The Lure in Stanley Park

i,=—‘=-=.j HERE is a well-known trail in

  
 

‘C1  Stanley Park that leads to what
 . I always love to call the “Cath-
_Li-_1...\«_‘-_’=_'{ edral Trees”—that group of some
half-dozen forest giants that arch overhead
with such superb loftiness. But in all the
world there is no cathedral whose marble
or onyx columns can vie with those
straight, clean, brown tree-boles that teem
with the sap and blood of life. There is no
fresco that can rival the delicacy of lace-work
they have festooned between you and the far
skies. No tiles, no mosaic or inlaid marbles,
are as fascinating as the bare, russet, fragrant
floor outspreading about their feet. They are
the acme of Nature’s architecture, and in
building them she has outrivalled all her erst-
while conceptions. She will never originate a
more faultless design. never erect a more per-
fect edifice. But the divinely moulded trees
and the man-made cathedral have one ex-
quisite characteristic in common. It is the

1:5

 

.\
5