The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-10-21

for his scalp, but he was forced to
acquit her; for not only did she show
no provocative favor to another, but
she seemed to have gained in dignity
and pride since his arrival actually to
have kissed her hand in farewell to the
ch1ldhood he had been SO slow in divin-s
ing. grown-he felt rather. than anal
yzed-above the pettiness Of coquetry.
Once more she had stirred: the: dormant
ideals OF his early manhood; there were
moments when she foated before his
inner vision as the embodiment Of the
worlds beauty. H. Nor ever had there
been woman born more deliberately
equipped for the position of a public
man s mate; nor moro ingenerate, per-
haps, with the power to turn earth into
I heaven.
He had wondered humorously if he
were fallen in love, but altho he re-
tanned little faith in the activities Of
the heart after youth, he was begin
ming seriously to consider the expedi-
ence of marrying Concha Arguello. He
had not intended to marry again, and
it was this old and passionate love Of
personal freedom that alone held him
back, for nothing would be 50 advan-
tageous to- the Russian colonies in their
lance with California. Concha Arguel-
10 was the famous daughter of it's first
subject, and with the powerful friends
she would bring to her husband, the
consummation of ends dearer to his
heart than aught on earth would be a
matter Of months instead of years. And
ne thrilled with pride as he thought
OF Concha in st. Petersburg. Two
years OF court life and she would be
That he could win her he believed, and
1 without undue vanity. He had much
to- offer an ambitious clever girl con.
scious of her superiority to the men of
this province Of Spain, and chafing at
the prospect Of lifetime in a bounti-
full desert. His only hesitation lay in
his own doubt if she were worth the
loss Of his freedom. and, all that word
involved to a man Of his position and
adventurous spirit. ,....~.,-...
He shrugged his shoulders at this
his ill-humor, and reverted willingly tc
theme that alone had given him sat
lsfactlon during the past few days
At the same time he made motion
as if finging aside an old burden.
III is time for such nonsense tt
end, he thought contemptuously
land in truth these three years hav,
wrought such changes in me I doub
l. ! should have patience for an hour O.
~. Wy ~ ling. IVY SIcdCeSI uCeu Iron
this time on, I fancy, is work. I coule
never be idle month again. And whe1
q man is in love with work-and pow
er-and has passed 4O-does he want
constant companion? That is the point
At my time of life power exercise
the most irresistible and lasting of al
, f1:asc9lnations. A man that wins it ha
,, little left for woman.''
| He had reached the summit of tn
rocky outpost, the highest of the hill
Il where the peninsula turned abrupt
to the south, and, scrupulously refrain
ling, from a downward glance at tn
battery Of Yerba Buena,, stood lookin
out ever the bay to the eastern noun
tains; dark, almost formless, wrappe
7 in the intense and menacing myster
Of that last hour before. dawn.
. "Senor,' called low cautious voice
3 Rezanov stepped hastily back fro1
i the point of the bluff and glanced abou
:. in wonder, his pulses suddenly asti
i But he could see no one.
: "Senor.' ,1(EY. 80.
! This time the direction was unmi
f taxable, and he went to,the edge of tn
: plateau facing the south and locke
0 over. Halfway down a shallow an
f almost perpendicular gully, he saw
!; girl forcing mustang up the HAIRS