Arizona republican., 1898-06-01

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but he made it three syllables-and he
was going as a missionary to British
Honduras. He was very polite, though
he never smiled even for the sake of
politeness, and was very unobstrusive.
Whatever expression might be an his
face was well masked by that thick,
black beard, and yet one was always
| inclined to believe that it would have
been a mournful expression. Only the
black eyes really showed ANYTHING of
his inner thoughts or feelings, and 1t
was perpetual guess what they
showed or why they flashed so bright
| ly as they did at times.
"And yet, somehow, no one ever
suspected any deep or thrilling mys-
terry about Father Loite, so far as I
ever heard. He was only a remark
able looking Spaniard whose struggles
with the English language would have
been amusing if it had not been for
the pathos of his logged refusal to see
their evident hopelessness. I believe
that I first began to realize the bless
ing Of being born with an English ton
que in my head when l witnessed his
he fought that out for fully twenty
minutes, and only gave up when his
instructor niercifully induced him to
enough for everyday use
But 1 am forgetting. There was one
other thing about Loite which pointed
to mystery of some kind-for some
weeks after his arrival he never cele-
brated mass. That looked as if he
were under an ecclesiastical cloud. but
perhaps for that reason we felt re-
strained from asking questions. Then
one day foreign person of distinction
came and asked to see Father Loite.
1t was very military and very foreign
person, indeed. l remember seeing
the strange visitor get into his cab at
the front door; he did it with what
thought novelist would be justified
in describing as AN air of distinction
l wondered idly at the time who the
distinguished man was, and set him
down as count, at least.
Soon after that Father Loite left
us, having, as we gathered, learned
enough English to preach tothe natives
of Honduras. But one day my tutor
asked me if | had ever noticed any
thing very much out of the way about
Father Loite. When l said that l had
not thought him SO very peculiar for
"a Spaniard, except as to his scintillat-
ing eyes, my tutor said:
"tAnd yet he is a remarkable man.
Father Loite was known all over Eu-
rope year ago as the Cure Santa
Cruz 8
''If 1 had been told that one of my
classmates was Rob Roy in disguise
the statement could hardly have start
led me more. Everybody had read In
the papers how Santa Cruz, the Cata-
lOnian parish priest, had incurred ex-
communication by buckling On sword
and revolver and going forth to lead
Carlists on all sorts of warlike and
predatory expeditions up and down
the southern slopes of the Pyrenees,
how he had swept down suddenly on
a railway station here and captured a
train there; how he had caused this
man to be summarily shot for being
an insubordinate Carlist and another
for not being Carlist at all.
AT last Don Carlos, himself, yield
ing to the wishes of a majority OF his
advisers, who found the methods of
Santa Cruz too drastic, ordered his ar
rest. Then there wGs the story of his
leaving his escort at the foot of the
stairs while he went up to his tempo
rary quarters, as he told the soldiers,
and how he presently came back so
perfectly disguised as a peasant that
the guards did not even recognize his
voice when he wished them 'Buenas
dias' and let him escape with friend
ly 'Vaya listed con Dios.' All this ro-
mantle stuff had been current news
only year or so before, and here l
had been laughing at the attempts of
this terror to say 'drizzle.'
my tutor told me that Loite was
the maternal name of Santa Cruz. At
ter his escape from Spain-I may say
from all Spain, for Carlists, republi-
cans, and everybody else in the country
were after him-Santa Cruz made his
peace with the pope and accepted the
penance that was imposed upon him
for taking up the arms of the flesh
and using them SO vigorously. Prob
ably learning English and going to
preach in Honduras were part of his
penance. Anyhow, the fact that he
never said mass for so long after his
arrival at the college TALES with the
story of his being disciplined.
MY tutor also told me that short
time before he left us parsonage,
whose name 1 might easily recognize
if heard it, had come to beg Santa
Cruz to go back and help the cause,
but Santa Cruz was firm in his pur-
! nose to follow the paths of peace. This
of course was the distinguished for
eigner had seen getting into the cab.
l never knew whether he was Don Car
los himself or General De Haviland,
the Anglo-American Carlist, who af-
terward became a member of the Eng
lish college of Arms, or which of the
many people whose names the news
papers at that time associated with
Cariism. "-Inter-Ocean.
Beauty Is E.ood Deep.