, We're two
! attractions The State Military Acad-
/ envy. which came out to a man, brass
| band and all, to escort us to town. And
| Wee Wee as a counter attraction. Wee
! Wee was a small and shamefaced dog
| whose mistress had adorned him with a
J suffrage pennant as blanket The wide
/ part of the pennant graced Wee-Wee
| fore and the point secured to his tai
| with a safety pin caught Wee-Wee well
| aft Wee-Wee wore the haraSSed eX-
| preston common to all persons who fee
that something is going on behind theil
backs that is in some way intimately con
| nected with them and yet difficult to de-
| fine.
| Last night Miss Freeman, chaperoneC
by Mrs Boldt. remained in Newark Il
| make several addresses. The other pill
| srins. after being formally welcomed t
| EIkton by Mrs. Robert c. Lores, presi
| dent of the Woman's Club, and Miss NJ
IL. lamar president of Elkton's Suffrage
League. went as quickly as they knew
how to bed.
On the Way to Havre de Grace.
ELkTON, Md, February 21.-Refresh
ed by it's nights rest here. Gen" Rosali,
Jones army left at O'Clock this morn
ing on the march TO Washington. 4
stop for luncheon will be made at North
east. Md. The mixers expect to reach
Havre de Grace about this evening
but their way lies over sixteen miles o
the worst piece OF road between New
| York and Washington.
| The Bayside Band will meet the pill
grims at Perryville. just across the Sus
quehanna river from Harre de Grace