The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 20, 1898, Page 29

with the “e and Sou POMONA ; CONGREGATION FAxke COLLEGE=: e There are frul Pomona, a beauty atch on their w lifornia. With it through South- = ern Cal inding. gravelly paths, its sweep of verdant lawns, its uniquely shaped shrubbery, its curious forms of palms ana jts variegated flower- is a little gem. Out at the San one of the finest natural parks in this r glon is being formed. It is a big under- taking, and it will take large capital and spots for which travelers on the| hills that project into the city limits, | losopher, who sald that | 56 chasacter irations of a people | < shown by their hands, certainly Tk of truth, so far as x)omon” The French p | was b hit the o Is concerned. New England has contrib- l.uted largest to the population of - this | I'little city. ~Maine and Massachusetts | in evidence in every pursuit circle here. | Ohjo, “however, e largest representation of any | | State, and New York comes next! lowa 1 <o.s. its size annot be excel out into th It has rows three fur- im- Two business tled this . and four IARMING TFrench- tale of s triumph over love ng the name of its author. book was heralded here as posthumous work by Guy The dedication “To Mme. a Maupassant. Laure de Maupassant,” with “deep ad- nd tender respect,” pese of this theory. the would an engaging dilet- met Denise de ption in Paris. He in her a kindred soul, and he imprc the acquaintance. He was a bachel well bred and vachelor) well to do. for years been parted from oclute diplomatist. Since the matrimonial rupture she had lived irreproachably in her own world, devoted to her child, Helene. . It began with “sympathy.” “So I was not deceived,” writes Phi- lippe, after he had met his new friend nte in once or twice. “It was sympathy that | led me to you, surely ously ough mysteri- Yesterday, I own, as I entered drawing room I was anxious. E ments of this kind are so danger- ous. I was soon reassured. * ¢ * ““How good and charming you were; how trusting and how witty. How munities town of (for a | the colonial residences composites _with _their lawn and _arrange- ubbery ail combine ke a scene vel g to the eye. T Here the skill of the floriculturist everywhere in evidence The soil = c :em admirably adapted for the commonest the most ful and me is cred pr wering vines and looming plants, The shrubbery. and many from Pomona wond The o flori- ctive in these cli- a visitor has singing 1 v of the of the e the have the colorful, beautiful a uriant flower garden in Pomona while he waits. ks of P > becoming very attractive. The one on First street. at the Sout cific depot, has for half a dozen years been one of the The grateful T am to find that you are will- ing to be merely a true woman, and not, as is the fashion nowadays, a tedious puppet, striving to talk learn- edly of love.” A postscript to this letter seems to contradict his calm professions of good. | faith. And very kindly Denise begs him | to beware! “You must not mistake certainfrank- ness of mine for improprieties,” writes | Mme. de Tremors. “Maybe I have un- consciously taken too much pains to cultivate the budding flower of friend- ship. Suppose we let it droop a little? | Do you mind?” , i Nobody with the least knowledge of | the human heart will need to be told | that the more prudent Denise seems | the more warm grows Philippe. Still, for a space, no harm comes of the in- |‘ tercourse. The interest which the two ‘l(akv in each othi | | more tender every day. Denise soon comes to look upon her- self as Philippe’s guiding star, his men- tor, his good angel. It is to her he tells his doubts and hopes, his discour- | agements, his dreams. ST de | waxes deeper and | to complete the plans for it. Wi are belng cut among giant rocks and thre sh cops the summit of the 2 viewed a lands pe, which no I some where may be authority than Charles Dudley Warner E finest of pastoral ever looked upon in | Ameri In future years, when shady eds of flowers, terraces of green amid the shade sure spo shall have will have as lovely a-public park as anywhere in the country. The population of Pomona is made up of the best class of people, who have me from Eastern States to live in the genial climate of Southern California and to e their livelinoods by the most charming of all human occupations under rable conditions—that of horticuiture. domestic and cultured tone of the he Pomona people is evidenced in the attrac- tive home surroundings, the steady at- sndance upon literary and m tainments, the number of clubs—both romen nd women—for self-culture in science, literature, music and philosophy. s of live oaks to | an | been created there, | o o L7 epresented among | The people h ] S ouri are t propor nate and ci » semi-tropic causes of fruit-gro been the al- 1 manv ar structures I 3 great rld are 1 iarge s ller con- part of the ninations. In in denomi- 1 you will h in Pomona, Altogether, some stian de | here repr congregatio | greg: g presentative of sesides several y-eight reli here on each pal, . Presbyte ipisco; in the order of above. The loc census of the active ct of Pomona a few found that over church members r percentage of churchgoers than elsewhere in a town of | Pomona’s size in the Union. The public library of Pomona is an in- stitution in which every one here takes It was established by the | a just pride. | women of this city nine ago. By a serfes of flower festiv ich, by the vay, made Pomona f: throughout spaper - reading world—several | dollars were raised for the | - fund. The library is now a public | | institution. and is supported by general | taxes. It has over 3500 volumes, besides | a_great quantity of pamphlets and peri- | odicals. Its reading-room is well filled, and to the youth of the community who cannot afford to buy books and periodi- cals it has been an academy. Secret and benevolent cieties hav their quota in this place. The Odd Fel lows, Free Masons, Knights of Pythias | and Foresters are the princ ) organiza- | tions. There are a dozer thers, and every weekday evening two or three so- | cleties are.n session somewhere about | i e Pomona. The Odd Fellows have a large and costly building of their own, and their lodge hall is one of the handsomest of the order in California. Pomona has been known as one of the strictest anti-saloon towns in the country for a decade. During six years of this period it has been on a prohibitory liquor basis, and during the rest of the time it has had but two saloons on the most stringent high-license regulations ever de- vised in California—if not fn the Union. The drastic Pomona saloon law is known far and wide among temperance people. The coming of New Englanders and Iowa pedple has revolutionized ideas in this land of the vineyard and wine press con- cerning the looking upon the wine when it is red; so that Pomona is commonly -~ hiey quoted nowadays for its temperance principles. There are two sa- loons now in this city of 6000 people. Each 's $1000 a year license, and each is un- Jet the most watchful police surveillance. That Pomona grows all the time is dem- onstrated in many ways. The constant increase of school ¢hildren shows it main- ly. Four years ago two elegant, large public schaol buildings were erected at an expense of $40.000. It was thought then by every one that ample accommodation was made for the school boys and girls for at least a dozen years. For the last year the local Board of Education has been at its wits' ends to provide room for the growing number of pupils, and there lans for meore large school are now p buildings. Ten years ago there were 308 pupils in Pemona’s public schools: now there are over 1200. The constant bufldin of new residences and the scarcity of houses for rent show that the city is wax- ing. The report of the postmaster and the growing weight of mail matter sent away from and recelved here prove it. The broadening of business and the open- ing of new commerclal pursuits every prohibition and | and year speak of the growth of the city and valley, while all the clergymen here re- | port a constant growth in church mem- bership from among new comers from the Eastern States. Water is as much a king in Pomona | Valley as in other fruit growing regions | of Southern California, and the fact that | water may be so easily developed in abun- | dance among the foothills and canyons | along the northern side of the valley si a | matter of pride and boast here. The mat- | ter of sufficient water for crops Is never a | serious one in Pomona. The principal | source of the irrigation water in Pomona | comes from San Antonio Canyon, where | a stream {s constantly formed by the | melting snows on the towering mountains all about. The water comes as cold as ice | and as clear as crystal from the canyon | even In the hottest days of summer. The | supply Is always so abundant_that there | has not yet seemed any need for dam- | ming the canyon and thereby creating a greater volume in the dry days of sum- | mer. A great quantity of water for irri- | gation is had, alse, from tunnels and wells in the foothills north of Pomona. In fact, all the water tunnels that have | been dug Into the water-bearing strata of | the Pomona foothills during the last dec- | ade have been €0 much more successful | than their projectors had planned that the marvelous abundance of subterranean | streams there that may be tapped for the | agriculturists’ use is not yet fully com-| prehended. Even in the years of greatest | dryness these water tunnels and - their | tributary wells give forth steady vol-| umes of water. In the last two years the | Consolidated Water Company has been | formed for the purpose of supplying the | city of Pomona with domestic water, and | the source of the supply is so excellent and the fall of water so long that a mam- | moth reservoir is now in construction for the purpose of relleving the pressure on the pipes at the lower end. For fire pro- | tection no community in California can | have a stronger and more abundant water | supply than Pomona. | ne of the facts by which Pomona is | widely known is the remarkable electri- cal power system here in use. In 1891 a company of Pomona men went to wol to develop electrical power in San An- tonio canyon—some fourteen miles north of Pomona. The greatest long-distance transmission of electrical power in the world was accomplished there in Novem- ber, 1891. A voltage equal to 1000 horse- power was transmitted from San An- tonio canyon to’San Bernardino and then to Pomona. The San Antonio Ilect; Power Company now furnishes Pomona | San Bernardino with electric light- ing and furnishes power at the wonder- tully low price of 1 cent per horsepower per’ hour. | The one great industry of Pomona Val- ley s rult growing. To be sure there | are other forms of agricultural activity here. There are alfalfa and barley fields, | extensive aplaries and nurseries, but %) per cent of the capital earned by Po- mona people is in orange and lemon groves, peach, olive, prune, apricot and pear orchards and in some vineyards. The boast of the Pomonans is the commorly wide variety of fruit that may be grown in this valley in like luxuri- ance. Pomona Valley is said to be un- surpassed in this respect by any other section in the Golden State. While other horticultural localities may grow oranges and lemon in perfection, and those only, | while still other valleys may have thou- sands of acres of apricot or prunes oniy, here In Pomona Valley one may see roves of luscious navel oranges grow- ng side by side with orchards of peaches, and may observe rows of superb lemon trees bearing frult alongside of alfalfa HOTEL PALOMARED. | groves. | brought this localit or prunes. Tt is this unusual variety of fruits growing in Pomona Valley that causes a constant flow of money to the orchardists and farmers of Pomona. Some fruit crop here is a money maker, 120 matter what the season or the mar- et. First and foremost among the fruit grown in Pomona Valley are oranges. It is estimated that there are over acres of orange groves here. Ninety per cent of them are of the navel va- riety. The largest naveél orange grove in the whole world is here. It is the Seth Richards_grove at North Pomona and it comprises 350 acres, or 35,000 trees. This season this great ‘grove is yielding about 145 carloads of fruit, valued at about $700 a carload. At this writing the orange picking and shipping season is on, and the scenes among the Pomona orange groves and in the several packing-houses on any fine day are well worth gmng a long way to look upon. There are few scenes in the realm of horticulture more attractive than that of harvesting and packing a big orange crop. The high noon of the orange harvest season comes in March. Then there are hundreds of men, women, boys and girls busy from dawn till dark every day in picking and pack- ing oranges. The sum paid for labor in handling oranges every season is away up in the thousands, The last of the oranges generally go to market by the last of June. Prunes is the next most important crop of Pomona Valley as a capital maker. In 1895 the prune yield of this locality was over 3000 tons and last summer it was over 2500 tons. For weeks an army of adults and children were busy every hour of daylight in drying and preparing Pomona's prune crop for the Eastern market. The apricot yleld ol this valley runs from 3000 to 3300 tons annuaily. The fruit ripens by. the early days of Jjuly, and the school children look forward to that for the earning of many a tidy sum in vaca- tion days. The apricot yield of Pomona Valley is the largest in Southern Califor- nia outside of Ventura County. Then there are peaches. Pomona Val- ley grew over 2200 tons of them last year, and they were truly magnificent speci- mens of fruit. Pears, nectarines. English walnuts and acres of small fruits are grown here. The strawberr, eld of Pomona Vall worth thousands of dollars annual But the fruit that is more distincti Pomon than any other's is the olive. For yea Pomona has been the largest olive nursery spot in the world. An- nually from 300,000 to 430,000 olive trees POMONA w,:f‘,rb:} i % orchard planting have been shipped ¢ from Pomona. Altogether the Po- supplied trees acres to olive ost improved —that of Hon. at Pomona, for planting over 3 The largest and olive ofl mill in America D. H. McEwen—is located at * this awriting it is ru day to fill orders for olive ."Loop, one of the pioneer Valley, was among the earliest persons in California to engage in olive growing as an industry, and he it was who into prominence for its olive products. He made a trip to Europe in 188, and spent months in studying the olive industry in Italy and the south of France. His importations of olive trees have been of incalculable aid to horticulture in California. HENRY G. TINSL ————————— Coffee is intoxicating if taken in suf- ficient quantities, though differing in its effects from alcoholic stimulants, The nerves may be disturbed in a de- gree approaching delirium tremens. The first to lose his head, of course, is Phillipe. He does not reach the amorous stage so quickly as more vul- { gar'souls. Oh, no. He first admires and then adores. He is still at the mystical stage of love when he indites these lines: “Everything about you and your child, Helene, appears a har- mony. Do not tell me that I am mad; do not tell me anything, lest some ir- reparable word should come between us. Rather let me keep the thought of you within my heart as that of some- thing holy.” But the inevitable is not long de- | layed. ““The hour has com: writes Philippe. “I have deferred it till now, with all the will at my command. I have lived with my mad desire, suffering as of a physical disease. I was waiting for some opportunity of proving how utter- ly my heart, my life are yours—I love you. I cannot live away from you.” | Gently and patiently Denise chides, reasons and expostulates. She does not affect prudery. She is touched, pained, flattered by the man’s failure to live j up to his ideal of friendship. She for- bids him to see her again for a time. To help him, she will keep away from i Paris for a time, ‘OF FRIENDSHIPS TRI | “However hard my words may seem,” she writes, “they tell the truth about | my heart. I do not love ybu.” | Then—he goes abroad. In a year or | =0 he comes back—cured. “Love is a fever,” saysStendahl. “Itis born and it dies. The will has nothing to do with it.” The months run on. Philippe and Denise have resumed their old friend- ship. He loves his lady still, but in a different way. His passion has been changed to a less ardent sentiment. To him she is, as ever, the most charming of all women. But— “It ts oyr malady,” he sighs, “It is the malady of the century, that we have not the strength to love. You are one of the rare women whom I should have loved to love, even before I had met you, dearest lady. Now I feel what an abyss would have divided us if we had loved, and know what pain you would have caused me by exacting of me a vigor of scul which is not mine to give.” Au fond, perhaps Mme. de Tremors resents the success of the treatment she has prescribed. But if she does she keeps her counsel well. Day by day the, tender companionship becomes closer and—to her—more perilous. MPH OVER Philippe is at her house constantly. He is her confidant, her.squire, her more than brother. Yet the innocence of the bond uniting them is never suilied. For she is really a good woman, and he— does not love. % How is it, then, that having traversed one great crisis safely, Mme. de Tre- mors at last feels that it is her turn to confess her human frailty? Partly, I suppose, the intditive van- ity of even the best women would ex- plain her lapse from immaterial saint- liness. Possibly she grows jealous of an incipient flirtation between her very material niece and Philippe. Or, as the cynical philosopher assures us, per- haps she is at heart a rake, like all of her sweet sex. One thing alone is sure—she falls in love. “Women,” again says that abomin- able Stendahl, “are bound to us by favors. As nineteen-twentieths of their habitual reveries reiate to love, afterin- timacy, these reveries become centered in one object.” As in the case of Philippe, though love steals upon her treacherously. Philippe is almost a necessity of life to her. With him, too, the delightful, deli- cate comradeship which he is privileged | | LOVE. to enjoy has become a habit. They have learned to “lean upcn each other” in their trouble, their pleasures, their soclal and mental experiences of every kind. They are inseparables. When Mme. de Tremors (who is a musician)- composes a song or suite it is to Philippe that she sends it to be praised or criticized. When Philippe who is not a saint) is dragged into some tri- vial amourette, it is to Denise that he talks of his “bonnes fortunes'—as some men might take to their club friends, though—with a difference. Denise, however, has not wholly realized the immineft danger which besets- her when.she writes this pas- sage: "My friend, have you not felt how wholly, solely, absolutely, I am yours? Apart from you nothing now interest me.” So, slowly for a time, and then more rapidly, she passes from her earlier platonism to the abscrbing passion of a woman’s first great love. A dis- paraging remark of Philippe about a new dress which she has worn at the opera angers her unreasonably, and for a whole fortnight she is “not at home” to any ome. When peace has been restored she sends him letters, which grow more and more pathetic, more outspoken, more appealing. ~If I dared, I would say to you that even your praises just now were pain- ful to me to hear. It was cruel of you. Behold the weakness of my heart, the disorder of my life. Philippe, I am coming to regret I ever met you. Be- fore I knew you I was almost happy. * * For pity's sake, Philippe, help me; save me from myseif!"” Much to his credit, Philippe does try to help her. Had she not helped him once? Most happily for him (and far more happily, indeed, for Denise) his cold replies at last have good results. “Philippe, you are right; I was mad. 1 wanted your love, a love equal.to my own, and not your pity,” writes Mme. de Tremors on receiving what is apparently an offer of moral surren- der. “I am not cured yet,’but I am* calm. The crisis is past. I shall not die of it if I can keep your friend- ship.” Months later, when the anguish of that second and most dangerous crisis has been dulled, Mme. de Tremors asks her friend—mow honestly her friend—to send her back her letters. He obeys. And this is what she Writes after re-reading them: “The beatings of our hearts, perhaps the best of them are in these leaves. What matter, dear, though we should both grow old, while we can be so mar- velously, so amorously friends!"