Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-05-26

crucifx which used to with the procession of the
now" said she. When Philip II. was going to be
married to his BRIDE not fourteen, a great show
IN honor OF the marriage was burning of hereticS
here in the market place of Toledo; shouldn't
have cared much to see royal wedding then |
don't even like to look at that crucifx, it gives me
such thoughts. But see, aren't those carved stone
galleries where Ferdinand and Isabel used to hear
mass, like two great chased silver goblets? 1 hope
the King and Queen never sat there watching the
poor wretches bound before marching off to the
market place to die; but I'm sure Isabel wouldn't
She was so sweet, she must often have wished she
hadn't made that awful promise to Torquemada :"
You Catholic yet you say that!' 1 exclaimed
DICK was near, listening with concealed eagerness
oh, yes, 1 am Catholic" said she; but" half
whispering, Spaniards, even the most ardent Cath
thrust on them and suppose in those brutal DAYS
it was horrible excitement to see the burnings
1t is natural to us Latins to have excitement; and
after years of such dreadful had in those
fghts?"
Then you don't think Protestants deserve
burning?" asked Dick.
How can you ask such question:"
But you couldn't make real friend of one
suppose o1Ler-let yourself care about one much?s
Supposing you Couldn't"
Then I'd have to like him-or her-in spite &C
all And he-or she-would have to leave my
religion alone But I'm tired of solemn things: and
brother Cristoval is dying to buy metal work
don't think that Dick knew whether he had been
encouraged or not And he must have remembered
eligible of Catholics. Poor Dick! Perhaps he was
beginning to realize how much easier it is to advise
another to be sensible than to be sensible yourself
Pillar had been right in her sur1nises as to the
workings of Carmona S mind. When we came to the
show room of the Fabrica de Espadas, where the
dusk was shot with a thousand CLEANS and gltters
in vain till now The Duchess, yellow with fatigue
was resting her stout person on bench in the long.
low room, Lady Vale Avon beside her, looking tired
and bored. But Carmona at the glass covered
counter, begging Monca's advice in the selection of
his purchases.
His back was toward us as we entered, and,
unnot1ced by him, we him hold up to the light
small sharp dagger, with handle beautifully
ornamented. He was indicating with his finger for
Monica's benefit the delicate tracery upon gold,
when warned by lack of attention and wandering
gances on the part of his companion, he turned in
direction. Then, hastily laying down the dagger
he pushed it away as though resenting the intrusion
of eyes.
After ALL we went to the Cave of Hercules" said
Monica, and to the house where the Moorish mobiles
were supposed to be murdered; SO we missed you
when we got to the cathedral. Senorita O'Donnel
do come and help me choose presents for girls
at home, in England" She spoke brightly yet
wistfully if Wondering whether she would be
allowed to go back to those girls, girl herself and
able to call England home.
Pillar crossed to her at once and Dick and fol-
lowed The good Cherub tactfully engaged the
attention of the Duchess and Lady Vale Avon,
looking SO innocent that it was more than they
could do to be rude to him. And while the Duke
sulked, picked out wonderful knives and forks
for Our luncheon hampers, and thin sword sticks of
leather which initiated bamboo and concealed blades
so flexible that they could be rolled up like watch
springs.
Lets all buy presents for each other in memory
of the day suggested Dick; and began by offering
Pillar pair of splendid hat pins. She retaliated
with sleeve links; so, embolGened by this prelude,
l begged Monica to accept brooch shaped like
shield. NOW 1 shall never lack protection" said
she with gentle emphasis: and it was we'll for me
that the Cherub was showing Lady Vale Avon some