Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-10-07

their country, but I am not accustomed
to 1t: and 1 like not Boards"
His excellency wore no beard-he who
sat on my mothers right and opposite TO
me-"
HE is very grand, senorita; more grand
than the governor, who after all has 'od
hair and is old. He Is even grander tnin
Don Jose, whom may the saints preserve
or than the padres at the mission. Perhaps
he is a king, like our king and natural
lord in Spain. Gel rey nuestro senior
naturally Is he king, senorita?"
mo, but he should be. Rosa, thou mayst
have NV red cloak that came from Mexico
last year. 1 have new one. AMI that
is too small. 1 had intended to give 1t to
Ana Paula, but thou art good girl ana
should have a gay mantle for Sunday, like
the other girls. l have also red ribbon Tor
thy hair
Rosa split half the contents OF the choco-
late pot on the floor, and Concha gave her
a sound box on the ear. However, she
did not dismiss her, sentence for which
the trembling girl prepared herself
Make more-Quickly!' cre1 the lacy or
caprice. They. come. l hear them II
this is enough for the first Make the rest
and beat with the molinllo as l have done,
and Malta will bring all to the corridor
She ran to her room and her mirror. Both
urious than the cell of a nun. But the
roses hung over the window, tho birds had
built in the caves, and over the wall the
sun shone in. In one co:1e- was IN altar
ana a cruclnX. IL TIE "atliS Vac iouSiL
and white, they were as 'notless as the
hands that shook out and then twisted high
the fine dusky masses 'f hair. When
fold had been drawn down over either car,
In the modest fashion Of the California
maid and wife, and the tall she'll comb had
fastened the rest, Concha instead of finish
ing the headdress with her long Spanish
pins, Invested the stems of two half-bloWn
roses of their thorns and thrust them
obliquely through the knot. Her dress was
of simple white linen, made with very full
skirt and little round jacket, but embrofd-
cred by her own deft fingers with the color
she loved best She patted her frock, rolled
down her sleeves. and went out to the
corridor" to stand demurely behind her
mother as the Russians, escorted by Faith
er Ramon Abella rode into the square.
ReZanov had intended merely to pay
a call of ceremony upon the hospitable
Arguellos, but after he had dismounted'
and kissed the hands of the smiling sonora
and her beautiful daughter he was nothing
loath to linger over a cup Of chocolate.
1t served out there in the shade OF
the vines. Rezanov and Concha sat on the
railing, and the man stared over his cup
at the girl with the roses touching her
cheek and ruff1ing her hair
DO you like chocolate, senor?' asked
CoLcha, who was not in the intellectual
mood of yesterday. Il made 1t myself
/ and my poor Rosa"
ut is the most delectable foam 1 have
ever tasted. 1 am interested to know that
1t has the solid foundation of a name.
Wnat Is the matter with your ROSA.
"She is an unfortunate. Her lover killed
his wife, and 1t Is said that she is not In
nocent herself. The lover serves In chains
for eight years, and she is with us that we
may make her repent and keep her from
further sin. She Is very unhappy and will
marry the man when his punishment is
over. 1 am very sorry for her
Fancy you living close to woman like
that! l find II detestable.
"Why--7if l can do her good-and make
her happy. sometimes?"
Does she ever talk about her life-before
she came here?'
"Oh. no; she is far too sad. Once only,
when told her would pray for her In the
mission. she asked me to burn candle
that her lover might serve his sentence
more quickly and come out and marry her.
VIII you light one for her today, senor?"
with the greatest pleasure; If you really
want your maid to marry man who no
doubt will murder her for the sake of
some other woman"
oh surely not. He loves her. I know
that many men love more than once, but
when they are punished like that they must
remember"
rs it true that you only sixteen? Is
that an impertinent question? 1 cannot
help it. Those years are so few. and so
much wisdom has gone into that little
head" !
sixteen Is quite old" Concha drew her
self up with an air Of offended dignity.
ELENA Castro, who lives on the other side,
is but eighteen, and she has three little
ones The Virgin brought them in the
night and left them in the big rosebush
you see before the door-one at time, of
course Only the old nurse knew; the
Virgin whispered it while she was saying
a prayer for Elena: and early in the morn
ing she came and found the dear little
baby and put it in Elena's arms. I am
the godmother of the frst-Conchitita. In
Santa Barbara where we lived for some
years, Anita Amanda Garlic, the friend of
Ana Paula is married, although she is but
twelve and sits on the floor all day and
v,Ia x1,ifh hnr 10 hn
night to the Virgin to bring her real
ha hx hut she Is not old enough to take