The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1893-02-15

IF so, il is he, he alone, who has
brought dishonor upon my house. Again
they have conquered"
"This Estenega | met-and who was
compadre with me for the baby-is very
young, my father If it be he who is a
member of the junta, he could hardly
rule such men us Alvarado, Jimeno and
Castro. saw no other Estenega."
"Truel | must have other enemies in
the north; but | had not known of it.
But they shall learn of my power in the
south. Don Juan de la Borrasca went
today to Los Angeles with a bushel Of
gold to bail my son, and both will be
with us the day after tomorrow. A
curse upon Carillo-but i will speak Of
it no more. Tell me, my daughter-God
of my soul, but ] am glad to have thee
back!-what thoughtest thou Of this son
of the Estenegas! Is it Ramon, Este
ban or Diego? have seen none of them
since they were little ones.
"1remember Diego well. Hehad light
ming in his little tongue and the devil in
his brain. liked him, although he was
the son of my enemy, and if he had been
an Iturbi Y Moncada ! would have made
great man of him. Aye, but he was
quick. One day in Monterey he got
under my feet and fell fat, much i'm
periling my dignity, for it was on AL
varado street. and was a member Of
the territorial deputation. could have
beaten him, | was so angry, but he
scrambled to his little feet, and helping
me to mine, he said. whilst lodging my
stick, BE not angry, senior. gave my
promise to the earth that thou shouldst
lass her, for all the world has prayed
that she should not embrace thee for
ninety years to come What could !
do? gave him o cake. Thou smilest,
my daughter; but thou wilt not COM
mend the enemy of thy house. No? All,
well, we grow less bitter as we grow old,
and although hated his father i liked
Diego.
Again remember Twas in Monterey,
and he was there; his father and i were
both members of the deputation. Caram-
bal what hot words passed between US!
But was thinking Of Diego. took
volume of Shakespeare from him one
day. Thou art too young to read such
books l said. A baby reading what
the good priests allow not men to
read! have not read this hereto book
of plays, and yet thou dost lie there on
thy stomach and drink in its wicked
ness 1t is true he said, and how his
steel eyes did flash, but when / am as
old as you, senior. my stomach will be
fiat and my head will be big. Thou art
the enemy Of my father, but-hast thou
noticed?-thy stomach is bigger than his,
and he has conquered thee in speech and
in politics more times than thou hast
found vengeance for. Aye-and thy
ranches have richer soil and many more
cattle, but he has library, Don Gull
lermo, and thou hast not l spanked
him then and there, but l never forgot
what he said, and thou hast read what
thou listed. would not that the chill
dren of Alexandra Estenega should know
more than those of Guillermo Iturbi
Moncada."
"Thou hast cause to be proud Of Rel
naldo, for he sparkles like the spray of
shower of leaves in autumn. And yet
and yet," she added with angry candor,
she has not brain like Diego Estenega.
He is not man. but devil"
"A good brain has always a devil at
the Wheel sharp eyes have sharper nerves
behind, and lightning from big soul
flashes fear into n little one. Diego is
not devil. | remember once | had
headache and he bathed my head, and
the water ran down my neck and gave
me a cold which put me to bed for a
week, but he is the devils godson, and
were he not the son of my enemy should
love him. His father was cruel and
vicious, but smart, holy Mary Diego
has his brain. but he has, too, the kind
heart and gentle manner-aye, holy God!
But come. come; here are the horses.
Call Prudencia, and we will go TO tho
bark and sec what the good captain has
brought to tempt u.s."
Four horses led by vaqueros had en-
tered the courtyard.
"Prudencia." called Chonita.
A door opened, and girl of small fig
ure. with solemn dark eyes and cream
like skin. her hair hanging in heavy
braids to her feet, stepped into the cor
ridor. draping pink reboso about her
head.
III am here, my cousin" she said, walk
ing with all the dignity of the Spanish
woman, despite her plump and inconsid-
cradle person. Thou art rested, Dona
Eustaquia? DO we go 10 the ship, my
uncle. and shall we buy this afternoon?
God of my life! wonder has he high
comb TO make me look tall, and flesh
colored stockings? Ny own are gone
with holes. do not like white
Hush thy chatter" said her uncle.
How can ] tell what the captain has
until see? Come, my children"
We sprang 20 our saddles; Don Gull
lermo mounted heavily. and we cantered
to the beach. followed by the OK cart
which would carry the fragile cargo
home. A boat took us 90 the bark.
which sat motionless on the placid chan
mel. The captain greeted us with the
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