Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-09-21

tc0Cne0 It0 Eeultns 400 mOVemeuO "
the heavenly orbs, the principles BY
which their motions are regulated. with
the causes Of the various phenomena,
are known thoroughly, and II all the
ohservatories on the globe were aban.
doned today the science Of navigation,
for example, would know, and does
know, al that can aid Il for the next
thousand years. San Jose, however, Il
very proud Of this observatory. which
overlooks IL beautiful valley, and never
asks unpleasant questions concerning its
utility.
AZ the broad bases Of these towering
hills lies some Of the fairest land under
the sun. Deep green orange groves. lus-
cious vineyards, extensive orchards, with
olive and prune trees galore. I spent
two or three days driving about under
the shadow Of Mount Hamilton, and
never did my eyes rest on roster or
more prosperous country, seeing nowhere
0 sign Of poverty, and meeting people
of uncommon thrift. One afternoon I
Unexpectedly visited an olive ranch,
meeting the owner on the highway by
accident. It was near Los Gatos, few
ullIC0 AkOuA G0t1 VOoCt oAl0 - AAOW ~ w
lieve, as the Quito grove.
Could be in California? recalled q
day in Tuscany, when sat eating olives
and black bread with a sandaled Italian
priest, and heard him sing his dreams of
hope, and laugh his satisfaction over the
dropping yield Of his purple trees.
Some one has said that no landscape Is
spiritual from which the olive 10 absent.
I do not know as to that. but the grow
ing olive to me seems to have the breath
Of heaven on its body just as It had on
preached more than eighteen centuries
ago. Quito grove is an Italian reproduc-
ton. All the men employed on 1t have
been brought from the olive groves near
Florence, and have given . national
character to their present home. The
owner is Mr.. Goodrich, a gentle
man with a passion for olive culture.
He is an eastern man, an alumnus
Of Yale and traveller Of observation
and taste. His family Is living In Flor
ence, where his children are being edu-
Gated, and he has made his present quar-
ters resemble the Italian home of his
wife as much as possible. The servants
and the service are Italian, which is the
one language spoken, and the whole
place has the true Tuscan flavor. He il
improving the olive and, l assume, max
ing money in this delicious valley, while
all about him are tidy little ten and
twenty acre farms devoted to the French
prune, the grape and the olive, whose
owners say they realize two and three
hundred dollars an acre. To the visitor
It seems an ideal existence; what its
drudgery may be do not know. But
this do know, that the roads of neigh
borhood are a fair criterion Of the neigh
borhood's intelligence and prosperity,
and the roads of Santa Clara are mag
nificent, well graded and ballasted. The
Alameda, for instance, q broad ave-
nue running from San Jose to Santa
Clara, is level as floor and shaded
by trees planted by the mission
fathers 100 years ago. In the perfection
of its roadways California gives the east
many points in the game. "If you are
in San Jose next Sunday will run up
and dine with you at the Vendome,"
said San Francisco friend as on a
March Monday evening he saw me of for
Del Monte and Monterey. The next Sun
day sat in the cool Of the veranda
awaiting the arrival of the noon train,
when my friend quietly bowled into the
court yard Oh his bicycle. The distance
from San Francisco to San Jose is fifty
miles He had made it in trife over
three hours, SO perfect are the roads.