Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1920-09-24
IN old ARNHEIM
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 1t is on the north branch of
the Rhine. in the midst of a 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 We'd with his neighbor to ex-
Gel him in identifying and adjoining
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 it 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
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in the middle of it, without any road
to reach it, was the castle of the pro-
priet0r, 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 it 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 pavement of 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 a
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-inch
square, were tristing and turning. to
escape a wetting. SO there were sur
prises Of bisque birds and clay ami
mails at unseen cOrners-fgures that
you would suppose at first were alive
and just about to eat you alive. Then
the charming vistas that opened
through the shrubbery across the
ponds-the long magnificent tunnels
Of verdure and color made by the
driveWays, arched with the glorious
copper beeches-the groups of figures
illustrating national legends or history
you could see a hundred Buschs
gardens, laid out long ago, about
quaint old Arnheim.
And when we came back to the
hotel In town, it was the famous De
Paw Tor Peacock) inn. which has
been over three hundred years In con-
tinuOus use as a hotel. And as we
came into the long, curious dining,
room and saw, for the first time, q
real Dutch table, loaded with all kinds
of meats, fish, eggs, cheese, vegetables
fruit and pastries we clapped our
hands with delight for it was no piece
meal affair, but 1t was abundance
and help yourself"-the original and
generous and welcome Dutch cafe
terra.
After night of quiet rest in that
clean and charming hostelry, we went
| our way next morning with recollec
| tons of Arnheim that win give pleas.
ure while we live.-Los Angeles
| Times.