a convert of the mission-第4章

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a　returning　and　forgiving　sense　of　her　childishness。



〃Es…stefen？　　Ah；　ESTEBAN！　　Yes；　Don　Esteban！　　BUENO！　　Then；　Don

Esteban；　what　for　you　sink　so　melank…olly　one　night；　and　one　night

so　fierce？　　The　melank…olly；　he　ees　not　so　bad；　but　the　fierceah！

he　is　weeked！　　Ess　it　how　the　Americano　make　always　his　serenade？〃



Masterton's　brow　again　darkened。　　And　his　hymn　of　exultation　had

been　mistaken　by　these　peopleby　thisthis　wanton　child！



〃It　was　no　serenade；〃　he　replied；　curtly；　〃it　was　in　the　praise　of

the　Lord！〃



〃Of　how　mooch？〃



〃Of　the　Lord　of　Hostsof　the　Almighty　in　Heaven。〃　　He　lifted　his

long　arms　reverently　on　high。



〃Oh！〃　she　said；　with　a　frightened　look；　slightly　edging　away　from

the　wall。　　At　a　secure　distance　she　stopped。　　〃Then　you　are　a

soldier；　Don　Esteban？〃



〃No！〃



〃Then　what　for　you　sink　'I　am　a　soldier　of　the　Lord；'　and　you　will

make　die　'in　His　army'？　　Oh；　yes；　you　have　said。〃　　She　gathered　up

her　guitar　tightly　under　her　arm；　shook　her　small　finger　at　him

gravely；　and　said；　〃You　are　a　hoombog；　Don　Esteban；　good　a'　night；〃

and　began　to　glide　away。



〃One　moment；　MissMiss　Ramirez；〃　called　Masterton。　　〃Ithat　is

youyou　haveforgotten　your　rose；〃　he　added；　feebly；　holding　up

the　flower。　　She　halted。



〃Ah；　yes；　he　have　drop；　you　have　pick　him　up；　he　is　yours。　　I　have

drop；　you　have　pick　ME　up；　but　I　am　NOT　yours。　　Good　a'　night；

COMANDANTE　Don　Esteban！〃



With　a　light　laugh　she　ran　along　beside　the　wall　for　a　little

distance；　suddenly　leaped　up　and　disappeared　in　one　of　the　largest

gaps　in　its　ruined　and　helpless　structure。　　Stephen　Masterton　gazed

after　her　stupidly；　still　holding　the　rose　in　his　hand。　　Then　he

threw　it　away　and　re…entered　his　home。



Lighting　his　candle；　he　undressed　himself；　prayed　ferventlyso

fervently　that　all　remembrance　of　the　idle；　foolish　incident　was

wiped　from　his　mind；　and　went　to　bed。　　He　slept　well　and

dreamlessly。　　The　next　morning；　when　his　thoughts　recurred　to　the

previous　night；　this　seemed　to　him　a　token　that　he　had　not　deviated

from　his　spiritual　integrity；　it　did　not　occur　to　him　that　the

thought　itself　was　a　tacit　suspicion。



So　his　feet　quite　easily　sought　the　garden　again　in　the　early

sunshine；　even　to　the　wall　where　she　had　stood。　　But　he　had　not

taken　into　account　the　vivifying　freshness　of　the　morning；　the

renewed　promise　of　life　and　resurrection　in　the　pulsing　air　and

potent　sunlight；　and　as　he　stood　there　he　seemed　to　see　the　figure

of　the　young　girl　again　leaning　against　the　wall　in　all　the　charm

of　her　irrepressible　and　innocent　youth。　　More　than　that；　he　found

the　whole　scene　re…enacting　itself　before　him；　the　nebulous　drapery

half　hidden　in　the　foliage；　the　cry　and　the　fall；　the　momentary

soft　contact　of　the　girl's　figure　against　his　own；　the　clinging

arms　around　his　neck；　the　brush　and　fragrance　of　her　flouncesall

this　came　back　to　him　with　a　strength　he　had　NOT　felt　when　it

occurred。



He　was　turning　hurriedly　away　when　his　eyes　fell　upon　the　yellow

rose　still　lying　in　the　debris　where　he　had　thrown　itbut　still

pure；　fresh；　and　unfaded。　　He　picked　it　up　again；　with　a　singular

fancy　that　it　was　the　girl　herself；　and　carried　it　into　the　house。



As　he　placed　it　half　shyly　in　a　glass　on　his　table　a　wonderful

thought　occurred　to　him。　　Was　not　the　episode　of　last　night　a

special　providence？　　Was　not　that　young　girl；　wayward　and

childlike；　a　mere　neophyte　in　her　idolatrous　religion；　as　yet

unsteeped　in　sloth　and　ignorance；　presented　to　him　as　a　brand　to　be

snatched　from　the　burning？　　Was　not　this　the　opportunity　of

conversion　he　had　longed　forthis　the　chance　of　exercising　his

gifts　of　exhortation　that　he　had　been　hiding　in　the　napkin　of

solitude　and　seclusion？　　Nay；　was　not　all　this　PREDESTINED？　　His

illness；　his　consequent　exile　to　this　land　of　false　godsthis

contiguity　to　the　Missionwas　not　all　this　part　of　a　supremely

ordered　plan　for　the　girl's　salvationand　was　HE　not　elected　and

ordained　for　that　service？　　Nay；　more；　was　not　the　girl　herself　a

mere　unconscious　instrument　in　the　hands　of　a　higher　power；　was　not

her　voluntary　attempt　to　accompany　him　in　his　devotional　exercise　a

vague　stirring　of　that　predestined　force　within　her？　　Was　not　even

that　wantonness　and　frivolity　contrasted　with　her　childishness

which　he　had　at　first　misunderstoodthe　stirrings　of　the　flesh　and

the　spirit；　and　was　he　to　abandon　her　in　that　struggle　of　good　and

evil？



He　lifted　his　bowed　head；　that　had　been　resting　on　his　arm　before

the　little　flower　on　the　tableas　if　it　were　a　shrinewith　a

flash　of　resolve　in　his　blue　eyes。　　The　wrinkled　Concepcion　coming

to　her　duties　in　the　morning　scarcely　recognized　her　gloomily

abstracted　master　in　this　transfigured　man。　　He　looked　ten　years

younger。



She　met　his　greeting；　and　the　few　direct　inquiries　that　his　new

resolve　enabled　him　to　make　more　freely；　with　some　information

which　a　later　talk　with　the　shopkeeper；　who　had　a　fuller　English

vocabulary；　confirmed　in　detail。



〃YES！　truly　this　was　a　niece　of　the　Mission　gardener；　who　lived

with　her　uncle　in　the　ruined　wing　of　the　presidio。　　She　had　taken

her　first　communion　four　years　ago。　　Ah；　yes；　she　was　a　great

musician；　and　could　play　on　the　organ。　　And　the　guitar；　ah；　yesof

a　certainty。　　She　was　gay；　and　flirted　with　the　caballeros；　young

and　old；　but　she　cared　not　for　any。〃



Whatever　satisfaction　this　latter　statement　gave　Masterton；　he

believed　it　was　because　the　absence　of　any　disturbing　worldly

affection　would　make　her　an　easier　convert。



But　how　continue　this　chance　acquaintance　and　effect　her

conversion？　　For　the　first　time　Masterton　realized　the　value　of

expediency；　while　his　whole　nature　impelled　him　to　seek　her　society

frankly　and　publicly　and　exhort　her　openly；　he　knew　that　this　was

impossible；　still　more；　he　remembered　her　unmistakable　fright　at

his　first　expression　of　faith；　he　must　〃be　wise　as　the　serpent　and

harmless　as　the　dove。〃　　He　must　work　upon　her　soul　alone；　and

secretly。　　He；　who　would　have　shrunk　from　any　clandestine

association　with　a　girl　from　mere　human　affection；　saw　no　wrong　in

a　covert　intimacy　for　the　purpose　of　religious　salvation。　　Ignorant

as　he　was　of　the　ways　of　the　world；　and　inexperienced　in　the　usages

of　society；　he　began　to　plan　methods　of　secretly　meeting　her　with

all　the　intrigue　of　a　gallant。　　The　perspicacity　as　well　as　the

intuition　of　a　true　lover　had　descended　upon　him　in　this　effort　of

mere　spiritual　conquest。



Armed　with　his　information　and　a　few　Spanish　words；　he　took　the

yellow　Concepcion　aside　and　gravely　suborned　her　to　carry　a　note　to

be　delivered　secretly　to　Miss　Ramirez。　　To　his　great　relief　and

some　surprise　the　old　woman　grinned　with　intelligence；　and　her

withered　hand　closed　with　a　certain　familiar　dexterity　over　the

epistle　and　the　accompanying　gratuity。　　To　a　man　less　naively　one…

ideaed　it　might　have　awakened　some　suspicion；　but　to　the　more

sanguine　hopefulness　of　Masterton　it　only　suggested　the　fancy　that

Concepcion　herself　might　prove　to　be　open　to　conversion；　and　that

he　should　in　due　season　attempt　HER　salvation　also。　　But　that　would

be　later。　　For　Concepcion　was　always　with　him　and　accessible；　the

girl　was　not。



The　note；　which　had　cost　him　some　labor　of　composition；　simple　and

almost　businesslike　as　was　the　result；　ran　as　follows：



〃I　wish　to　see　you　upon　some　matter　of　grave　concern　to　yourself。

Will　you　oblige　me　by　coming　again　to　the　wall　of　the　Mission

tonight　at　early　candlelight？　　It　would　avert　worldly　suspicion　if

you　brought　also　your　guitar。〃



The　afternoon　dragged　slowly　on；　Concepcion　returned；　she　had；　with

great　difficulty；　managed　to　see　the　senorita；　but　not　alone；　she

had；　however；　slipped　the　note　into　her　hand；　not　daring　to　wait

for　an　answer。



In　his　first　hopefulness　Masterton　did　not　doubt　what　the　answer

would　be；　but　as　evening　approached　he　grew　concerned