The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1900-02-08

overhead and sapphire sea beyond. 1t
was eternal spring in Harm gton's
heart just now, so he overlooked the
detail that fleurs-delis don't bloom in
August.
Outside of section 2 was a stuffy
sleeper, where sat scandaliZed man
and woman, whispering and casting
looks; aud beyond that was cleaning
desert. where the thermometer would
have registered incredible things. But
N section all was charming. The
crunch of feet on the cinders, the tinkle
of the hammer on the hot box. the mur-
mur of mems voices, came family to IT..
How long shall we stop here?" Miss
Hill asked.
Harrington did not know, and said
so Neither did he care; but he kept
that to himself. He liked southern
Arizona Then Miss Hill wanted to
know where are we?"
"The question is the answer" he
told her. She looked puzzled "Do
yon understand Spanish?' She re-
membered some from the days of
Mexican nurses and citizen packers.
There had been time when it was
her most fluent speech. "Well. then.
the name of this garden spot is
Adonde--at least, within half a mile
OF it."
That means where" she said.
Isn't it jolly well named? To look
out upon this world is to ask where
and WHITTIER and why and what
for?' The plains are such forcible re-
minders of the eternal un-get-at-able-
ness of things in general"
Miss Hill was resentful. 81 dare say
they are not all measured off by hui
man footrules like New England. But
they are lovely. ] am quite sure |
shall not like the Preside links half
so we'll"
This was dangerous. Harrington
launched off upon the delights of golf.
The conductor called "All aDUard!"
and feet hurried along the cinder bed.
But the train was going 30 niles an
hour before they really realized it had
started; and they were at Yuma and
had % minutes in which to eat din
ner before they were aware that they
had passed Adonde. Adonde, indeed.
1t was already too plain where and
whittier.
1t was palmer still by the time they
crossed on the ferry. Maj. Hill saw it,
and so did Mrs. Hill. and some others
who had come over TO the arain so
they were very considerate about il.
and went to listen to the music in the
social ball. harrington leaned on the
rail beside her and showed her the
gulls. and said this was San Francisco,
as though he were personally respon-
sible for it-which is the way we got
In California. 1t was only too evil
dert, even to the watching strangers
where and whittier. Where they were
was IN the seventh heaven of content
ment. And whittier they tended was
reached just two months later.
Upon that occasion, which was none
other than his wedding day, they
called upon Harrington for toast.
He stood up and looked at Mrs. HaI-
ilngtou. The boucles folles were still
there, though half-hidden by the
white veil. and she was blushing as
pinkly now as upon that first day in
the stretch and silence of the prairie,
that ever memorable and delightful
day at the place of the unanswerable
question, Adonde. Harrington
thought Of that day and, raising his
glass, made in the opinion of all as
sembled the flattest failure of toast
But his wife understood and the
others did not matter. He had locke j
into her eyes and had said: Howl"
San Francisco Argonaut.