The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1899-01-15

rroppd. hut he picked it up and moved va
iiantiy forward at the serene pace OF n snail
due TO arrive on the day after maannas N
putting on a serious cou~ntenanee, rode across
the plaza and through 2 street q hait b mns hx
ante 1p Sne eGTpSSr but respectfu II tSfrronE Of boys and
girls resident along the route,
Outside Ronda about a mile we arriyeu r. II
was the little house OF Bonita. who L. watch
woman of the railroad crossing Ihis ss u
ibeir point OF view endorses II somehow. Here
/ got down, and, directed Antonio pt0t n1.
care, Il was too back. breaking n contriyancee
for an amateur Of Ronda saddles, we Ieit y
with the 4 baroSSd II B %san sisn E1TS' s dhT }iTSr on. as
I'm not very good at sideways, bareback; but
Anita looked as Il che was going to cry wh en-
! % see S the ruins Of some Old Moorish baths that
ally she herself wished to call upon a friend
who lived, on a farm near the ruins; tt'WT 1S
bloom looked very homelike.. :But, tho big
olive orchards Antonio led us through seemed
far and foreign enough 70 go wit Win no me so wGo ne
the direction OF the red and nurple peaks. This
humble journey through a valley ana 6aek
again was much better suited 10 inc conul-
Get her to tell YOU about the kid Of Tole,::
isn't In Ohio" said the man with the pipe.
1T was rainy that day IN Toledo. she saiu;
c c6g, ! AZ. went You out need 5e On O Jude SST IN i! To led T more
than almost anywhere except Boston. tine
tbeS ss ars 80 1d iRtr .ad i d HdS we Wish nae to O Ssd
any place in particular. so l went alone:
walked across the square, whore the cadets OF
Notwithstanding tho scene, with red ,%and.yel-
low dabs of color as. they %lounged about un;,
street, the smallest. dirtiest, p%rettiestt little
b boz you ever snd saw s With biz; i Reans q c6e s1l5.
bobbed up beside me; l don't believe he was
2 minute more than Ave years old 4. ,b he spoke pc fe
Andalusia and Cuba. but pure Castilian with
the n, always IN the right place: .no %
S ceisbrlti %s o. q : TdSi saFy injured ' u p3iiss|y .this
extremely young business man. i Will take
you both to the cathedral and to the palace for
vi tod him that it was really a great g., At bar ar
palace the day before. and | was not to-day in
the mood for cathedrals and palaces. He
THE sehora would prefer to visit the house
81 Don QuixoteH' he suggested. L will con-
no be conducted to the house Of Don :Qui-
xote, Tor one cent by such a guide was ire;
s s1sJdiE,SSt Come "a along = YOU dear little BABY
boyi' He instantly slipped his dirty h and con-
n~dinely into mine: to my surprise. and then we
fact. gervantes lived all over the place, in
Spain. You may A>Ht escape camping on his
trail IN MADRID or no Nlio' ~
Gala. or %anywhere, OF co nrse. in La Mancha..
this house Of Don Vuixote YOU are going to
show. mop | asked my guioN. His little IN.
gers twisted deprecatingly abo>'t mine anu ne
smiled. He did not know what A1eant by that
big word Cervantes. and that iiIgnN was worth
the cent. He repeated reassurihglD
Of Don Qulxote.'
We arrived at the place, 1t was a vor>| old
building with n big. draughty open codrt.'n
the middle. filled with. the litter Of a wagon
manInr' Chnn II had an mir Nf damn fan re-
spectability. and was probably once an inn.
Above the entrance was a most unprepossNss-
ing and shiningly new. modern and ugly little
bust OF Cervantes.. There was also an inscrip-
tion saying that on some recent date. / forget
when. the city Of: Toledo had placed this me
mortal here to mark a former dwelling place
of-the nlustrious Cervantes.
Il looked down at my. guide to see what he
would have to say for himself. He took his
hand from mine he made the sign OF the cross
upon his devout small pc arson. he pointed to
that ugly little bust. and he said with dignity
and sincerity. and n cherubic baby smile that
Murillo would have gone miles to paint:
" This is the house Of Don Quixote. and
there, is a figure of the Holy Child above the
door,
He crossed himself again. gave him two
back to the SQUARE"