Los Angeles daily herald., 1874-08-23
SANTA MONICA.
letter from - Lou Louis is"--HuntinS
under DInicultics-MOOnlig Apos-
trOphc Zoe ZeIIa" An Invita-
ti0n.

SWeetly upon us Tonight III our IlVtIe
home, and the stars, Goods lilies"
twinkle in their brightness and pur-
ity. The grand old waves are beat
| ing upon the shore with mutterings
hoarse, then with murmurings soft,
until at last all sound dies and silence
reigns. Again they break, loud and
startling; again they die, and lulling,
soothing, they are gone to mingle
with the great sea that sent them.
DAY AND NIGHT THEY LABOR,
And never for an instant do they cease
their motion, or lull to sleep their
mournful, pleading cries. How typi-
cal of our lives! of the human heart
in all it's restless strugglings! Out
upon the still air, ring the clear
voices-of happy children who, child
like, are sporting with the waves,
snatching up old Oceans gifts, and as
quickly throwing them back into the
receding waters. Do you wonder, Mr..
Editor, that we love q place where
such are our surroundings; where we
can forget for the time that sin still
lives, and have no "bitter mingled
! with our SWEET" Last Sunday came
and brough, as usual, delegates from
your city. Among whom we saw the
long-looked-for Mr., Payne and picture
gallery (to be-. The only thing that
puzzles us, is that he did not defer his
visit week, for they tell us that
Zoe" with all her paraphernalia,
will be here again in few days, and
we have no doubt but that the afore-
said photographer would have brought
his fortune to the eliminating point,
by such wise delay. You agree with
ME, don't you, Sir Dumnorix? Then
Cory came down, who, if he is chime
in the admiration of the fair sex,"
generally contrives to have one dang
ling on his hook. But he was in
rather low spirits, we thought; though
! the desertion of
DOUBLE CLIFF
Very easily accounts for that. Friday
we rose bright and early; indeed, 1
think we beat old Sol himself, donned
our newest clothes (of course), strapped
on our fishing tackle, guns, knapsack,
ETC., and started out for the boats that
III lCctullCoo upOh pliC ciiOiNs AfONCA
say anything to us again Of the talk
ing propensities of woman after that
mornings experience. Why, those
| two novices were enough to have
aroused the jealous streak in our par
rot Poll, and could have filled as many
| newspaper columns as
BEECHEE'G STATEMENT.
But at last, stuf1ing some gun~wad-
J ding in our ears and calling upon our
bump Of patience for assistance, we
succeeded in launching the skiff, and
the next minute saw some pretty fast
rowing done; but the breakers were
soon past and we were out upon the
still, quiet waters. In few minutes
our oarsmen "dumped' us alongside
| the slOOp, into which we clambered
with astonishing activity, considering
! our romantic rheumatics,o and set
sail with cheer that filled the air
with its echoings and reused from
their nookg the lazy monsters of the
deep. The wind being favorable
| (nothing else was), we sailed up the
coast for about twelve miles, and
pulled ashore at the Malaga Ranch,
where two or three of US, who had
been rather unsuccessful with the line,
appropriated rifles and started up the
arroyo in pursuit Of deer. 1--WE make
no reference whatever to that peculiar
| animal by which Lovers Lane is said
to be so thiclkly populated; for being
now forty-five, more or less, we have
pulled up stakes in favor of the rising
generatiQp). After running the gaunt-
let for about three hours over hills and
| into cailons, through tangled brush
wood and uninviting marsh-lands,
wearied and fatigued, we wended our
way back to the waiting craft, minus
our coveted treasures, and, we fear,
minus our stock of good nature, and
fifteen pounds of avoirdupois we had
accumulated during our two months
stay at Santa Monica. Well, but why
dwell upon past miseries? We are
home again. and like those two novices,
sadder though wiser. We feel full of
repentance, indeed we do, for having
disclosed to all that she had left us.
But Zoe" you should have been
! more discreet, more confidential in
fact; for let us tell you, and we speak
from experience, that there is no
earthly use in trying to keep secret
either from an editor, or from the next
most dangerous article, correspond
ent. For should the Fates, side against
them, and leave you so incog., intact,
they will just throw both you and
your sweet little secret right into the
waste basket, as useless material.
Now, if when on that still Sabbath
evening, as we with "trembling hands
and streaming eyes," assisted you in
to that dainty ambulance and whis-
pered "gOod-bye," you would just
have intimated your intention of
playing at that little game, why it
would have been just as safe with us
as with you, and naught could have
caused us to divulge that confidence.
WE HAVE SEEN THE POET
and he also has hidden us take heart;
so next Friday night will meet you
with the promised burros, and drown
all sorrow in the great Pacific. But
that noise, Mr.. Editor, what is it
That screaming, we mean. Hurrah,
good fortune tits "Zoe" herself And
the "two good girls ~ My pen drops
and my mind fails in its accustomed
evolutions, but we write one moment,
and ask to see you and your coadjutor,
Mr.. Editor, next Sunday up here at
Hillside Villa, where with grateful
heart we will welcome you. Yours,
Lou LEWIS.
Santa Monica, August 20, 1914.