Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-03-10

with one hand and pointed forward with
the other:
Look look, Philip: there is a man.
she whispered eagerly
looked as I was hidden and there
sure enough, at the end of a trodden path
which ended in a little landing place be-
tween tufts OF the plant known as Spanish
payonets, stood a man tall of stature
ana gray OF beard as though he. too, had
grown up along with the cypress trees and
had acquired some of the gray moss which
ciings like mist about their branches.
NOW. In all my life I had never seen
anything resembling this man, yet instantly
knew him for popish monk. He was be-
yond the stature of ordinary men, bare
headed and wrapped from head to foot in
long, black robe. with a cord knotted
loosely about his waist.
insunctfvely we turned the bow OF the
boat toward where the man stood. and
giish: 'N '''''i III EN-
Can we land here?" he asked
bot ,ne man made no reply, continuing to
gaze needy at us as we advanced
:, men Eoofra stood up and said something
IN language sweet and melancholy of
SOUND, which guessed to be Spanish. And
at TINS the man slowly lifted his hand and
pointed to low bank, as il to guide our
Eborra continued to speak as we an
preached and soon we were alongside. win
leaped out first, and helped nv mother to
land upon small pier of shell marble. She.
ting still that she would have fallen If VIII
had not caught her in his arms whereat
very pleasantly she smiled and thanked
him.
The rest of us sprang out one after the
other, but, before coming on shore himself,
Eborra handed out his mother up into my
arms.
was astonished when 1 took hold of her.
Inc old woman seemed hardly heavier tina
bird trussed for the table
Wnen mad set her down looked round
aha 10! there was my mother on her knees
pelore the prest or monk or whatever he
was, and his hands We're stretched ont
over her head. which made me very nm
reasonably angry. For l might have re-
lnenipereo tnat my mother had few of my
advantages having been brought up among
Eplscopians, who, after ALL are little bet
ter than papists. AS for me- thank God. I
would not kneel to any pope or papist Iiy-
ing.
Then the monk, still without speakinp
watched US tie up the jolly boat, and, mo-
tloninS US with his hand. he turned him
aoout ana sta,ked up the path between the
senunel tufts of Spanish bayonets."
Ana now there waited across US the
SOUND OF pleasant thing-the ringing Of
bells far away in the silence of the wood
ana II came to our ears sweetly and SOL
EMMY. like the first psalm sung in the
XIX on summer sacrament morn.
We followed our guide in order. First
went Will and my mother-Will support
ing her with one arm and Tending off
from her with watchful eye and ready hand
the prfckiy plants which f1ourished on
either side the way. 1 followed next with
Anna Then came Eborra and his mother
AS we proceeded the sound of bells grew
louder and somewhat less mellow Then
after quarter Of an hour we began to
arrive. First there appeared a wide clear
Ing In the forest. Bearded pines and cy-
presses had been feiled and instead of them
young hveoaks whispered in friendly fash
ion, like companions who take each 9TH
er's arms to tell their secrets.
Across this open glade we marched
straight upon a stretch of lofty wall, Itch
ened like the trees and already weather
worn and ancient. This barrier was fanked
with towers in which the mouths of can
non made little black O's full of purpose
fulness. Then came low door, but our
guide did not open it. Instead he turned to
the left and skirted the long featureless
boundary wall, in which there appeared
only here and there a crucifix or little
shrine of the Virgin gay with fresh paint
and gliding.
CTo be continued