Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1896-04-09

storyof the Outrages committed agalns'
the property Of his friends farther
north had more than sympathetic sig
nificance to him. Day after day he pom
dered and his purpose grew.
! The rumors OF war on the Rio
Grande became louder and louder, and
at length, when the grapes OF Cuca-
monga were taking on the purple hues
of the distant canyons, word was
brought that the stars and stripes OF
Los Estados Unidos had been raised
at Monterey, Don Tiburcio said moth
ing, but the next day announced TO
Marianita that he must journey to Los
Angeles. Close as was the tie which
bound these two, the traditional pride
and faith of her race permitted no doubt
nor further question than the simple'
"Am to 60 with you, papasito?' When
the hesitating reply came: mo, can
not very well take you, hiji mia" this
proud little descendant of old CASTLE
| thought for only moment, Il wonder
| whyo' then dismissed the subject from
her mind, and sent her father upon his
| journey with close abrazo and tender
words of farewell.
Don Tiburcio journeyed to the pueblo
without adventure or mishap. Two
amigos viejos, appraised OF his arrival
by one of his household servants, dlned
with him al fresco, and as they smoked
their cigaritos under the shadow OF
the orange tree. Calfornia's position
in the present struggle between Mexico
and Los Estados was discussed with
great warmth. At length, when the
lateness of the hour penetrated the
consciousness of their heated spirits,
the two friends arose. and with the for
NAL courtesy which the closest init
macy never alters, babe their host
"Puenas nocbes, Don Tiburcio, voyn
V'd con Dios manana" C'Good night
Don Tiburcio, God be with you to-mor-
row''). He had not disclosed, even to
these two tried and true old friends,
the object of his visit to the pueblo.
In that darkest hour before the dawn,
when all his household slumbered, Don
Tiburcio arose, listened for moment.
and finding all still, crept cautiously
out into the wide hall of the house.
Noiseessly drawing the bolt of the
outer door. he glded around the east
corner of the house to the servants
quarters. Here again all was still, save
for the occasional mutteriifgs of the
sleepers within.
"Domingo!" whispered Don Thur
clio. and out Of the darkness a tall figure
arose and stole silently toward him.
With no further word or sign The two
passed away toward the stables. Here
Domingo drew out a cumbrous four
wheeled ''carreta del pals which |
rolled out with dismal creakings lfur-
riedly oiling the numbering vehicle. so
that its complainings were instantly
hushed. he yoked TO it a pair of we'll
fed, slow-moving oxen. Then, always |
with quick. gliding morions. he sad
lied Don Tiburcio's horse. and just as
the day was lighting up the crown of
II VieJo Calvo, master and servant
PASSED out Of the great gate. the mas.
er astride his favorite horse Paloma.
his Indian attendant walking beside
The cumbrous carreta. which contained.
beside large metal box. with strong
BRASS clasps, pickayes and shovels OF
rnrions sizes and degrees OF strength.
Slowly they wended thcirway toward
he Rancho de San Jose. and as they
ode the golden glory of the day gilded
he crests Of the Sierra Madre. Rev
'rently Don Tiburcio raised his broad
ombrcro, and the silent but observant
indian clasped his arms and dropped
lis head upon his breast. The oxen
tood still With his eyes upon the
Sierra. Don Tiburcio
hunted his morning prayer Of praise
nd thanksgiving. to which the Indian
3aetl 4 low-toned amen. and quietly
ayirg his hand uron the nearest OF
he oxen, they resumed their slow
Quincy.
The sun rose high in the heavens,
lie purple canyons OF the still distant
fountains grew hazv with the days
eat. ard The long line of hills to the
nntf grew faint and indistirct. Slow
i. slowly the sun passed over their
cads md sank down below the level
orion. A cool breeze came lightly
oward them. The glow of the sunset
led. vand the dusk, like mlst, softly
III and wrapped them within impalpa-
lie. invisible folds. through which the
ght breeze hoated like the touch OF :
spirit that wanders.
In silence they journeyed, the Indian .
loving like shadow beside the slow
Cling carrcta, while the stars flung y
own a soft white light like The CLEAN
I the blooms in the orange groves. The
allan and the master, each in his own
ny. felt the silent power Of the forces
the night; perhaps within the In !
ans untutorcd soul 1t stirred the
ider depths Of poetry Bui he gave !
Q sign, only patiently guided the plod- ?
ing oxen. II
The stars paled. and as the gray light
another dawn lifted the shadow u
lists from the cornfelds and vine u
,rds Domingo and his master halted =
lder the old Encino del Tinaie. Here =
face took on its first express Z
OH of wonder, as Don Tiburcio said to !
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