The San Francisco call., 1909-06-27


who had still the remnants of great
beauty and was of noble caste. what
his errand had been and that he had
been sent for and that he wished to take
Mona with him as his wife The par
ents. who had smiled on the suit, and
knowing Mona S happiness lay in the
smile of the handsome cavalier, and
fearing to bring suspicion into their
heads, consented Don Artega returned
10 his home. taking with him his wild
Rose" as he lovingly called her.
A year passed in the gulch. Life
buzzed on, but all sunshine seemed 10
be gone, and sometimes the call to their
daughter and TO their old home land
was almost more than this aging couple
could stand Finally one day a letter
came from Donna Artega. saying that
she was to be presented a the Spanish
court With what delight she pictured
her preparations. little dreaming of the
sad ending! Then a long silence.
In Madrid, upon the presentation of
Donna Artega a great stir was made
in the court. Manuel Vasquez. one
of the oldest ministers in the service.
saw striking resemblance between
the beautiful woman and the faithful
sweetheart that had gone with Pedro
Darano. Donna Artega was unaware
of any wrongdoing on the part of her
father, and did not understand what 1T
all meant, not knowing that Philip
Castro. as her father was known in
Monterey. and Pedro Darando were one
and the same.
GIRL STows AWAY
Inquiries were made, and upon learn
ing the truth Artega and others were
told to return to America and TO bring
the old man TO Spain. With only a
suspicion OF the trouble ahead, but
knowing that her parents were in some
danger, the loving daughter slowed
away on the first steamer outbound to
her former home to warn them. When
discovered, disguised as a poor girl,
she paid low rates and was given ac-
commodations below deck, where she
remained during most of the trip, keep
ing out OF sight of the other passen-
gers. among whom were her husband
and the deputies
Upon reaching Monterey she hastened
along in search. OF a horse and soon
clattered out of town over the familiar
road through the woods to the little
mill. The JOY of her reception was soon
turned to alarm when she told the i'm
port of her errand, and preparations
were commenced for a hurried flight
Before long. however, down the road
came several horsemen, and it was too
late to escape.
The old miller. ready with his gun.
swore he would never be taken back to
Spain TO languish in prison nor would
he allow his old wife to be taken from
him. Turning 10 his daughter. he told
her she should never return to the man
who had betrayed him. Then he shot
wife and child and just as the men
dismounted at the doorstep fred a ball
into his own heart
It is said that upon the aeonized criae
of the heart broken Artega. who had
hidden farewell 10 his bride in Spain the
tree tops withered and that where the
blood of the beautiful Mona was
spilled the wild roses are richer in per
fume and coloring and never die. Moth
ing now remains of the old mill. but the
little ravine viii always be known as
Sawmill gulch
SAND HILLS LIKE SNOW
Suddenly. after leaving the gulch. the
road curves sharply to the right and
we shoot out into clear, open space.
leaving behind US for a little while the
pine forest. On one side of the road a
short distance away could be seen
what looked like hills OF snow Daz-
zlingly white. they stand out in bold
relief against the dark green back
ground of the pines Upon examination
this sand was found to be exceedingly
fine. and we were told by man who
were busily sacking it that it was sent
TO the cities and used in the niani,fac-
ture of glass. As the road led out be-
yond these hills we had our first
glimpse of the mighty Pacific
For miles its restless waves rush in
10 throw themselves in reckless aban-
don on the breast of the beach, as a
lover on the heart of his loved one