Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1892-01-02

4 See the fiowersP said Padre Fran
cisco, translating. "Mexicans are fond
of fanciful names"
81 should rather call them poetical," !"
said Derwent. But this place deserves
its name doubly; for what beautiful
| gardens"
1t was the parklike pleasance of which
he had already had glimpse from his
window, and which now spread before
him in all its loveliness, with shadowy
vistas where great trees met overhead in
| an arch of shade, stretches of green turf,
| parterres bright with flowers, tropical
| shrubs loaded with bloom, and small
| gurgling streams, directed into channels
here and there for the irrigation which
made this paradise possible
Turning to the priest, Dona Zarifa
said;
"Shall we take Senor Derwent through
the gardens first, padre mio2 or will it
detain you too long?"
by all means let us show him the
canada the padre replied. "Mirafores
has many beauties, but | think that is
chief. And he may not be able to go
| farther with us.
Il feel as strong rs possible" Derwent
protested. But if MiraAores contains
anything more beautiful than have al
ready seen. beg to be introduced to it
at once"
Come. them" said Zarifa, smiling.
She had opened large white parasol
| lined with rose color, the reflection of
which threw "A soft pink glow over her
delicate. ivorylike face. and as she walk
ed by his side, with her spirited head
held aloft, and her firm, free step-the
true step of a Mexican woman-Derwent
| could not but think how little there was
| Of the conventional languorous, tropical
type about her. There was nothing Sc
ductive in the glances of the dark, proud
eyes. Diana herself could not have sug-
| gested more strongly vestal purity and
| perfect physical vigor in every move
ment. wEile her manner was a perfect
blending of simplicity and dignity He
| likened her again in his thoughts to a
young princess-an ideal princess, who,
realizing in every act and word the full
meaning Of the noble old motto, No
blesse oblige, had yet under all her gen.
| tie graciousness the ineradicable pride
of blood and birth and the fiery spirit of
a warlke race
1t was Padre Francisco who talked
most, answering Derwent's questions
about the country rs they walked down
the beautiful avenues that led toward
the hills which rose sheer and green be-
fore them. Presently they entered
path overshadowed by dropping foliage
| that wound downward to rocky ravine
through which stream came leaping in
cascades of white lo...4. No more en-
chanting spot could be conceived. Here
nature seemed untouched in all her
primitive beauty. Only few paths
along the stream, one or two bridges
crossing it, and temple shaped pavilion
perched on large rock overhanging the
highest fall suggested the work or pres
ence of man. And yet, as Derwent was
told. immense pains had been taken to
bring numbers of plants and trees here,
besides those which grew naturally in a
place so well adapted for vegetation.
The result was wild, lovely blending
of tropical foliage, of masses of flowers
and of rare, exquisite orchids, while
through all, like charming Undine
the stream came whirling over the rocks
in sheets of foam and spray or fell into
crystal pools where naiads might have
bathed.
The enthusiastic admiration of the
young man pleased his guides. This is
my favorite retreat" said Dona Zarifa.
"There is no day 80 warm that delicious
GOODNESS may not be found here, and the
view down the ravine from there"-she
pointed to the pavilion-"is most charm
ing. Some time shall bring an artist
here to paint it. Are you anything Of
an artist, Senor Derwent%
UNFORTUNATELY, no." answered Der
went, "else should be only too happy
to paint such a scene as this. But can
we not so up to the pavilion%
"Certainly-and rest there for time
am sure you must be tired"
He did not like to acknowledge it, but
he was tired, and it was with sense of
relief that he sat down in the pretty
temple after they had mounted the slope
which led to it, The view from this
spot was as lovely as Dona Zarifa had
said. Behind rose steep, green hill
side, below dashed tho leaping water
while before them the romantic canada.
with its wealth of foliage, its rocks and
cascades, extended for at least quarter
OF mile.
"It reminds me somewhat" said Der
went, "of the view from the Buena Es-
peranza Standing at the mouth of the
mine, one looks down ravine even
wilder and granoer than this, though
not so picturesquely beautiful"
His companions glanced at him with
interest. Evidently tho name of the