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A TRUTHFUL WOMAN IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

BY KATE SANBORN

AUTHOR OF ADOPTING AN ABANDONED FARM, ETC.

NEW YORK
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
1906

COPYRIGHT, 1893,BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY.

CONTENTS.

1. HINTS FOR THE JOURNEY. 1
2. AT CORONADO BEACH. 7
3. SAN DIEGO. 20
4. EN ROUTE TO LOS ANGELES. 50
5. LOS ANGELES AND ROUND ABOUT. 57
6. PASADENA. 64
7. CAMPING ON MOUNT WILSON. 80
8. CATCHING UP ON THE KITE-SHAPED TRACK. 96
9. RIVERSIDE. 113
10. A LESSON ON THE TRAIN. 123
11. SANTA BARBARA. 137
12. HER CITY AND COUNTY. 151
13. IN GALA DRESS. 165
14. AU REVOIR. 184

A Truthful Woman in Southern California

CHAPTER I.

HINTS FOR THE JOURNEY.

The typical Forty-niner, in alluring dreams, grips the GoldenFleece.

The fin-de-siècle Argonaut, in Pullman train, flees the Cold andGrip.

En Sol y la Sombra—shade as well as sun.

Yes, as California is. I resolve neither to soar into romance nor dropinto poetry (as even Chicago drummers do here), nor to idealize norquote too many prodigious stories, but to write such a book as I neededto read before leaving my "Abandoned Farm," "Gooseville," Mass. For Ihave discovered that many other travellers are as ignorant as myselfregarding practical information about every-day life here, and manyothers at home may know even less.

So let me say that California has not a tropical, but a semi-tropicalclimate, and you need the same clothing for almost every month that isfound necessary and comfortable in New York or Chicago during thewinter.

Bring fur capes, heavy wraps, simple woolen dresses for morning andoutdoor life; and unless rolling in wealth, pack as little as possibleof everything else, for extra baggage is a curse and will deplete aheavy purse,—that rhymes and has reason too. I know of one man who paid$300 for extra baggage for his party of fifteen from Boston to LosAngeles.

Last year I brought dresses and underwear for every season, and for avague unknown fifth; also my lectures, causing profanity all along theline, and costing enough to provide drawing-room accommodations for theentire trip.

Why did I come? Laryngitis, bronchitis, tonsilitis, had claimed me astheir own. Grip (I will not honor it with a foreign spelling, now it isso thoroughly acclimated and in every home) had clutched me twice—nay,thrice; doctors shook their heads, thumped my lungs, sprayed my throat,douched my nose, dosed me with cough anodynes and nerve tonics, andpronounced another winter in the North a dangerous experiment. Some ofyou know about this from personal experience. Not a human being could Iinduce to join me. If this hits your case, do not be deterred; just comeand be made over into a joyous, healthful life. I would not urge thoseto take the tedious journey who are hopelessly consumptive. Home is thebest place for such, and although I see many dragging wearily along withone lung, or even half of that, who settle here and get married and