San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1926-04-06
Beauties Of Havana Charm
Mary on Arrival in
Cuban Capital.
Chapter "a, Continued.)

could see the low white
buildings of Havana now.
A sudden premonition
caught her. In this enchant-
ed island she would meet
both pain and tragedy-but
peace and rapture would be
waiting, too.
Havana is a city of mil
lionaires." said Cyrus Wade, joining
his party on the deck.
ats beautiful" said Mary Forrest
softly. She regarded the snowy BULL
ings that arose amid the foliage Of
brilliant, shiny green. "It's like the
marble city of ones dreams. ser
against a tranquil sea-"
Luella Loder gigglcd.
"You've mistaken your vocation
You ought to he writer of romantic
fiction. just like uncle. :"
But indeed there was something
unreal about the place.
Then. as they ncsrcd the land, it
seemed as though the buildings multi
piled, increased in glamorous radi-
snce.
"That's Moro Castle. With its light
house" Cyrus pointed to compact
structure Of historical significance
that rose IN above the sea.
Mary was gazing. fascinated. at the
long coralinr wall Of the Cabanas on
its sharp hill to the LEFT. Time had
shaded it's tiutnS IN q lovely rose.
contrasting wildly with the CLASSIFY
wilderness Of the buildings down be.
low.
They slid through the narrow on
trance Of the harbor. Treo-frinE"d
avenues seemed almost 70 jostlc them
on one side, and the worlds shipping
on the other
allow quaint, How vcry-for-
.ign :" exclaimed Mary Forrest. much
intrigued
High windows with ornamental bal
comics were glinting in t-e morning
sun. Above the wid-7sS,ecp Of tn" son.
wsH, the promenade curved all along
the shore In and out among the
dock. were little public gardens, dot.
ted with royal palms.
And such cheerful hum IN every
thing, just like happy, albeit rather
strident voice.
The taxi rushed the Wade party
through broad, luxuriant avenues. and
then through streets so narrow they
were hardly moro than psssaceways!
Cyrus explained that this was typr-
cal OF the American and Spanish in
fnence within the town.
'Tbere are two utterly opposing
styles OF architecture. Just as there are
two diverse peoples. here. you under
stand" said he. They were rafting
through the old city now. which might
have had its counterpart all over
Spain. "When trade is normal. III"
ancient Spanish part will spread out
Its new American wings far into the
country. Such Quaint mixture q,
American enterprise and efficiency,
and the Cuban dolce far niente :"
An exotic air hung over everything.
Spain touched by the tropics" OK
planned Cyrus. his eyes shining be.
hind his goggles.
Oh, he could write down here. He
trit IT, Romance, beauty and mys-
terry were in the very atmosphere.
They passed innumerablc facades
Of marble. and then turned in at the
entrance Of their hotel.
II was a place to dream If, in its
tropical expcnsiveness. White arches
shone on iridesccnt tiles. There was
q CLEAN Of water in the patio, plash-
ing. cool.
Servants in linen rushed to hclr
them from the taxi, to unload tho
luggage.
Breakfast first" said Mrs. Wade
IN determined tone.
So, before going TO their rooms,
they had orange juice and rolls aud
coffee in a dining room laid out IN
marble that was panelled with the
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