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even there the cries of the girls came to him through an open windowa wailing chorus of tragedy.then an old indian untied the ropes of the belfry, and the toll of death sounded along the valley.but it seemed very far away.he stared at the halfpagan decorations of the old stoneworknever the cross of christ anywhere on themand sat so still that two linnets lit almost at his feet and were not afraid.i wondered why i should stray back to this little corner of the world, he said at last, and nownow i reckon im finding out.god! i feel like a bad dream.and my hands tied! he paced back and forth on the old altarplace, until the mad clatter of hoofs coming from the sea cut across the tolling of the bells and told him the lost bridegroomthe man she said she loved and would never forgethad been found.he swore softly as he crossed the plaza to the veranda of juan alvara.the old man, rolling his first cigarro of the day, was sitting there on the bench in the early sunlight.don juan, he said, holding out his hand, i ride to catch up with the officers and go with them into the indian country, and i may not see san juan again for a long time.your home has always been a pleasant place, and i thank you for many courtesies.the old man shook his hand gravely.adios! you come back to san juanno? perhaps not, said bryton.if there is anything i can do for you in los angeles thanks, señor; there is nothing.my daughters go there in a week with the wedding party.for whom think you old tomás tolls the bell? when informed, he stared vaguely at the americano.alvara was growing old.teresa had warned them all that no one should tell him until his breakfast was over and he had had his smoke.luisa! the doña luisa! dead, you say?before the weddingday? no, señor, pardon, but you have not understood.i know luisa arteaga when she is still a little girland always.she not dying before she have marry the boy like she want.still, his hand trembled as he reached for his cane.across the plaza indians and mexicans were moving toward the mission.it was early for san juan to be astir in the street.old matia, who had been nurse to miguel and rafael, went past, not seeing the two men for the tears in her eyes.yesafter all, there was troublebut doña luisa! in his perturbation he turned, and again held out his hand.adios, señor, he repeated; but you coming back for sure.to san juan all people coming back some time.you go with the horses across the deserts? yes, i am going across the deserts.adios! [music: _el corazon_.] yo te he de amar, te he de amar hasta muerte, y si pudiera yo te a maria despues.chapter vii he had crossed the ranges twice and returned, but the city of the angels had lost its old witchery.the rosetinted dawns, and the amethystine dusks were beautiful as ever, but to banish the memories he had once dreamed over there, he galloped alone to the harbor called the hell of california, and lay all one day on the beach, and stared moodily at the waves whipping the yellow sands of san pedro.to the south there, far beyond the prosaic stretch of grazinglands bordered by the sea, beyond all the tame levels where the water was green or yellow in the shallows, beyond all the jutting points, veiled in the miles of mists, he could follow in his mind each curve, until the one valley of beauty would gleam like a green jewel seen from the cliffs of san juan.and at the foot of those cliffs there were no flat stretches of color such as make weary the eye; the water there held all the shimmering, bewitching, iridescence of a peacocks feathers,the gold and purple, the greens and the blues ever changing,the strange touch of pink making it all glorious in certain glints of the sunlight; and at the edge of it all, the fringe of foama string of pearls shattered on the brown cliffs or sandy beach, and gathered up to be dashed again and again and againthe endless garniture of old oceans robe.never on any other shore had mere waves, running to the sand, the same witchery.alvara had said that all men came back some day to san juan.what witchery was it by which its mesa and its valley and its wonderful shore were forever set apart from other shores of california? some mystery of life brooded there from sea to mountain, suggesting so much which was left for poor humanity to solve; it was only a whispered suggestion, dim and delightful, as the music of the waves heard from the mission plaza, or as dreamy as the high film of fog, drifting high up and tempering the suns rays until they fell softly as a benediction on the valley between blue sea and blue summit.[illustration: never on any other shore] his own life stretched before him like the brown levels and yellow flatness of san pedro; and there to the south, miles across the ranges, was the heart of the dreamland he must not enter: another man had that claim under fence.he gave voice to some selfcondemnation of a sort reserved for men who go _loco_ over a woman who forgets, and after hours of brooding there alone by the shore, arrived at only one decisionthe california of the south ranges was no longer his own.all the width of it was now narrowed to one little valley, where the poppies flamed over forgotten graves and adobe walls, and the doves circled above a ruined chancel.he rode into town, where some kind friends mentioned that don rafael arteaga and his bride were being _fêted_ by the leading spanish families of los angeles, and he was invited to a dinner in their honor a week hence.i go to mexicoi start today, he answered, briefly.ten minutes before, he had not thought of it.to mexico? you cover ground fast these days, don keith.on the new road of iron they mean to make, you could not go so much faster than on the horses you ride; you have the good american luck in the pick of them.yes, the good american luck! said keith bryton, with a touch of bitterness.may your saints send you a better! a man who stood near, and who much desired the invitation bryton had refused, shrugged his shoulders as the americano mounted his horse and rode away.what better luck could a man have, than a chance to meet doña raquel estevan de arteaga? he queried of any who might care to answer.the bishop himself shows her honor, and they say she is working for the church against downing, the englishman, who holds the mission lands under picos sale

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