The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-07-11

looked up to thank him. and who should It
be but Mr.. Greyburn, her old lover, whom
she had Tilted seven years agol Mr.. Grey
burn was lawyer and widower and his
mustache was family aecked with gray
They talked about the hidden treasure and
In particular about a wonderful jewelled
veil.whlch gives it's title to the book, THE
Veil OF Solana' Drank F. Lowell Book Com
pany), by Emma Mersereau Newton.
This richly jewelled veil used TO drape
a silver statue Of the Virgin in the old San
Luis mission, and some time in the 'AOs
it had been hidden by the padre to save it
from falling into sacriegious hands. Miss
Eastlake's grandfather had known OF the
hiding place, and she had come out to look
for it. That night, after her meeting with
Mr.. Greyburn, she ate her first tdmdie and
then put a new ribbon in her typewriter
and clicked oil poem, which she called
"A Phantom Picture" and which describes
the purpling rim of twilight's fold into
which the sun drops down Ike ball of
gold. Then after looking out across the
street at raquero talking to his girl at the
window, she went to bed and had some
dreams Of this kind: Such absurd dreams
They we're ridiculous enough to have been
inspired by Spanish dinner. In the
unaccountable night visions, saw the face
OF the Uaquero, who made a saddle call
on the snorita opposite; and I at once
recognized him to be the brigand Of the
Cuesta grade. I was endeavoring to give
the alarm when he smothered my voice
by flingng jewelled veil over my head.
Ravished by the glittering sight, Ralph
Greyburn renewed his offer of marriage.
l accepted him with alacrity and we pre-
pared to seal the compact with a kiss.
l actually had my lips pursed for the bliss
of contact with the hairy portico OF mans
mouth. when those odious mission bells
broke off the connection between delicious
dreamland and drear reality by pesling
forth their jangling notes"
Some time after this Miss Eastlake bought
bicycle and learned to ride it. One day
while riding through canon she saw some
beautiful wild flowers and got off her wheel
to pick few. Suddenly she felt the ground
tremble and heard loud, roaring noise.
panic-stricken herd of cattle was rushing
down the canon. She sprang upon her
wheel and set off, but before long the road
took sharp turn to the left and she almost
ran into another frantic herd coming in
the opposite direction. She plunged madly
into thicket of wild mustard and dragged
her wheel after her. Vdqueros were yelling
as they dashed hither and thither, trying
to separate the herds; COWS were believing
for missing calves; bulls we're roaring;
dust was flying. Miss Eastlake was not
unnaturally alarmed "All at once" she
says, something crashed into the mustard
thicket, where 1 was imprisoned by bonds
that resisted my most strenuous efforts
to break. The stems began to snap under
a stronger force, and an instant later two
rival bulls, with horns locked. pressed
abruptly into my retreat. The entangling
meshes were an added source of irritation,
and they rocked madly back and forth,
trying to liberate themselves. In the
effort their horns became unlocked and
their attention was directed toward me
by an unwise movement that l made to
squeeze through the network One of the
beasts began paving the ground and lash
ing his tail in an intensity of rage; the other
lowered his horns and made wicked dash
that caused death to seem imminent" A
tight place Luckily, at that moment a
RATA Kissed through the air and Miss East
lake was jerked to the back OF a snorting
steed, and when she came to she found
herself in the rector's house.
Next day she lost her way among the hills
and punctured tire on a cactus plant.
Footsore and ready to drop with fatigue
she came at shutdown to an old adobe man
sion. She climbed the outer wall and
found room, in one corner of which was
a rawhide couch, covered with fur robes.
Here she fell asleep. Presently a Mexican
servant glided noiselessly into the room
and lighted some wax candles in a silver
candelabra. He was soon followed by a
young man richly attired in a gold-broid-
cred velvet doublet, gem-buttoned knee
breaches and long silk stockings. He
ordered supper, and, when he saw Miss
Fastlake said in voice of charming ca
dence: IS lorita, pardon my momentary
oblivion of your presence. The palace and
all it contains is yours They supped
most sumptuously on tortilLos, frijoes,
onions and a ragolt seasoned with garlic,
while he told her the story of his life, and
just as Miss Eastlake was trying to suppress
an inclination to yawn she woke up. The
candles went out and the table and host
disappeared. But there was light stream
ing through a crack in the floor and there
was also a statue OF saint with nick in
his nose that suddenly moved while she
was staring at it. Presently a man in a
sombrero and with bullseye lantern came
from behind the statue. Cautiously creep
ing after him she peered into another room
and there saw two men counting over a
pile of greenbacks and gold. They were
the stage robbers, and presently they be-
gln to fight Miss Easlake was over
whelmed with fear. Il did not dare"
she says, "remain where was any longer:
and, trembling in every limb attempted
to creep back to my hiding place. I'm
fortunately, I stepped on creaking board
and, slight as the noise was, the light was
instantly extinguished, and I heard n
sound which suspected to be the cooking
of revolver" Here again Is another
tight place, and at the head Of the next
chapter we find some appropriate verse:
There are moments OF anticipation
Moments OF pleasure sublime.
Moments for thought and for action'
Some moments seem years Of time.
She fell down a flight of stairs in the
dark, was dragged across stone floor hit
with something that felt like n club and
thrown into a closet under the stairs Next
morning she mended the bicycle and rode
a.. Co, ,,;a md for OpurIV "a week