The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-11-07

Knew TO pc Dut Wayfarer IN the
wilderness engaged in brief chimeri-
cal g a. enterprise. For the first time she
felt her Individuality melt into, com
his gaze, still with that intensity Of
vision piercing the future, her own
eyes reflected the Representatives of his;
and in time he saw it.
I'VE should all wear black for so
mournful an OCCASION said Rafaella
Sal, spreading out her scarlet skirts.
Father Abella is right. The occa-
81 sion is sad enough without giving it
the air of funeral -
Sad! Dios de mi alma! Will he
Elena Castro shook her wise head.
She was nearly twenty, and four years
OF matrimony had made her skeptical
OF mans capacity for romance. "Two
years are long, and he will see many
girls, and become one again of life
that's always more brilliant than our
sun in May" His eyes will be daz-
zled, his mind distracted, full to the
brlm; To sit at table with the car,
TO talk with him alone in his cabinet, to
nave for the asking audience of the
S~FS - AsoAAO 0nu Out hluR Ol OUdluI
Ay vi! .Ay vi! Perhaps he will be
made a prince when he returns to st.
petersburg and all the beautiful prin-
cesses will want to marry him. Can he
remember this poor little California.
ana even our lovely Concha? I doubt!
Valgame Dios, doubt!''
Concha has always been too for
tunate,' said Rafaella with touch
or spite, for years of waiting had tried
%h, I
her nose. The flower of California
stood on the corridor of the mission
and before the church awaiting the
guest OF honor and his escort. A mass
was to be said in behalf of the depart
ing guests; the Juno would sail with
the turn Of the afternoon tide. Men
and women were in their gayest finery,
an exotic mass of color against the
rough. whitewashed walls, chattering as
vlVac1ous!!y as if the burden of their
conversation cor We're not regret for the
tenants. Concha, alone, wore no color:
ne her frock was white, her mantilla black.
she stood somewhat apart, but altho
she was pale she commanded her eyes
to dwell a bsently on the shifting sand
far down the valley, her naughty Span
lsh profile betraying nothing of the
despair in her soul.
Yes, Concha has always been too
fortunate,' repeated Rafaella. sWhy
Should she be chosen for such destiny
to 60 to the Russian court and wear
train ten yards long of red velvet
embroidered with gold, a white veil
spangled with gold, headdress a foot
nigh set so thick with jewels her head
Will ache for week-Madre de Diosl
And we stay here forever with white
walls hnrcohoir =.
fornia pearls and three silk dresses a.
year" y
No one in all Russia will look so
grand in court dress as our Con
chita, " said Elena loyalty. .'tBut I
doubt if it is the dress and the State
she thinks Of losing today. She will
not talk even to me Of him-Ai vi!
she grows more reserved every day.
our .Concha!--except to say she wifi
wed him when he returns, and. that I
know, tor did not I witness the be-
trothalY She only mocks me when I
beg her to tell me if she loves him,
lacngulshes, or sings a bar of some one
OF our beautiful songs with ridiculous
words: But she does. She did not
sleep last night. Her room is next to
mine. No, it is of Rezanov she thinks
and always. Those proud, silent~girls,
who jest when others would weep and
use many words and must die without
sympathy-they have tragedy in. their
souls, ay .yil And you think she is
FORTUNATELY True she is beautiful, she
is La Favorita, she receives many
boxes from Mexico, and she has won
the love OF this Russian. Butt have
not dared to remind her-I remem-
nered it only yesterday-she came
into this world on. the thirteenth of a
month, and he into her life but one
day before the thirteenth Of another
new style! True, some might say that
II was an escape, but if he came on
the twelfth, it was on the thirteenth
she began to love him-on the night
of the ball; Of that I am sure. -
Rafaella shuddered and crossed her.
self. Poor Concha! Perhaps in the
end she will always stand APART like
that. Truly she is not as others. T
have always said it. Thanks he to
Mary it was Luis that wooed me. not
the Russian, for I might have been
tempted. True his eyes are blue. and
only the black could win my heart. But
the court Of st. Petersburg! Dios de
mi vida! Did [ l. lie awake at night and
think of Concha Arguello in her velvet
ana Jewels all over, l should hate her.
Put n9-today-1 cannot. Two years!
Have [ not waited sixq It is eternity
when one loves and is youne.' Ivy
They Gomez said Elena.
The cavalcade was descending the
sandhi]ls on the left, Rezanov in full
uniform between the comandante and
Luis Arguello and followed by picked
escort Of officers from Preside and fort.
The Californians wore full-dress uni
form of W bite and scarlet, Don Jose, a
blue velvet serape, embroidered in gold
with the arms of, Spain. 81 ..-.. @.
AS they dismounted Rezanov bowed
ridor, and they returned his salutation
gravely, suddenly silent. He walked
directly over to Concha.
90 We will go in together" he said.
cit matters nothing what they>think.
1 kneel beside no one else."
+ And Concha, with the air Of leading
an honored guest to the banquet,
turned and walked with him into the
dark little church.
mantisy aid be y TSs pet wear o white lite
like that black thing
IT am not bride. I knew we should
kneel together-it would have been
ridiculous; And I could not wear a
colored reboso today.' :
81 should have liked to fancy we
were here for our nuptials. Delusions
pass, but are none the less, sweet for
They knelt at the altar, the com
andante, Dona Ignacia, Luis, Santi-
ago, Rafaella Sal and Elena Castro
just behind; the rest of the party, their
bright garments shimmering vaguely
in the gloom, as they listed; and enough
fervent prayers went up to insure the
health and safety of the departing