The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-12-10

senses. He laid aside his book. went
into the garden, and, half unconscious
Of his trcspass, passed through the mis-
sion orchard and thence into the little
Churchyard beside the church,
He walked to the door OF the church;
to his surprise It was open. Standing
upon the threshold, he glanced inside
and stood for n moment utterly be-
education that bizarre and highly.col-
wildered. In l. man OF refined taste and
orcd interior would have only provoked
emile or shrug; to Stephen Master
TOMS highly emotional nature, but ar
tistic incNperlencG. strangely enough, II
was profoundly impressive. The hcnv-
ily.umbered, Toughly-hcwn roof, bar
red with alternate bands OF blue and
Indian red. the crimson hnngIngs, the
gold and black draperles, affected this
religious backwoodsman exactly rs
they were designed to affcct the heath
en- and acolytes. for whose conversion
the temple had been reared. He could
scarcely take his eyes from the tinsel-
crowned Mother OF Heaven, resplendent
In white and gold and glitterlng Jewels;
the radiant shield before the host, illu-
minated by tall spectral candles In the
mysterious Obscurity OF the altar, dnZ-
zled him like the rayed disc Of the set
ting sun,
He was turning quickly away when
the keeper OF the Tienda--a man OF
sloth and sin-gently approached him
from the shadow OF column, with a
mute gesture, which he took to be one
Of invitation. A fierce protest Of scorn
and Indignation swelled In his throat,
but died upon his lips. Yet he had
strength enough to erect his gnunt
cmeointcd figure. throwing out his long
arms and extended palms In the htti-
tude OF defiance caorCism and then rush
swiftly from the church. Az he did so
he thought he saw n faint smile cross
the shop keepers face. and whispered
exchange OF words with Il nelghboring
wnrghlper OF more oXnlted appearance
cnmc to his ears. But II was not intel
ligiblc to his comprehension.
The next day he wrote to his doctor
In that quaint Ernndlloqucnce OF writ
ton speech with which the hRlf-cduca-
ted man balances the slips of his coll
loQuial phrasIng:
DO not let the purgutlon Of my flesh be
unduly protrACtCd. What the sloth and
ldolntrieB OF Bnal and AshtRroth, which
see daily around me, feel that With
out protest not only the flesh but tho
spirit IL mortified. But my bodily
strength IL merCifully returning, and
found myself yesterday able TO take n
long ride mt that hour which they here
keep sacred for nm idOlntrous rite, under
the beautiful name OF "Fhe Angelus,"
Thus do they bcur false witness to Him!
Can you tell me the meaning OF the
Spanish words, Don KCyhotter?" l
am ignorant Of these sensuoug southern
languages. and nm aware that this Ia
not the correct spelling, but | have
strivcn to give the phonetic equivalent.
IT was used, ! nm inclined TO think, In
reference to myself, by an ldolatcr.
+. S,-YOu need not trouble yourself.
hnVe Just asCertRlnGd that the words In
question were simply the title OF an idle
novel. and. OF course, could not possibly
refer TO me,
Howbelt It was ua Don Quixotc"-
I. O.. the common SpanIards concCp-
ton OF the knight OF La Mnnchn, mere
~ the simple fanatic and mailman
TINT Mr.. stephen Mastcrton ever after
rode all unCOnRcluuely through the
streets OF the mlsgI0n, amid the half
plying, half.smlllng glanccs OF the
people
In spite OF his mcditatlons, his single
volume, and his hnblt OF retiring early,
he found his evenings were growing
lonely and tedious. lie missed tho
prayer meeting, and, nbovh NIL, the
hymns lie had fine baritone voice,
Bympalhctlc M inny no imagined, but
not cultivated. ono night. in the pCclu-
aIon Of hiB garden, and secure In hlB
distance from other dwellings, he
raised his voice In familiar camp meot-
Ing hymn with II strong Covcnantcr's
ring In the chorus. Growing holder ha
no went on, he ut last illlcd the quiet
night with the strenuous sweep OF his
chunt, Surprised at hlH own fervor
he paused for u moment. listening, LNlf