The Florida agriculturist. [volume] (DeLand, Fla.) 1878-1911, 1890-09-24

'COulQ IL DC any UnlnS more IMAM
quiclness?" queried Walter, and they re-
turned to the subject Of the letter gone
aStray.
Amy repudiated the idea. They could
discuss nothing thoroughly, but dashed
from one topic to another. Walter re-
peated hurriedly the same account of
events in the canyon which he had before
written, and then spoke Of the uncertain
future.
"Do not look any more for the regular
bubbling Of the spring. said he. Il have
told you of my present plan, and there
is no saying henceforth where | shall be
OF what I shall do. Nor will it do to
trust to letters again.
"And I shall not hear from you? You
will disappear utterly?'
eff my new attempt does not succeed,
perhaps l shall soon reappear in my own
person; concealment would be no longer
of any use. But will try to find some
means of keeping you in mind OF me.
It may be possible to use a messenger.
By those whom it is delightful to re-
member we do not wish to be forgotten. ;"
Amy was burning to tell him feeling
ly of her sympathy and distress for him
in his hardships, her warm belief in his
final triumph, and her desire to be pa
tent and strong for his sake, but it was
too late; people came and interrupted,
and Walter went away with little i'm
preston of GOODNESS on her part. The
horses were already stamping without,
and he overheard Don Angel summon
her with boyish Impotence, saying:
"Well, are you not ready? The sun is
half an hour high: we ride early here in
the tropics, and we must be off. q"
The Arroyo ladies were among the
other worshlpers by this time, and it
seemed to him he could not escape de-
lection should those familiar eyes fall
upon him. To avoid them, he went out
by small door through which the fam
ing eastern heavens could be seen above
the vegetation of a courtyard. His in
vestigations had already shown him
there was an exit to lane. Around the
courtyard was an arcade of the usual
sort, and on the top Of one of the stuc-
coed walls, stained lees-of-wine color.
was a small belvedere.
Dona Beatriz, who might just have
come in or might have been obscured by
column, glided into the cloister after
him, and, touching his arm, addressed
him In most agitated way. AS before,
he was disposed to deny his identity, but
she persisted.
$40 not be afraid Of my betraying
you,' she said II am prudent. | pass
my whole time here only in praying for
your welfare and safety; could then be
capable of endangering you? You have
trusted your secret to her; oh. beseech
you, let me-who would do so much
more for you, who would give my hearts
blood for you-let me also have some
share in serving you"
''This from you, Sister Beatriz?'
1T cannot be wholly surprise to you,
for Amy has told you Of my feelings
''She has; but could not find it in
my heart to believe it of Dona Beatriz,
whom have always looked upon as the
sweetest and most perfect of saints
"Call me saint and perfect no longer,
unless it be sanity to worship an earth
ly hero and type Of gallant boldness who
well deserves it. l am changed your
words have sunk deeply into my mind
believe nothing or everything just as
you would have it. belong no more to
the religious life, and in the great world
what can | do if you are not with me?"
"