small bequests was a silver mark to a poor Jew who
had done him service, who lived at the gate of the Ghetto in Lisbon. He
gave to many, and closed his will and signed it with his signet letters
and below these, EL ALMIRANTE.

After this there came a second leap of the flame. Queen Juana was with
her husband, King Phillip, in Laredo,--Queen of Castile as had been the
good Queen her mother. The Admiral, utterly revering the Queen who was
gone, wrote to the daughter Queen a stately letter of high comfort and
offer and promise of service. He would have the Adelantado, no less a
man, bear this to Laredo. Don Bartholomew spoke aside to Juan Lepe. "If
I do as he wished, I do not know if I will see him again."

"I do not know," I answered. "But his heart is set on..."

"Then I will go," he said. "And many's the time I have thought, 'I shall
never see him again', and still we met."

For several days after this I thought that after all he might recover.
Perhaps even sail again on earthly discoveries. Then, in a night, came
the unmistakable stroke upon the door.

He sank, and knew now that he was putting off the body. Fray Juan Perez
stayed beside him. His sons and his brother Diego waited with reddened
eyes. It was full May, and the bland wind strayed in and out of window
and fluttered his many papers upon the great table. It was toward
evening of Ascension Day. His son Fernando threw himself on the bed,
weeping. The Admiral's great hand fell upon the youth's head. He looked
to the window and said clearly, "A light--yonder is a light!" and after
a moment, "_In manus tuas Domine coinmendo spiritum meum_."

The sea by Palos and June in Andalusia. Juan Lepe, staying at La Rabida,
walked along the sands and saw Life like a mighty, breathing picture. He
stood by the sea and the ripples broke at his feet, and he felt and knew
the Master of Life, there where feeling and knowing pass into Being.

He walked a mile beside Ocean-Sea, then sat down beneath ridged
sand with the wind singing over. It sang, _Where now, Jayme de
Marchena--where now--where now_?

I sat still. Spain rose behind me, Spain and Europe. Before me, out of
sea, lifted the New Lands. There fell a moment of great calm and quiet.
Then, fleeting, like a spirit, passed before me the Indian Guarin who
had saved me after La Navidad. I saw his dark eyes, then he went. Still
space without color or line or form, and outside, dreamily, dreamily,
the ocean sounding belo