The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-10-28
+ EZANIOV
By GERTR UDE ATHERTON

xvI.-CoNl INUED.


fam;nine rule he remin ded himself that
| Concha's mind was the child or MS OWL
When She saw his "embarrasSneht' +
! fiEal duty and woman'si VIII Wottlo eA
/ tricate them both with grace ana aver ti
/ the enmity of the Ru sslan even 'io
the latter's more perso 4 M i disannoint-
ment. He would make her teel the
WEIGHT of the stern patel NAL hand, ana
+ then indicate the part sh e haa TO play.
I He rano a bell and dire 'cted the serv-
/ ant to summon his, daught er, drew NM
rugged face in hard lines. AS Concha
/ entered he looked the com andante, the
stern disciplinarian, every inch OF him.
! There was no trace of The siesta Ill
Concha's cheeks. They were very
white, but her eyes were ste ady and her
mouth indomitable as she walked down
/ the sala and took the chair RezanoV
placed Tor her. Except for her Castll-
ian fairness, she looked very like the
martinez; sitting on the otlser side OF
the table. The comandante regarded
her silently with brows drawn togetner;
Dimly, he felt apprehension wondered
in flash of insight. if girls held iasI
with tongue in. the cheek; Ihe pare
possibility of resistance almost threw
/ him into panic, but he controlled h!s
features until the effort injected ms
eyes and drew in his nostrlls;: Concha
regarded him calmly, altho 5ae r., near ear.
beat unevenly, for she dreaded fhe lung
strain she foresaw.
finally, his tones harsh with re1pressed
misgiving, edo you suspect why L nave
sent for you9' 49,, -
~ think his excellency wishes It, to
marry me- replied Concha; stnd the
eomardante was so staggered by the
calm assurance of her tone and manner
that his pent2up emotion exploded.
WDios,'' he roared. "What rlght
have YOU to know when man Wishes
to marry you? What manner or span.
ish girl is thiss Truly mas s+ nus IS e otber
women. The place for You IS your
room, with bread and water for
week Sixteen!'
HIenacio was born when my mother
was sixteen.' said Concha cooliy.
! "What Of that9 She married Whom
and when she was told to marry.
~ have heard that you serenaded
nightly beneath her grating
$50 did others.
81 have heard that when of all her
suitors her father chose one more hlghly
. born, a gentleman OF the Vlceioy 5
court she pined until they gave their
consent to her marriage with you, lest
she die
But / was Catholic! The prelu-
. dice against my birth was an unworthy
| one. I had distinguished myself: And
, she had the support of the priests.
HIt is nv misfortune that nj. de
| Rezanov is not a Catholic, but it will
make no difference. | shall not fall
ill. for ] am like you, not like my dear
q mother-and the education you nave
given me is very different from her.
z But 1 shall marry his excellency or no
= one, and whether | marry him or live
r. ~, 4 a tbo1 Of m mill
Z end of nv mortal days, | do not be-
\ live that my soul will be imperiled IN
the least.
T "You do not!''- shouted the Z lirate
R Spaniard.. 6" How dare you presume to
Z decide such "a question for" iiyourselt.91
q What does a woman know of love until
4 she marries? 1t is nothing but SICK,
enine Of the imagination before; and
5 if the man goes, the doctor soor
comes.''
a "You may not have intended-but
/ you have taught me to think for my
. self. And I have seen others besides
M. de Rezanov--the flower of Califor
. MIA and more than one fine gentleman
: from Mexico L will have none o.
them. I will marry the man of my
choice or no one. 1t may be that
know naught of love. If you wish yo,
band is determined by ambition, ant
that I am dazzled with the thought o
d. court life in st. Petersburg, of bein,
the consort of great and wealthy no
BILE It matters mot Love or ambi
ton, l shall marry this Russian Or
shall never marry at all.
mother Of God! Mother of God! ,
> Don Jose IS face was purple. The vein
sweIled in his neck. He was, the NOR
wroth because he recognized his ow
y daughter and his own handiwork, be
cause he saw that he confronted
Toledo blade, not woman 8 brltti
will, such as he had grown old |
knowledge Of. Concha regarded hill
calmly. i.
off you refuse your consent you wi
? lose me iii another way. L may not
81 able to marry as I wish, but will HAY
y no worldly alternative. l shall jo1
the Third Order of the Franciscans, al
q in California. To that you cannot wit
Ii hold your consent, or they no long
would call you Ell Santo.'
81 Don Jose leaped from his chair. 6 c
to your room - he Numbered. Al
. do, not dare t, leave. it without n
# permission-'
But Concha sprang forward al
flung herself upon his neck. She rubb
her warm elastic cheek against his ov
a in the manner he loved, and soften
her voice. "Papacita mic, papaci
u mio,' she pleaded. ''Thou wilt n
$ refuse thy Concha the only thing s
has ever begged Of thee. And ] be
- I beg! Papa MIC! T love him! I 10
Fl him!' eng And she-breke into wild wee
ing and kissed him franticallv. VIII
"a Rezanov, who had followed her nj
of attack and resistance III silent {
ri miration, did not know whether :
should himself be moved to tears or f
ther admire.
Don Jose pushed her from him W;
heavy sob and hastily left the roo
oblivious in the confusion Of his f
n; ulties of the boon he conferred on I
En- lovers. Concha dried her eyes, but
face was deathly pale. 1t had not BIZ
IA all acting, by any means. and she Y
@ beginning to feel the tyranny Of sic
81 less nights and the JOY and wonder
H! the morning had left her with but
II remnant of endurance for the domes
ii battle-ground. go - 80 p
n Geo. she whispered. Return
I the dance tonight as if nothing
81 happened-I forgot, there is to be
ST. bull-bear fight in the square. So mi
III the better, for it IS in your honor, 6
you could not well remain away. Tn
S3 is much trouble to come, but in :
" end we shall win -.
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The muscles in bona Ignaci
Z cheeks fell an inch as she listen
u z L. Ill b. Is1z