The San Francisco call., 1909-06-27
Romantic Legends Of The Beautiful
II Mile Drive at Monterey
States Garden of the Gods"
The Spanish Girl Of Royal Birth Who
Eloped to Monterey With Thief and
the Triple Tragedy Following Detection
By A. B. CosTIGAN

was dim and hair was white-and only
death came.
The old custom house stiu stands and
now is used by several artists. whose
studios occupy the upper floor. Across
the street the old adobe hotel dehes
earthquakes and storms. The first
brick building ever erected in Califor-
MA stands at the turn in the road.
which runs around the hin. upon
whose top may be seen the monument
Of Junipero Sierra, the Jesuit priest.
who with his followers landed in the
little bay in 1770. This was the
founding OF the mission OF San Carlos
IN Monterey and of Carmel in the xal-
ley OF the little river OF that name.
Farther on the regularly arranged
barracks and officers Gotta ges, sur
rounding the parade grounds, called
our attention 10 the Preside of Mon
terey.
NEW MONTERREY
Rolling smoothly along wide boule-
ward, We soon reached and passed
through the village of New Monterey
q short distance farther on to enter
another little town. greatly deserving
its name, Pacific Grove. Peaceful and
quiet il nestles in its grove OF pines.
on the shore of the bay, and is mainly
a. town OF homes. Turning from the
main street, which leads on out TO the
lighthouse. we rode out Forest avenue,
passing a few cozy. vine covered cot
tages and finally leaving all signs of
habitation behind US
We had been Obliged 10 obtain from
the hotel mana agement permits to take
the drive and were just wondering
where we were TO pay toll when we
saw ahead Of US a gate by the side OF
which stood little white lodge al
most completely hidden in clematis and
the passion vine At the signal from
our horn comely little woman came
out and took our permit and the num-
Der OF our car This was the gate
keepers wife, who with a sweet smile
expressed the wish that We should en-
JOY the drive. well knowing we would.
for its beauties never grow old even
TO those who often see them. This is
where the main drive begins.
The road has been cut through a
forest OF pines. up whose trunks scram-
bic vines and from whose branches
hang festoons of moss. The driveway
is graded with a very fine white gravel
obtained from quarries in the vicinity
and which on account of being well
watered and constantly in use is as
hard as macadam and scintillates as
though covered with diamond chips.
PINES GILDED IN SUNLIGHT
On both sides of the road for two
or three miles tall, coniferous pines
glow in such numbers as to seem a
solid wall. the top of which is bathed
in sunlight At the edge of the road
and extending as far back as the eye
can see into these dark vistas are
enormous green brakes OF various
heights. some reaching that of seven
or eight feet
Passing through this dark avenue,
which by no means is straight or level,
some of the grades. although not ap-
pearing steep. being quite heavy, we
came TO the site OF the old sawmil.
A legend runs that many years ago
the son of a Spanish grandee. in the
interest of his country. was sent to
search for the perpetrators of an en-
beZzlement, who had eloped with
girl OF royal birth many years before
Don Jose Artega arrived in Monterey.
where il was thought the culprft
might be found. and after several days
OF investigation was about TO take his
departure when one morning he mount
ed his horse and followed what was
then a rough wagon road 10 the mill
He was Hospitality received by the
miller who with his wife and daugh-
ter lived in the cottage in the grove
near the mill Indians and halfbreeds
We're used in the labor of hauling and
saving the logs. which were then taken
TO Monterey, and a guest at the mill
was always welcome, as even the short
distance to town was seldom travelled
by the miller's family
One glance at the dark, wild beauty
OF Mona. the daughter, caused the
heart of the man, gay cavalier as he
was 10 pound, and the day was nearly
done before he made his way to his
abiding place in the little town.
WARM SOUTHERN wOOING
Thereafter. each day, he would ride
to the mill and in all the warmth of
his southern nature pressed his suit.
The days heightened into weeks, and
the weeks numbered months, aRd still
Don Artega remained, until one day
he received a letter telling him that as
his search seemed fruitless he must
return TO Madrid
He told the old Spaniard and his wife,