The Twin City star. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1910-19??, 1917-10-13

"HE pilgrims to Canterbury
walk upon way polished by
the feet Of history and rich
- in an atmosphere Of majes-
tic antiquity. Association with Roman,
Briton, Pict, Scot, Dane, Celt and Nor
man has clothed it with personality,
clarifying what would otherwise be
mere geographical locality, and the
spirits of humans of all later times are
drawn to it as the dividing point be-
tween paganism, and Christianity to
the English-speaking world.
But if we of today were to walk
upon the historic highway in the far
West, called Ell Canine Real, we could
not dream ourselves back into the day
when the brown-robed Franciscans
went forth and back upon it, treading
the tender grass of winter or raising
the golden dust-clouds Of summer, be-
cause that way is hard-paved today,
and the pilgrims dream would be sad
ly broken by the lodging of the auto
mobiles which have claimed the way
as a personal possession, writes Meta
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
to be found on the road marked by
the mile-pOst bells, particularly in
travelling from Los Angeles to San
Diego, at the roads very beginning.
It 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 couR-
try, was to find the air sweet with
the fragrance Of orange blossoms and
roses. I had tancied the orange trees
not yet in flower, and the roses very
largely gone for a while, but acres of
both were there to confound me. Dahl
las almost as big as cabbages
nodded their gorgeous crimson and
magenta heads from country door
yards, and in a bowerlike river bed
we saw a company of tourists out of
their machines gathering green castor
beans, perhaps under the impression
that they were horse chestnuts.
In the open stretches, the blue dis
lance of fog were artistically set Off
by golden hedges of wild mustard and
sunflOwers. At intervals all along the
road the rose racks set up by an en-
terprising public spirit were often full
of bloom, mostly with the warm-scent-
ed Ragged Robins" Of velvety GRIM
son. We even met country girl driv-
ing, who, having the prettiest OF pink
faces and being dressed in pink, look
ed like Duchesse rose herself.
To San Juan capistrano.
We crossed the great San Joaquin
ranch through miles of small, golden
bean stalks, which shaded into dis.
tances of amber against the blue-veiled
hills. It looked as If it had taken as
many Mexicans as are enlisted with
Villa to rake those stacks into such
economically spaced order.
In the hill country beyond, the rich
brown Of tarweed, whose sweet pun
gency filed the air with healing, whole
some balm, covered all the landscape
and exQuisitely subtle cOlOrs We're
brought out under the clOud-mottlet
sky. Ever and again the black-greer
of eucalyptus clumps made picture
like effects against the tawny fields
Faith, this was a long road, and less
varied, when the padres trod it in thu
olden time!
It was down canyon dotted witt
great sycamores that we finally cam'
upon the artist-haunted ruins Of Mis-
sion San Juan Capistrano.
This spot is crassly modern com
pared with really ancient things, We
1t has its own atmosphere Of RELATIVE
antiquity. never have gazed on tn
pyramids or the Sphinx. st. Peer
at Rome, Notre Dame and st. Mar
tins at Canterbury are, so far, onl'
names and pictures to me. Even Ply
i mouth Rock is very remote In persona
\ association as well as distance. Blu
my latent reverence for the finger
7 marks of time and the monuments t
human ideals came up at sight Of thes
! singularly quaint and beautiful. re
mains of period rich In romano
and devOut dreams on this gOlde
western slope.
Beauties Of the Ruins.
Pomegranatc trees and dusty re
geraniums grew in front of the RUNE
walls rising against the pale blue Q
a MONDAY sky. Where the whitewas
IA was gene, the ruins were rich golde