Tensas gazette. [volume] (St. Joseph, La.) 1886-current, 1917-10-19

walk upon way pOllSned by
the feet of history and rich
I'm an atmosphere of ma les
tic antiquity. Association with Roman,
Briton. Pict. Scot. Dane, Celt and Nor
man has clothed il with personality.
clarifying what would otherwise he
mere geographical locality, and the
spirits of humans of all later times are
drawn to ii rs 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 III Canine Real, we could
not dream ourselves back into the day
when the brOwn-rObed Franciscans
went forth and back upon 1t, treadinG
the tender grass of winter or raising
the golden dust-clouds of summer. he
cause that way is hard-paved today.
and the pilgrims dream would be sad
iy broken by the lodging of the auto
mobiles which have claimed the way
as a personal possession. writes Neeta
Marquis In the Los Angeles Times.
But to the automobiles who has
mind for the past as well rs an eye for
the present. there is 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.
1t 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-
try. was to find the air sweet with
roses. had fancied the orange trees
not yet I'm 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
beams. perhaps under the impression
that they were horse chestnuts.
In the open stretches. the blue dis.
lance of fog were artistically set OF
by golden hedges of wild mustard and
sunilowers. 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 n country girl driv-
ing. who. having the prettlest of pink
faces and being dressed In pink. look
cd 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-veileti
hills. 1t looked Us IL ii had taken as
many Mexicans rs are enlisted with
Villa to rake those stacks into such
geometrically spaced order.
In the hill country beyond. the rich
brown of tarweed, whose sweet pub
gency filed the mir with healing. whole
some balm. covered all the landscape,
and eXquisItely subtle colors were
brought out under the cloudmottled
sky. Ever ana again the black green
of eucalyptus clumps made picture.
like effects against the tawny fields.
Faith. this was long road, and less
varied. when the padres trod 1t i'll the
)Iden time
Ii was down canyon dotted with
great Sycamores that we finally came
upon the artist-haunted ruins of Mis-
zion San Juan Capistrano.
This spot Is crassly modern com
pared with really ancient things. YET
Il has it's own atmosphere of relative
antiquity. | never have gazed on the
pyramids or the Sphinx. ST. Peters
At Rome, Notre Dame and st. MIR
Tins Mt Canterbury are. so far. only
names and pictures to me. Even Ply