Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-10-14

assistance from weak girl to hold her
own against Russia"
well said! 1 kiss your hands, az they
say in Vienna. But we must sail again.
told them to be ready at o'clock"
Dalliance with the most alluring girl he
had ever known was all very WELL but the
days work was not yet done. When they
returned to the ship he deliberately engaged
all the Spaniards in game of cards. or
dered cigarettes and a bowl of punch for
their refreshment, and then the Juno
Steered south.
They sailed swiftly past Nuestra Sonora
de los Angeles and the eastern side of AL
catraz, Rezanov sweeping every inch with
his glass; more slowly past the peninsula
where it came down in a succession Of
rough hills almost in a straight line from
the Preside ascending to a high outpost
of solid rock. whence it turned abruptly to
the south Here for mile or more was
waving line of steep irregular cliffs. harshr
barren, intersected with gulies. Then the
land became suddenly as fiat as the sea
save for the shifting dunes, the desert
porch of the great fertile valley hidden
from the water by the waves Of sand, but
indicated by its rampant of mountains. The
shallower water curved abruptly inward
between the rocky mass on the right and
gentler incline and point two miles below.
At it's head was the Battery of Yerba
Buena" facing the island from which 1t
took it's name. Rezanov scrupulously kept
his word and did not raise his glass. but
one contemptuouS glance satisfied his GU
rlOSlty. HIS eye TON6u over lue Sletp
that were designed to bristle with forts,
and, as sometimes happened, when he
spoke again to Concha. whom he kept
close to his side. for the other girls bored
him, his words did not express the work
ings of his mind.
ATHENS has no finer site than this" he
said. Il should like to see white marble
city on these hills and on that plain when
all the sand dunes are leveled. Not IN our
time, perhaps! But. 1 told you, l have
surrendered myself to the habit OF dream-
ing"
Concha shrugged her shoulders and made
no reply at the moment. AS they sailed To-
ward the east before turning south again
she pointed across the great silvery sheet
of water melting into the misty southern
horizon to a high ridge of mountains that
looked to be a continuation OF the San
Bruno range behind the Mission, but slant
ing farther west with the coast line.
'Those are behind our rancho. senior
Rancho Ell Pillar or Las Pulgas. as some
prefer. Perhaps my father will take you
there 1 hope so. for we love to go and may
not too often; my father is very busy here.
He is one of the few that has received
large grant of land. and it Is because the
clergy love him SO much they oppose his
wish in nothing. Do you see those sharp
points against the sky? They are tops of
lofty trees, like the masts of giant ships.
and with many rigid arms spiked like the
pines. You saw a few Of them in the hol-
low below Tamalpais. but up on those
mountains there are miles and miles of
mighty forests. No white man has ever
penetrated them nor ever will, perhaps.
We have no use for them. and even If you
made this your kingdom. senior, 1 suppose
not many would come with you. Far, far
down where the water stops are the Mis-
sions of Santa Clara and San Jose, but 1
have heard you cannot approach within
many mues of the land in a boat
When they had sailed south for few
moments the boat came about abruptly.
Concha laughed. II had forgotten the
flov
a shoal." go -
But they approached the cove OF
Yerba Buena again she caught his arm sud-
denly, unconscious of the act, and the little
dancing lights of humor in her eyes went
out. Your white city. senior! Ay, Dios!
What city of dreams that can never
come true!'
The soft white fog that sometimes. even
rolling over the hills between the battery
and the Preside. wreathing about the rocky
heights and slopes. 1t broke into domes
and cupolas. spires and minarets. Great
waves rolled over the sand dunes and beat
upon the cliffs with the phantoms clinging
to its sides. Then the sun struggled
through; for moment the ghostly city was
iridescent with thousand colors. Ihe sun
conquered the mist shimmered into sun
light and once more the hills were gray
Rezanoy laughed. but his eyes glowea
down upon her Il am bavn not an sure idea y was
Imagination and touch acted as sort of
enchanter's wand. The others evidently
saw nothing"
1.-The others saw only fog and shivered.
Rut n was there senior. We have had a
vision Russian city! Ay. yi!'
But Rezanov had forgotten the city. Her
reboso had fallen and strand of her hair
blew across his face. His lips caught 1t
and his eyes burned. They rounded head
land and the world looked green and young.
t"Concha!' he whispered.
Her eyes flashed and melted. she lifted
her chin; then burst into merry ripple
OF laughter.
''senor," she said. IL you make love to