The progressive farmer and the cotton plant., 1905-07-04

Rut the cable cars only took us part of the
rav ND Mt. Lowe. Trolley cars then went the
rest Of the way, winding in and out in forests of
live oak and fir, through gorges, above precipices
and across trestles-smaller mountain peaks be-
ncatb us and the beautiful valley of San Gabriel,
cbeckered with fields of wheat and barley, extend
;mr for miles and miles in the mellow haze at the
mountains base.
Still two and a half miles from the top when
the car line ended, three of us resolved to walk
f. the top, and in the beauty of the scenery we
felt well repaid for the strenuousness of the trip
and the possible peril of making a misstep and
falling down a steep ledge of ragged rocks. But
no such accident befell us, and from the top we
looked out over a scene of rare loveliness. Other
mountain peaks were around us, "Old Baldy' not
many miles away snow-capped in spite of the June
sun: San Gabriels silvery stream winding
through a fertile valley; clouds and mist below
us: and far away the dimly-descried Pacifc-our
first faint view of this greatest of the oceans. No
one coming to California should go away with
ont seeing Mt. Lowe.
An Eden on Earth.
In the afternoon we were at Pasadena-Pasa-
dena. a dream of beauty and loneliness. I cannot
describe it; I should have to go to Milf de-
s%cription of Eden to find language to f, 4s vine
clad houses, it's clean-swept streets, its magnif-
cent gardens, its velvety awns, its palatial resi-
dences, its palm-lined drives, it's hedges of ger
aniums, its bowers of roses. Mr.. Gaylord, mine
host, showed us his own yard rich with semi-trop-
ical flowers. and just across the way his neigh
boris house with geraniums twenty-feet high
blOssoming we'll up about the second story win
dows! This is no fairy story. my dear lady, for /
mean just what I say, and what I say is that I
saw geraniums twenty feet high-geraniums such
as you grow in your flower pots and are glad to
get to the height of two feet event And we passed
by a rose bush which is said to have had o $1,000
blossoms in a single year-though I am not to be
taken as authority for this statement. But / did
see a rose bush climbing about the top of a three
story residence in Santa Barbara yesterday. Near
the same place / saw a banana grove, and drank
lemonade made from lemons grown by the man
who made the drink, while Mr.. Charles F. Eaton
picked me a locust to eat-one of these Oriental
locusts such as John the Baptist ate with the wild
honey in the wilderness of Palestine. They can
grow anything out here if it is watered enough.
and geraniums grow so profusely that they are
used as hedges between yards-used instead of
fences or the box plant.
Where Widows are Plentiful.
In Pasadena millionaires are so common as to
be almost vulgar, and there are so many people
who have nothing to do but spend money that it
Is strange there is so little bad taste-strange
that there are not more houses like Moneybags
Senator Clark's on Fifth Avenue or that monop-
olsts in Washington City which is "Queen Ann
IN front and Mary Ann behind" A large pro-
portion of the houses here were built by wealthy
fasteners who wore out their lives making money
and came here at last only to die before finishing
thelr palaces. l heard that there were seven mil
Ionalre widows on one street. Mrs. Garfield,