the
gate she did not see me, though she came very near, near enough to have
touched me.

I felt a chill pass over me as I looked at the beautiful creature; there
was something so unnatural, so weird about her actions, that I felt as
if I were gazing upon a being from another world. Her eyes were brighter
than ever before, but in them was no sight for what was near her; they
seemed fixed upon objects far away. I could not speak, for when I tried
to utter her name my voice refused to come, so I turned and went
sorrowful and puzzled back to my home.

The suspense I endured was almost unbearable. By the afternoon I went
again to the Madre's house, and with strange forebodings knocked at the
door, which was answered by Ysidria; she seemed to be completely
recovered from her late mysterious attack, nor did she allude to
anything having occurred during the morning out of the usual course,
excepting that she twitted me for not keeping my engagement with her.
She laughed as she took her reboso from the table, saying that she was
out of patience, and that I must take the walk with her as punishment.

I, of course said nothing of my morning visit, or what I had witnessed,
but it troubled me greatly all the afternoon.

We walked and talked, and now my good friends thank me for not reporting
that conversation; it was fascinating, and even now I think there were
glintings of common sense in it, but really not enough to warrant the
extra type setting, (for which my publishers charge outrageously),
required to give it. It was the same sort of thing you talked last
summer with Guadaloupe at Catalina Island, Morris, and the same you
talked with Vinnie in the Sierras, George, and the same you talked with
all the girls in the States last year, Dickey. You don't want to hear it
again, and I must cut expenses somewhere.

It is enough to say, that though nothing was said, both Ysidria and I
knew that we loved, and we knew whom. When we reached Madre Moreno's
house, she came out and invited me to supper; there was a smile, a
disagreeable, malicious smile on her face as she spoke, and not caring
to alloy the pleasure of my afternoon with Ysidria by enduring the
Madre's company, I refused, and walked over to my house.

VI.

"Vengeance is mine and I will repay;" such was the text of Padre
Arguello's discourse that hot October day, before his little
congregation in Bolinas. The good father became as fervid as the day,
and mopped