Los Angeles daily herald., 1888-11-26

he peeps above the Eastern hills until
be dipps bis disc in the waves of the
Western ocean. The ardent kisses of the
god OF day make roses blush and petunias
bloom purple along all the streets
OF fair Monrovia. Her slopes are
crowned with many stately home, or
decked with more numerous cottages,
around which cluster the rarest flowers
that grow. Let us not forget that it is
SUNDAY IN NOVEMBER.
1t is even near the end of the month.
Inc last day OF the current week ushers
IN december. Yet here on this gentle
nillslde, beneath the towering mountain,
the whole population walked about, for
getiui Oh overcoats, wraps or other pro-
lection from the weather. A parasol to
ward off the sun was the most indispensi-
BILE OF things. From hundred hydrants
in as many velvety and emerald lawns
there fell showers of crystal sprays. On
all sides roses Of all sorts, the spotless
Lamark, the delicate pink La France.
the crimson glory OF the Giant of Battle,
and each and all of the rarer sorts were
in full bloom. Heliotrope and Sweet
Alice perfumed the air, while fuschias
hung their graceful bells in many tints
from sprays as high as the roofs of
the porches. Below are the meadows
where the grass is already two or three
inches high, the grain fields where the
young blaze stands well above ground,
and the rivers course aligned with brush
bramble and stately tree, while in the
distance the Puente hills lay turned
toward the western sun in world of green
pasture land. Any one who on a day
like yesterday took in the many attrac-
tlons OF Monrovia would no longer won
der at her marvellous growth. The town
sprung into existence in a moment as
it were, robust in health and fair in
| adornment as Athene sprang from the
brain of Zeus. In this case w. N. Mon.
roe was the fruitful source of so fair a
result. Monrovia has grown apace, is
growing still and will long continue to
grow and prosper. Her abundance of
crystal water, direct from the granite
rocks, her fair view over 20 miles of the
San Gabriel valley, and her balmy air,
as pure as the water because it comes
from the same mountain sources, are
influences which must prevail.
THE JOURNEY HOME.
So the wanderers turned the horses
heads homewards, passing through Ar
cadia two miles westsof Monrovia. 1t is
twin sister of the eastern town, and,
like it, will be delightful place for
lovely homes. 1t has the same unap-
proachable views, the same unpoluted
water in great streams, the same invig-
Grating air and the same dry, porous soil
in which no moisture lodges and no ma
laria turks. The roads all through these
highly perched towns of the foot
hills are dry an hour after
the rain stops. At Arcadia there
are many pretty homes, Mr.. H. A.
Unruh's being one Of the typical homes
of Los Angeles. The hotel is fine brick
structure, neatly furnished and awaiting
tenant. 1t will be opened soon, and
lying as it does betw cen the Santa Fe
and Rapid Transit roads Arcadia must
prosper. West of this lies Mr.. Baldwin's
home place, then that of A. B. Chapman,
ESQ, the Sunny Slope, and below
hotel so well kept by Mr. Martin. Just
century-old church and Spanish village,
a reminder of the era that is past So
the journey progressed pleasantly while
the afternoon shadows grew longer as
the lovely Alhambra was passed through.
Roads were good and scenes were fair
until the city limits were reached again.
and then slough after slough, one
more that of Despond than the other,
were encountered, until the horse, glad
to be home, turned into his own stable.
THE GLORIOUS CLIMATE.
Such are the November days of this
highly favored section. One may pass
%",ithont mention the wide vineyards, the
big wineries, the shadowy orange
groves, the big focks of sheep, the fat
cattle, the fast flyers of Baldwin's sta.
bles, the broad grain fields and the
sheepwalks on the hills. They might
not be at all, and yet here
is the one eclectic spot in the Union;
yes in the world. The climate tells the
tale, and while there are such uncloudy
skies, such balmy days, such smiling
sunlight, such warmth, comfort and
health, and such pure mountain streams
and heavenly visions Of landscapes as
all cluster together along the upper San
Gabriel valley, this section will
be the Mecca to which innumerable
eyes will turn and innumerable
footsteps tend until it is all filed up with
those whom the rigors of an Eastern win
ter have cheated of lung, and with those
who are weary of making such a bitter
struggle for comfort against the relent-
less fury OF the Borean blasts which
sweep the Western prairies.