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

ing something naughty for which I cannot
be held responsible"
you should understand me-" he said. But
It is true that thought as much Of you as
Of myself"
In a few moments the ship was under
way. Santiago and Sturgis had gone down
to the cabin to reassure Dona Ignacia,
who uttered q loud cry as the Juno gave a
preliminary lurch. Gervasio and Rivera
had opened their eyes as Rexanov abruptly
unfolded his plan, but dropped them sleepily
before the delight Of the girls. After all,
1t was none Of their affairs. and what was
bay? II they requested him. as point
of honor, to refrain from examining the
battery of Yerba Buena with his glass.
their conscfences would be as light as
their hearts
the Prov of the ship and alternately cast
softened eyes on her intense rapt face and
shreWd glances on the ramifications of the
bay, he congratulated himself upon his
precipitate action and the collision of ma
ture. They were sailing east and would
turn to the north in moment. The noun
tain range bent abruptly at the entrance
to the bay, encirclng the immense sheet
Of water in chain Of every altitude and
form: long, hard undulating line against
the bright blue sky; smooth and dimpled
slopes, as round as cones, bare but for
the green of their grasses; lofty ridges
tapering to hills in the curve at the north,
but with blue peaks multiplying beyond
There were dense forests in deep canons
on the mountain side, bare and Jagged
heights, the graceful sweep of valleys, pro-
montories leaping out from the mainland
like mammoth crocodiles guarding the bay.
The view Of the main waters was broken
by the largest of the islands, but far away
were the hills of the east and the soft blue
peaks behind. And over all, hill and valley
and canon and mountain, was bright opa-
lescentm list. Green pink and other pale
colors cleaned as behind a thin layer of
crystal. Where the sun shone through
low white cloud upon distant slope there
might have been a great globe Of tridescent
glass Illuminated within The water was
a light soft filmy, yet translucent, blue,
Concha gazed with parted lips.
Il never knew before how wonderful it
was" she murmured. Il have been taught
to believe that only the south is beauti-
from Santa Barbara it was exile. But now
I am glad 1 was born in the north
Il have watched the lights these hills
and Islands, and what 1 could see of the
fine lines of the mountains, ever since I
came and were there but villas and castles,
these waters would be far more beautiful
than the Lake of Como the Bay of
Naples. But l am glad to see trees again.
From anchorage 1 had but a bare
glimpse of two or three. They seem to
hide from the western winds Are they
so strong then?'
1--WE have terrible winds, senior 1 do not
wonder the trees crouch to the east. But
must tell you our names" She pointed
to the largest of the islands, great bare
mass tNaC looked as naO II Deen, When
viscid, flung out in long folds from central
peak, concaving here and there with its
own weight. Its southern point was on a
line with a point of mainland far to the
west, and its northern, from their vantage
looking to be but a continuation of the
curve of the mainland, finished an arc of al
most perfect proportions whose deep curve
was tumbled mass Of hills and one great
mountain. That Is Nuestra Sonora de los
Angeles. and 1t opens triple jaw, Luis
has told me, at Point Tiburon-you will
soon see the straits between. The big rock
behind US is Alcatraz, and farther away
still is Yerba Buena-that looks like a
camel on Its knees"
But ReZanov was examining the scene be-
fore him. The line of this bay within a
bay were superb and In its wide embrace,
slanting from Point Tiburon toward an in
ner point two miles opposite was another
island. as steep as Alcatraz, but long and
waving of outline, with a glimpse Of trees
on its crest. ReZanov, while he lost nothing
of the picturesque beauty surrounding him,
was more deeply interested in noting the
many foundations sheltered and solid, for
Notifications that would hold these rich
lands against the fleets of the world. Never
had he seen SO many strategic advantages
on one sheet of water. The islands farther
south he had examined through his glass
from the deck of the Juno until he knew
every convolution. ,ney turned to the west
Concha was directing his attention to
the tremendous angular peak rising above
the tumbled hills. That is Mount Tamal-
pdlS-tIIe HOuHldll VI pedCe II was named
by the Indians, not by US. Sometimes it
is like a great purple shadow and at
others the clouds fight about 1t like the
ghosts Of big sea gulls." They were sail
inner point Of the little bay. 1t was al
most detached from the bare ridge be-
hind and half covered with oaks and will
low trees. That is Point Sausalito.
and longed for a merienda in the deep
shade" She turned to Rezanov with lips
apart. Gould we notch, senor!-have
our dinner on shore?"
ut is only for you to select the spot
We can sail many miles before 1t is time
for dinner. and you may find place even
more to your liking. 1 fancy we cannot
go far here. 1t looks swampy and shall
low. Nothing could be less romantic than
to stick in the mud
May 1 ask. said Concha demurely, |
"how you dare to run the risks of I'M
known sheet of water?. 1 have heard 1t
said that there Is more than one rock and |
shoal in this bay
Il not as rash as I may appear" re-
piled Rezanov dryly, but smiling. I'm !
1879 there was a chart of this bay. taken
and 1 bought it there when l up from
Observation-Disclosures at Falmouth-three
years ago. Davidov who, you may OBJ
serve, is steering, oblivious to the charms
of even Dona Carolina, knows every sound |
ing by heart
obi" Concha shrugged her shoulders
THE governor. too. is very clever It
will be drawn battle Perhaps 1 shall
remain neutral after all. 1t would be
more amusing The ship turning, and
she waved her hand to the island between
the deep arc of the hiliy coast. Il have
heard much of the beauty of that is
land" she said, that l have called it
La Bellissima, but 1 never hoped to see
anything but the back of it's head, from
which the wind has blown all the hair.
And now l shall. How kind you are,
senor!
How easily you are made happy" he
said with sigh. You look like a child"
To-day I shall be one; and you the kind
fairy godfather she added with some
malice. How old are you, senor?"
"Forty-two"
"That is twenty-six years older than
myself But your excellency might pass
for thirty five" she added politely. I'VE
have all said it. And now that you are
not so pale you will soon look younger
and even more triumphant than when you
came"
Il have never felt SO triumphant as on
this morning, dear senorita. had not
hoped to give you so much pleasure"
Her cheeks were pink as her reboso,
her great black eyes were dancing. Her
hands strained at the railing. Il shall see
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