The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1909-10-08
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REYNOLDS LAND OPENING
Peake & Son Take Party of ProspectOrs
to Mason Greek Last
Sunday

people took the six o'clock morning
train last Sunday for Mason creek,
eighteen miles west OF here, the object
being an outing and incidentally to
look at the block of land recently
plated by F. A. Reynolds, adjoining
the Mason creek siding on the Great
Northern railway. Francis Peake Of
the firm of NJ. F. Peake & Son, the
hustling real estate dealers of this place,
conducted the excursion in the nine
teenth century promoter style, never
slipped a cog or overlooked an oppor-
tunity to point out slightly building
spot or an unusually fine five acre tract
of land, nor did he fail to point out the
evidences OF the productivity OF the
soil and its adaptation to fruit growing,
Notwithstanding it was Sunday and no
business deals could be closed-be-
cause the banks were all closed.
Last Sunday, as everyone will re-
member, was one OF the most perfect
fall days in about the most delightful
climate in the world. The hillsides
were aglow with color. In truth the
landscape presented a perfect riot of
color. All the shades Of red, from a
delicate pink to a deep scarlet, mixed
with every variety of brown, flung with
a reckless hand here and there among
the dark green Of the young pines,
presented such a variety of color as the
artist vainly tries to initiate.
After tramping around over the hills
and enjoying the beauties Of nature in
one of her happiest autumn moods,
from nine o'clock until after one, the
party was treated to such a dinner by
Mrs. c. w. Hastings as the partakers
thereof will not soon forget. It was
one of those dinners that can only be
gotten at one of those country homes
where the lmder is we'll supplied with
all the products that the thrifty farmer
can supply. The man who has never
been so fortunate as to eat fried
chicken on its native heath-the farm
cooked by the farmers wife, does not
know what fried chicken is. Why,
there is as much difference between
stringy, old, town-fried chicken and the
genuine country article as there would
be in Golden axle grease and dairy
butter spread on your morning toast.
After dinner there was not enough
poetry and romance in the whole
bunch to make respectable patent
medicine joke book. Just how many
chickens it required to satisfy that
bunch of town folks nobody knows but
Mrs. Hastings, and we are quite sure
she is too considerate to tell. But the
haunts that knew a whole lot of festive
fryers will know some OF them no
more forever. If it be true, as some
old gourmand said, that the highest
compliment that can be paid to good
dinner is eating it, then surely Mrs.
Hastings was smothered with compli
ments.
There is another old saw that might
have received confirmation, The way
to mans purse is by the route OF his
stomach" Just after that dinner every
man there would have bought a tract
of Mr. Reynolds land, but for the fact
that it was Sunday, and the law, both
human and divine, puts ban on Sun
day traffic. There is no doubt, tho,
that he will sell out the twenty FIVE
acre tracts which he has put on the
market, in a short time. Every foot of
the land is as rich as any in the We
natchee valley, and as productive, too.
OF which there was abundant proof on
every hand. Several members Of the
party declared their intention Of taking
a tract.
The following parties returned to
Leavenworth on the afternoon train:
G. A. and Gene Hamilton, J. E. Grant,
Joe Gangler, Grant Alsbury, W. w.
Rice, T. w. Greve, Francis Peake,
Mr.. and Mrs. E. A. King, Mr.. and
Mrs. Deed H. Magyar, and Louis
Michel, OF Wenatchee.