Connecticut western news., 1920-11-04
IN OLD haNNElM
Interesting and Beautiful City of
 Holland.
Estates That Remind the Visitor of the Arabian Nights. and at the Last, Dinner at Real
 Dutch Inn.

Perhaps the most interesting city in Holland is Arnheim. the chief cen ter of Guelderland. near the German border. It is on the north branch of the Rhine, in the midst of pleasant and fertile district, and Is the spot selected by the wealthy nabobs, who made vast fortunes in the East In- dies. for their homes and. estates when they retired to enjoy their wealth.,
 In laying out these estates, each owner vied with his neighbor to eS- eel him in beautifying and adorning his home. All the skill of gardeners and architects and builders was taxed to the utmost to produce delightful and surprising effects in roads, forests. lakes, bridges, fountains, gardens, houses and vistas-so that 1t became a real fairyland in which one would think the Arabian Nights had been realized. For instance, as the old head gardener conducted us about one of these estates, he brought us suddenly to a small lake, and there in the middle of 1t, without any road to reach 1t, was the castle of the pro- prietor, curious medieval-looking pile, copy of some ancient place that had pleased his fancy. Passing along under the great copper beech trees, we shortly came to a stream across which from bank to bank hung a little swinging suspension bridge of slaves. With dash at full run. the old guide sped across the bridge and then turned with a smile to see us follow. As there was no crossing except on the run, we accepted the challenge and our party of four all made 1t in safety, except one. who. fell at the farther bank amid the gibes and laughter of the rest. Ten rods farther we came to terrace beautifully ornamented with white marble stat ues, steps and vases. At the bottom was a pavement of a fourth of an acre, in white and black marble blocks, each twenty inches square
 We were directed to walk across this pavement, and when near the cen ter, the gardener slyly stepped upon secret spring, which sent up a jet of water at each corner of every little sQuare-hundreds of little columns of clear water-at first a foot, then two, then three feet high, and we, huddled in surprise, each in his twenty-fnch square, were tristing and turning, to escape a wetting. So there were sur prises of bisque birds and clay ani- mals at unseen corners-fgures that you would suppose at first were alive and just about to eat you alive. Then the charming vfstas that opened through the shrubbery across the ponds-the long magnificent tunnels of verdure and color made by the driveways, arched with the glorious illustrating national legends or history you could see a hundred Busch's gardens, laid out long ago, about quaint old Arnheim.
 And when we came back to the hotel in town, 1t was the famous De Pauw Cor Peacock) inn, which has been over three hundred years in con- tinuous use as hotel. And as we came into the long, curious dining room and saw, for the first time, a real Dutch table, loaded with all kinds of meats, fish, eggs, cheese, vegetables, fruit and pastries we clapped our hands with delight for 1t was no piece meal affair, but 1t was abundance and help yourself''-the original and generous and welcome Dutch cafe teria.
 After a nfpht of nuiat roSt in thot clean and charming hostelry, we went our way next morning with recollec- lions of Arnheim that will give pleas ure while we live.-Los Angeles Times.