Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1926-07-06
THIS AND TIA Il
BY CHARLES i. TR.4cEWELL

ing exaggerated steps and pcstures,
disgusting even the hardened ones.
i -
Moonlight. 81 truth. has . charm
Perhaps It'll merits have been rather
loverplayed III poetry and descriptive
writing, bit the fact remains that
| the cool, shimnery rays from the orb
Of night combine with the exaggerar
| ton Induced by the night itself TO
Influence the mind.
One or the most beautiful sights
In Nature Ii the rising moon over the
ocean. II comes up blood.red on the
horizon, gradually losing its color e.
Il breaks over the rim, until 1t n
finally Of the silveryrwhite We know
1t by.
The rays ripple to us over the
waves, spreading out In q fan. dirnly
| lighting the one by our side, turning
the beach into fairy place Of silver
sand. charming wrecks, with their
Fascinating Ynasts half. hid In shadows,
| huge dunes, rounded in the moonlight
like copper bowls.
The breeze and the noonshine both
blow to ~ from the sea- where the
incoming waves chase each other
mile after mile. az they break into
foam now here. now there, shining
with silver sheen on the face Of the
dark, oily deep.
Directly in the wake OF the moon
| light lies q steamer. 30 far out that
she seems but a tiny thing as long
az q finger-yet We know that she
has hundreds Of persons upon her
decks, all looking our way.
She passes out Of the direct rays,
and Ii lost in darkness. Duly the
surf roars. with that mingled moan
ing ana Ceaseless drumming that ever
after pulls at our heart strings.
II not the sound Of the surf the
voice OF the woridg For the ocean
was the primal mother Of life. All OF
us came from the salt water. the
scientists say. In her far depths life
came Into its own, and crawied forth
on the golden beaches OF this world.
Wherefore, we are never bataed in
moonlight In the city but what In
memory we revert to the sandy
beaches, the wind-swept beaches, the
bars thrown up along the coast line.
where gulls play, and the pOrpcises
wheel. and the fishermen 60 out early
IN the morning to tend their nets
II we had our way, we would live
NJ the ScdSnOEC always. some pine
for the mountains, others for the
plains. but give us the salt tang Of
the seashore, the beating norseaster.
the fierce sun and pleasant breeze,
the splash OF salt water, the cool
dampness OF the night.
The shore Is one of the few places
In the world where one may look
boldly into the face Of q wild breeze,
and run no risk whatever o. getting
q cinder or other particle In the eye.
The seaside Is place where the
sensitive may sit all day long In the
breeze and scarcely ever catch q cold.
Those with poor appetite from the
cities gain q taste for real food at
the seashore: they store away regu-
larry. under the influence Of that
magic breeze, more food in a day
than they consumed In q week back
home, and they enjoy ana benefit
from every mouthfui.
There Is an elemental cleanness
about the seashore which Ii scarcely
duplicated by Nature, except 1t be
on her mountain tops. Sun, water,
fresh air ana sand--these are the In.
gradients Nature uses at the sea
shore, with q seasoning or salt.
Taken in the right doses, they con.
stittte the greatest tonic IN the
world, topped of each night with the
sauce Of moonlight sent from. an
other world than ours.