Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-12-16

sef or my work Come. these are my English books"
 He walked up to a division of the en- ;lrcling shelves, and Derwent was sur prlsed to find himself confronted with the works of every noted English writer oven the most advanced" and destruc- tive in their tendencies; apostles of free thought were ranged by the side of Ro- man cardinals and all the brilliant modern essayists were well represented.
 Do you read these books?'' he asked, unable to keep his surprise out of his voice, as he took down one of the most noted volumes of skeptical literature.
 Certainly" answered the padre. How could feel the pulse of the times otherwise2 A physician must under stand the disease for which he is to pre- scribe. But l confess that l have no very high opinion of your English think CTS. They are iconoclastic enough, but they have neither the logic of the French nor the scholarship of the Germans"
 "You understand both of those Ian guagesT"
 "Oh, yes; here are my French books may interest you"
 w udL luGOT0SIS uuOT0 arc IuGS0, said the young man, walking over to a range of vellum bound Latin volumes. ''There must be some rare old editions here."
 "Yes-if you care for such things very rare and fine," said the priest, with his dark eyes shining. What does scholar and lover of books like better than to find some one who can sympa- thize with his passion and appreciate the value and rarity of his treasurer Volume after volume was lovingly taken down, exhibited and dilated upon-al of them valuable, many of them so rare as to be worth more than their weight in gold. While they were thus occupied time flew by unheeded;. the shades of color on the distant hills had changed many times, and its mantle of golden sunshine was fading from the plain, when the sound of a bell suddenly ringing out on the silence of the court made Padre Francisco start
 "Ah," he said, putting down the vol ume which he held, "that is my sum- mons. Tomorrow is feast, and we have the vespers this evening. Do you care to go into the church, senor? It is well worth seeing, the interior of our church. Go, then, across the court and enter by the door l showed you"
 Derwent willingly obeyed. Crossing the. court, where the doves at his ap- proach rose in a soft gray cloud above the arches. against the sapphire sky, he entered the door directed, and found himself in a region of mysterious gloom, where only a few starry lights here and there disslpated the obscurity.
 Presently. when his eyes became more accustomed to the twilight atmosphere, he found that he had entered at the side into church much larger and more handsome than he had expected to find. It seemed to him, indeed, that not even in Mexico had he seen anything more rich than the interior of this hacienda chapel Beautiful tiles paved the wide nave, where many dark forms were kneeling - men praying with out stretched arms, and women shrouded 1T the folds of their rebozos: fine carved woodwork rose in fretted arches, and around the high altar was a blaze ot gold-a splendid specimen of churriguer. esque work, as he found later.
 On each side of the sanctuary lamps of exquisite design were swinging; but as he looked, the tapers were lighted or Guo dlGdr' anu US beauty was revealed and enhanced by their soft radiance Padre Francisco entered with train o acolytes, and then, Hike the sound of { great Amen," an organ chord rolled out and the air was flooded with noble har monies.
 Nothing can be more devotional thar such an evening service-especially il Mexico, where the faith and fervor O the people might move the coldest ob server. Derwent found himself stirred by sentiments altogether unwonted a he leaned in his dark corner, and whel at length he heard the same rich, swee voice. that had haunted him since tn evening before. float out in the beautiful strains of the benediction hymns, seemed only part of the perfect harmo ny of sight, sound and emotion whicl enthralled him.