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It is this palm garden which most appeals to a certain lady of my very intimate acquaintance who had made many crossings and never gone to her meals sick from shore to shore until the gods ordained for her a watery, winery, flowery paradise where the billows ceased from troubling and a woman could appear at her best.

The grounds have gone back to the wild. Just because they didn't keep the gutters cleaned out, the rain trickled down and dry-rotted the timbers, and the big stone barn is caved in. The same with part of the winery the other part is used for stabling the cows. And the house! words can't describe!" "It's become a profession," Hastings went on.

It was a woman's voice, but it came from a figure wearing a man's hat and coat. Lysander stopped the mules. "Why, Minervy! what's up?" "Oh, nothin'. I just walked a ways to meet you." The woman climbed up beside her husband. "You're later 'n I 'lowed you'd be. Something must 'a' kep' you." "Yes, I come around by the winery.

Her husband nodded emphatic indorsement. "When we used to know it, it was a perfect paradise of a farm. There were dams and lakes, beautiful meadows, lush hayfields, red hills of grape-lands, hundreds of acres of good pasture, heavenly groves of pines and oaks, a stone winery, stone barns, grounds oh, I couldn't describe it in hours. When Mrs.

"What'd you stop at the winery fer?" interrupted the younger man savagely. "Why, I tole ye, Forrester wanted to see me on business. I stopped to see Forrester, Lysander. What else'd I stop fer? I was in a big hurry, too, an' I vum I hated to stop, but I hed to. When a man like Forrester wants to see you" "How'd you know he wanted to see you?" demanded Sproul.

"Orange-pickun' before last ain't nigh two years ago," she mused, "an' 't ain't a year yet sence Lysander hauled grapes from the Mission to the winery; an' the year before that he was over to Verdugo at the bee-ranch, an' come home fer the grape-haulin' at Santa Elena. That's when Hooker was born; he'll be two years old this fall; it's ever so long ago.

But it never occurred to me that any man even an Englishman would plant ten acres of wine-grapes when there wasn't a winery within fifty miles of him." Parker Lowe borrowed one of Mose Doolittle's mules Monday evening, and rode from Temecula to Jake Levison's saloon at Maravilla.

Morganstein's glance moved slowly over the sections of road cross-cutting the mountain below, and on up the vale to the distant bench. Presently he said: "What are you building over there? A barn, or is it a winery for your grapes?" "It's neither," answered Banks with sharp emphasis. "It's a regular, first-class house.

We have no need for root cellars or cold storage, for our winter temperatures are neither high nor low enough to hurt them. Grape Pomace as Hog Feed. What is the value of grape pomace as a hog feed? It has been sold for 50 cents a ton as it comes from the press at the winery and when a person has not got any surplus of other feeds, it is evidently worth that and then some.

So heavy was his sleep that the stamp of hoofs and cries of the drivers from the bridge that crossed the creek did not rouse him. Wagon after wagon, loaded high with grapes, passed the bridge on the way up the valley to the winery, and the coming of each wagon was like the explosion of sound and commotion in the lazy quiet of the afternoon. But the man was undisturbed.