The Arizona sentinel., 1889-06-29

| AOuI-ISSS0u OuO-1o pOl AhACVOO UO "oAh on that street.
 I opened the valise at one point where there was fine view of grand mansion away back among noble trees, and as I set my camera there came from a palace nearer the road troup of merry, well-dressed children who raced down the lawn and cried:
 Please, mister, won't you photo graph us?"
 "Yes."
 Are you going to take Mir. Blanks house?"
 "Yes."
 'And may we stand here and be in the pictureP"
 "Yes"
 ''Oh, tbGRE you. -
 At this moment the voice of proprie-' ty and aristocracy came from out of the vine-shaded veranda from some unseen guardians, and in tone of re- proach was uttered the one word
 Children"
 The unfortunate little girls had for gotten for the moment that they were rich, and they had rashly taken up with wandering photographer. Here was chance for great fun, but it was denied them. They had to sacrifice fun to the proprieties, and with long ing, lingering and regretful glance at the camera, they slowly departed up to the mansion, and from the shaded porch took furtive glances at the for bidden photographer.
 It is better to be born lucky than rich, especially when a person is young.
 Now, the thing that got me into trouble at Clifton was the distaste l have for twice going over the same road. I did not want to go back to Cincinnati over the cable line that I had come out on. l thought I would walk through the place and that l would come to some other line and go in that way and thus see more of the surrounding country.
 The day became hotter and hotter. The valise became heavier and heavier. I passed an academy. Public school would be too plebeian a name for an institution that was to teach the chil- dren of such wealthy people as live in Clifton, so they call the place an acad- emy. Then there was an aristocratic church. Finally 1 met some one and said to him:
 "HOw far is it to a street-car line?"
 "Oh, you're going the wrong way. The cable-cars are a few miles in the other direction.
 "Yes, know. I came that way and l want to go back another"
 That's your best way back to town. don't know how far it is to another line this way. Five miles, 1 guess"
 l thought was good for five miles, so I tramped along. The next person I accosted made it four miles and a half, and the next four miles. was polishing off the distance in good shape and so was satisfied. Finally Clifton avenue came to an abrupt and untimely end, and the street that branched off was called Lafayette avenue, I think. It went at right angles to Clifton and was equally beautiful. After tiresome trudge, I came to gang of men fixing the road. Among them was civil engineer taking a sight through his telescope, which stood on the usual tripod.
 "How far is it to street car line?" I asked.
 "The nearest street car line is at Cummingsville. You had better go back and take the cable road"
 "Good heavens! Don't say that. It must be twenty miles to the cable road"
 Not quite so far. But it's five miles and a half to Cummingsville."
 ''Oh see here," said, you've got to do better than that. A man miles back told me it was only five miles then and have been offered Cum at four and half and four miles since that time. Make it three and half, like good fellow"
 Cant do it, my boy. You see, I've measured every inch of the way. They couldn't deliver CummingsviIle at that rate. I'll tell you the very best can do. will take twenty rods from the five and half. I'll let you have the cable cars at five and quarter, and not so much uphill work at that"
 "I wouldn't have the cable cars at any figure. It's Cummingsville or bust with me-"
 You will find the vile long time cumming" said the surveyor, and after he said that 1 left
 From that time forth the valise weighed a ton. But l soon came on view that was worth all the toll. There was a tremendous ravine and small lake at the bottom. On the other bank was a private residence, that looked like a castle on the Rhine. Further on, the view became even more ex- tended. The road was now at the top of a steep hill. At the bottom ran canal, and beyond that was town. Away in the blue distance stretched long valley, and the out look reminded me of some of the minor ravines of Switzerland. 1 was wishing the town at my feet was Cummings vile, when came on some more road makers