New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1899-12-31

Altogether at your service Why the dickens
didn't we divine this sooner? It's been horrlDiy
dull-this beastly desert"
Miss Hill protested ITS not a beastly
desert"
1T isn't now" he admitted. Which she
ignored and went on:
IT'S very beautiful and grand if you only
understand il. dare say you were not brought
up on it,
Il wasn't. thank Heaven
We'll. I was was born on it. I made my
first mud pies with ella water | rode my first
burro around Thomas and mad my first spill
into this alkai dust. ] suppose one has to be
used to it from the very beginning to love IT..
Harrington began to feel that it was anything
but creditable not to love it. He defended him
self "New-England geve me birth. And still
prefer the lilac to the mesquite bush. It's all
matter of education. of course
"Of course" she agreed. Tell me about the
Preside"
He told her about it with the zest for word
painting which California fosters, and left her
with the belief that she was about to enter para
disc on earth
You play golf, of course
1t is the question which must come sooner or
later She answered that she did not: and Har-
rington was glad because now h. could teach
her. and life would be all one beautiful driving
little white balls across green slopes and fields OF
neurs-de-lis, with blue sky overhead and q
sapphir. sea beyond. 1t was eternal spring in
Harrington's heart just now So he overlooked
tn. detail that ieurs-de-lis don't bloom in Au-
gust.
Outside of Section was stuffy sleeper.
where sat a scandaiizcd man and woman, whis-
| pering and casting looks and beyond that was a
cleaning desert. where the thermometer would
have registered incredible things But in Sec
ton > all was charming. ne crunch of feet on
the cindcIs the tinkle Of the hammer on the hot
box. the murmur Of mems voices, came family
| to it.
How long shall we stop here" Miss Hill
/ asked
/ Harrington did not know, and said 50. Neither
did he care; but he kept that to himself He
| liked Southern Arizona Then Miss Hi wanted
! to know Where are we?'
The question is the answer" he told her. She
looked puzzled. DO you understand Spanish
/ She remembered some from the days OF Mexi-
| can nurses and citizen packers. There mad
been a time when it was her most fluent speech
We'll. then. the name Of this garden spot is
Adonde-at Least, within half mile Of it."
THAT means where" she said.
Isn't it jolly we'll named? To look out upon
this world here is to ask where and whittier,
and why and what for? The plains are such
forcible reminders Of the eternal un-g etat-able-
ness Of things in general"
Miss Hill was resentful Il dare say they are
not all measured of by human foot rules like
New England. But they are lovely. / am quite
sure | shall not like the Preside links half 81
we'll"
This was dangerous Harrington launched of
upon the delights Of golf. The conductor called
! All aboard" and feet hurried along the cndei
bed But the train was going thirty miles al
hour before they really realized il had started
and they were at Yuma and had twenty-five
minutes in which to eat dinner before they were
aware that they had passed Adonde. Adonde
indeed! It was already only too plain where
| and whittier.
| 1t was palmer still by the time they crossed