Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1917-10-26

T@HE pilgrims to Canterbury
walk upon way polished BY |
the feet of history and rich |
in an atmosphere OF maJes-
lie antiquity. Association with Roman
Briton, Plct, Scot, Dane, Celt and Nor
man has clothed 1t with personality,
ulorifying what would otherwise be
mere geographical locality, and the
spirits Of humans OF all later times are
draws to it as the dividing point De-
tween paganism and Christianity 10
the English-speaking world.
But il we Of today were to Walk
mon the historic highway In the Tar
west. called El Canine Real, we could
not dream ourselves back into the day
when the brown-robed Franciseans
went forth and back upon 1t, treading
the tender grass Of winter or raising
the golden dust-clouds Of summer, De-
cause that way is hard-paved today,
and the pilgrims dream would be sad
Nv broken by the lodging OF the auto
mobiles which have claimed the way
AS personal possession, writes Neeta
MARQUIS in the Los Angeles Times.
But to the automobilist who has a
mind for the past as well as an eye for
the present, there Is a wealth OF charm
10 he found on the road marked by
the mile-post bells, particularly 10
travelling from Los Angeles to san
Diego, at the roads very beginning.
II was cool and deliciously foggy
when we left Los Angeles, soon after
eight o'clock, and one Of the first sur
prises when we reached the real coun'
frv. was to find the air sweet WITT
the fragrance of orange blossoms anc
roses. / had fancied the orange trees
not vet In flower, and the roses verl
largely gone for while, but acres 2, Q
both were there to confound me. DAM
las almost as big as caDDage
nodded their gorgeous crimson am
magenta heads from country dooE
yards, and in a bowerlike river pe'
we saw d company Of tourists out Q
their machines gathering green caste
beans. perhaps under the impressio
that they were horse chestnuts.
In the open stretches, the blue dii
lance of fog were artistically set o
nv golden hedges Of wild mustard an
sunflowers. AT intervals all along tn
road the rose racks set up by an 81
terprising public spirit were often ~
aof bloom, mostly with the warm-scen
ed Ragged Robins" Of velvety erin
son. We even met country girl dri
ing, who, having the prettiest OF pr
faces and being dressed In pink, 100
ed like a Duchesse rose herself.
TO San Juan capistrano.
We crossed the great San Joaqu
ranch through miles of small, gold'
bean stalks, which shaded into q
tances Of amber against the blue-vell
hills. 1t looked as If 1t had taken
many Mexicans as are enlisted WI
villa to rake those stacks into su
economically spaced order.
Tn the hill country beyond, the II
brown of tarweed, whose sweet pr
pency filled the air with healing, who
some balm, covered all the landscal
and exquisltely subtle colors VIZ
brought out under the cloud-mottl
sky. Ever and again the black-gre
Of eucalyptus clumps made plctn
like effects against the tawny hel
Faith. this was long road. and \
varied, when the padres trod u ID
plden timel
II was down canyon dotted "
great sycamores that we finally GO
hluon the artist-haunted ruins OF y
sion San Juan Capistrano.
This spot is crassly modern G
nared with really ancient things,
4 has its own atmosphere Of relat
ANTIQUITY. never have gazed' on
pyramids or the Sphinx. 81 Pet.
81 Bone, Notre Dame and St "
kin,s at Canterbury are, so far, 9
names and pictures to me. Even
mouth Rock is very remote In perso
association as well as distance.
NV latent reverence for the uni
marks of time and the monuments
human ideals came up at sight Of u
gingularly quaint and beautiful
mains Of a period rich In roma
and devout dreams on this gol
western slope.
Beauties Of the Ruins.
POmegranate trees and dusty
xeraniums grew IN front Of the run
Salla rising against the pale blue
nOOnday sky. Where the whiteW
mas gone, the ruins were rich gol