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us, I think. It had belonged to Schwartz its wide, railed upper gallery, leaving the when we left it, and now it was to be the room in which we stood mainly uncovered Señora Pascala's. The very thought to the roof. Near the window a parrot changed the place, imbued it with a ro- swung and screamed in its cage, and mantic glamour. I saw the señora's face through an open door we could hear the glow as she paused in the middle of the maids chattering together as they craned

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room and look about her. Schwartz their necks in unconventional and open paused at her side.

curiosity in our doings. "You vill not change it, Señora?" he So the señora stood in rapt joy, turning said. "I vill be gladt to t’ink of der room slowly on her heels, till suddenly, with a like dis, mit you herein."

little cry, she darted across the tiled floor "No, Señor," she promised.

to the rear of the room, where, in a deep The night wind, blowing through, set niche in the wall, a tall, red water-cooler candles flickering and shadows dancing on stood. She took the water-cooler down, the walls. The spacious room looked very and, holding it in her arms, turned to airy and cool, with its broad stairway and Schwartz.

"This alone, Señor," she said "this alone is it permit' to change? Here shall stand that image of St. Anthony; here shall burn those candle'. You forgive those lit', small change, Señor. You get sawrry for those?"

"Gewiss!" Schwartz cried, "I vill myself place dot imache dere."

"St. Anthony of Padua, you un'stand, Señor?" warned Captain Miranda. ""Tis he that watches on sailormens. You can procure him to the lit', small shop of the Señor Barca. Tha' 's behine those cathedral, you know-lit' yaller house."

"I vill get him," Schwartz promised. "I have the lit', small image to him in my cabin," said the captain.

"You have him to your cabin?" said the señora, delightedly.


"Always, Señora," he answered, ""Tis he that bring me to you firstly; he shall return me back once more."

"Sure-lee," she agreed. "How anybuddy going trust him once more when he fail in such manner?"

"Nobuddy," he replied.

"Tha' 's how I think, yas. Also, Señor, twice the day, in the mornings by seven, in the nights by seven, I shall tell him to return you back. You going recollec' those hour'?"

"Yas; and ask him similar like you," he declared.

"Ah!" she cried triumphantly, and for the rest of the evening she was very gay and joyous.

We drank to the health and happiness. of the new mistress of the house before we separated for the night, and when she finally left us, we stood together in the middle of the room and watched her go. But as she reached the turn in the stairs and glanced smilingly back, Captain Miranda took a step forward.

"Señora," he said "Señora, be please' to return a little."

She laughed and obediently turned back, stepping down slowly, her hand on the rail.

The captain raised his hand. "There!" he cried,- "remain there, Señora mia."

With a wondering little laugh she stood still as she said gently:

"Tha' 's ver' fonny, Señor. What you desire?"

For a moment he gazed at her without

speaking, then gently waved his hand in dismissal.

""T is obtain' already-that desire," he replied. "You see, behol'ing you go, I recollec' ver' sudden how you shall go up and down those stair' efery day, and I shall not behol' you; but now my heart shall behol' you far off where I am,--the image, you un'stand?-similar like you are this minute. Buenas noces, Señora. The pleasant dream." He turned quickly and went out of the door, to walk the tile-paved gallery alone, the better to fix the image in his mind, perhaps.

For a moment she stood and watched him go, with a look on her face that I had never seen there before; for it held neither joy nor fear, hope nor dread, but only an abiding, resolute peace, like that of an aged nun who had put the world behind her, and lived each hour as it came, with no backward or forward look. Then, without a glance at us, she turned and went slowly up the stairs again.

Early in the freshness of the morning, when the dew was on the grass and the hacienda was looking its best, we stood about the carriage that was to take us back to Pasaquimento and waited for the señora to appear. She came around the corner of the house at last, ready for the ride, and holding in her hands a small pot of mignonette. She held it out toward Schwartz, saying timidly:

"Señor, is it permit' to take the lit', small flower?"

He laughed.

"Señora," he said, "iss it not all yours -flower and garden, house and eferyt'ing --der vedding-gift?"

"Señor," she replied, "I think you ver' nice like some angel-generous like that; but, Señor, this lit', small flower is those wedding-gif'. I go in those lit' ship with my hoosban","

In the face of the storm of protest she only smiled and said:

"Yas, tha' 's all just like you say, Señores; but when he declare' last night how his heart shall see the image to me going up and down those stair', Señores, I think I going die bec-ause of those lonesome heart. Tha''s ver' fonny wedding-gif', to sep'rate ever'buddy in those manner. This is those gift-this lit', small flower, yas. 'T is all I ask; for then shall there be no those heart to nobuddy."

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ROM the beginning of the term in helped in small ways, such as spying, keep-

August, Miss Loring and the cottage ing a lookout, and the like, and had lost boys at the Settlement School on Perilous no opportunity to "layway" and ambush heard large and frequent tales from Nucky infant Cheevers, and "tole" them into desMarrs about his two big brothers Blant perate encounters; but he longed for the and Ezry. With pardonable pride he re- day when he might emulate Blant and counted their deeds of valor, which had Ezry and rid the earth of some of the begun in their early teens, when, by rea- enemies. son of their father's health having been Blant and Ezry had not only these soshattered by a gunshot-wound, they had cial duties to perform for their family, but been obliged to take upon themselves various others, some of an unusual charthe defense of the family honor in the acter. It goes without saying that, since hereditary "war" with the Cheevers. By Mr. Marrs's lung had been punctured by the time Blant was twenty-one and Ezry a Cheever bullet, they were the breadnineteen, the two had done much to en- winners. They "tended the crop" on the hance the reputation of Trigger Branch, steep mountain-sides in summer, and Powderhorn Creek, and even of “Bloody logged, cleared new-ground, and did other Boyne," the county in which they lived. Herculean labors at other seasons; and, Needless to say, the other eleven cottage since the death of their mother a year beboys listened to these accounts with envy fore Nucky's arrival at the school, they and jealousy. Not one of them had an had also sustained many of the cares of the active "war" going on in his family; not household. Three or four days after the one lived in a neighborhood where, in fa- birth of her last child, Mrs. Marrs had vorable seasons, “they bring a dead man gone out to hoe in the onion-patch one day down the branch every week”; not one when the boys were away, and had been had big brothers as brave, as daring, as overtaken by a sudden, drenching shower, quick with the trigger, as Blant and Ezry. catching cold, and dying within the week. Nucky's one regret was that he had come She was intensely devoted to her eight along so many years after the big boys and children, and on her death-bed she had rehad been unable to assist them materially quested her husband never to put a “stepin the family quarrel. Of course he had maw" over them, and had instructed Blant

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