New-York tribune., 1888-08-26

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But when small sioop runs up the beg before lghS
wind tho excitement is intense.
"A yacht n cries everybody starting forward Psrs.
soils arc shut, veis raised nesr-sishted gentlemen
put ND their glasses conversations CHECKED 4 the
warmcst point, and all Santa Cruz gases entranesd,
spcllbound, upon tho wondrous sight The yacht.
her skipper conscious Of the interest he II cresting
runs in close to shoro, and thcp, with some todo.
about with slashing Of loosened ropes, swing
Ing Of boom and shvcring Of upright SAILS Eve1 one
watches the feat breathessly. Tho bathers stu their
cries. and let tho breakers strike them on their neck
The diver in her limp wet SUIT, climbing tho ladder.
pauses and starcs Q slender, longllmbed nguro WITH
graceful benz body. clear out against the pale ssy'
An hour lsef-e o'clock-the beaeh ID deserted, ana
the streets Of IL little town full OF exhausted
bathcrs, lettering homeward. with rcckiessy cooked
hats, and moist hair punched up in careless nots
cxudng salt water. Some Of tho very limp ones drn
into the waysdo cottages with the furnished room
signs, pausing at the gate TO interchange lingering
good-bys to the knights Of tho pfquc vcsts. othen-
more pretentous ladies-have private cottages, tidy
little places with climbing and trumpet vines, snd
whItecapped mammas sitting at upon the bal
cony. Here tho melancholy drasna shakes its dusty
green spikes with pleasant noise Of rains,
the fragile pcppertrco throws trcmulous shadow
the close-cpped lawn, and the giant nlomentoss With
its frnged unfoldcd IcSe es, casting disk Of shade
like . small umbrella grows hbrous and shining and
groen.
Three pretty, dishevced girls. with drops Of water
giobng tho ends Of their pointed. moist locks Of
loosencd hair, turn into tho gates Of wonderful
old adobe, one Of the original houses Of old Santa
Cruz, dating from the days when the pous fathers
held sway, practising tho solemn rites Of Holy
Church. and making sour mission vino In the quiet
garden of the MISSION Tho last bathers claimed
by the hotcl--resort of wealth and fashion-whoss
white pillars shine between tho stoms Of sheltorins
beech and willow trees.
The hotel IS . little SILENT drowsy place after me
tremendous Eastern carav an series, where this New
Yorker takes his terrible Summer rest' CALI
fornians lazy, sumptuous people, who take life
easily and don't worry much about anything In
dolcnt handsome young iadies-san Francisco and
Sacramento heiresses and beauties-sro to the din
Ing room waiting odor OF a. white rose' Their
lace evening dresses eaborately overturned, ft
them like wax, their hair is shining with every
curl and loop and pin In place. On their large soft,
white hands shine jewels galore. Their gentlemen
sit in chairs leaning back against the
wall and indulge in languid badinagc. More
women issue out Of upper rooms, with rustling Of
starch and silk and clattering Of keys They are
all handsomely dressed, stout, and well made.
Children, little girls up and down the piazza In
short frocks buoyed out with bustles. weighty
JeWcSSeS
seaman like rolling gait hurry to tho dining room.
1t looks good deal like the dInng-rooms Of small
country hotels NewJersey watering places. Lines
of American flags Cross the ceiling and make sors
Of patriotic tapestry on tho walls. From some OF
the windows one commands hills clothed to their
SUBMITS with tho glowing green Of young vines, or
the long convergng lines of fruit treespeach trees,
splitting under the weight OF their loaded branches.
plum trees, with tho dusty purple clusters massed
about the central stem, spricots and apples few
Of the windows command tho moro human, but less
appetizing prospect Of tho back yards OF the cot
tages, which exhibit . fine crop of babies under
clothes drying over small shrubs, and ON the back
pIazzas tin bathtubs and perambulators.
The guests assemble at T. their ranks reinforced BY
some outsiders, who gather to crack . bottle OF
Zinfandel with friends. and wax merry over thss
cheap and cherry vintage Of Napa Valley To DO
mediocre and commonplace ono drinks the 40 cents
a gallon quality. To be fashionable and earn the
reputation of king. one drinks the as cents
a gallon quality. The walter is much impressed By
this evidence Of q princely extravsgance, and Is
nustered by the hopes of largcsse to come, Is he
wipes the dust from the bottles mouth and pours
the rich ruby Juice the Zinfandel grape, ehuchns
and girgling and murmuring. into the glass.
The dinner is indFerenty good There is
bouillon of pallor most sickly and Of singularly
delicate stamina For the fish there Is sone good
rock cod, well cooked under crisp, brown crust the
and pulling out expiring breaths OF steam, freshly
fragrant. Then comes an entrce which looks promis@
mg-chicken lvers, sante. They appear. The ner-
vous garcon, with his limp napkin pushed up tight
under his arm, sweeps away the intervening dishcs,
the debris Of the rock cod epoch, and whisks on
the cover When the cloud Of ssvory steam lfts ono
sees long, an arid desert of leather lined upcurled
gzzards with an oasis of liver in thu midst, tho whole
overlad with deceptive cloak Of thick gravy. Bus
there is somo Juicy fruit at tho enl and some good
coffee and the Zinfande trichles nrough tho meal.
placid, grateful, honest trustwortLs, from bouon to
coffee.
After dinner people sit the balcony and enjoy
the cool and silent evening This extreme stiffness
Is singular characteristic Of all California landscapes.
There arc no insects to buzz, no frogs to chant
hoarse and dreary vesper The air Is cool almost
chilly and Of exquisite, crystal clearness Tho
cose-eafcd bcechcs arc motioness not lear 6tirs.
The long, dropping branches Of the weeping Willows,
even the ever restless drasinas absolutely STILL
Nature seems to hold her breath. The hotel even 10
Quiet. About the grounds round huc;uatng, red
sparks mark whore the men slowly promenade. After
little whle when the pale, reflected glow has almost
died from tho West, and the trees stand out black
against shy prcked through with large. calm stars.
some one plays tho piano-an etude of Chopins.
She plays we'll and 1t is pleasant to sit outside and
listen. In tho Office there is billiard table where
some OF the knocking about the balls.
Their laughter floats through the open window, also
the soft, sudden clicking Of the striking balls. A
carriage rolls up the streets and away into silence.
An equestrian party canters by vaguely in tho
Dusk the rhy thmic fall Of the horses hoofs echons
down the road People stragglc bcdward. Feet arc
heard n the corridor, and the clatterng Of keys ed
into locks. The black hall boy carries about pitchers.
from which issue the rattling OF ice. Rustinss VI
sti silks heard the stairs, tired good nights,
q lazy kiss two, njuncons to be wakened carly
let ssecp latc At 10 O'Clock, silence. Santa
Cruz is asleep, cnwrapped BY the silent, sumptuouss
Californian night