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The inhabitants of the city, who had hastened to do honor to the great Rabbi, earnestly urged the offended man to grant pardon, and finally he declared himself appeased, provided the Rabbi promised never again to commit the same wrong. The rigor practiced by Elijah toward his friends caused one of them, the Tanna Rabbi Jose, to accuse him of being passionate and irascible.
I heard the steward begging piteously not to be locked up again; for although the fellow had probably not understood a single word of what Jose had said, he had sense enough to know that the two ruffians before him had scuttled the ship, and that if locked up in his pantry again he would probably drown there, like a rat in a trap.
It was quite clear to me that Antonio wanted to speak to me apart. But I did not care to rouse Don Jose's suspicions, and being as we were, I thought far the wisest course for me was to appear absolutely confident. I therefore told Antonio that I knew nothing on earth about horses, and that I was desperately sleepy. Don Jose followed him to the stable, and soon returned alone.
Keziah, after more expostulation, went back to the parsonage, where the puddings were made and seasoned with tears and fervent prayers. She wrote to Grace and told her the news of the San Jose, but she said nothing of the minister's part in it. "Poor thing!" sighed Keziah, "she's bearin' enough already.
"I do not want your jewelry, José," she declared. He caught her suddenly by the wrist. "Perhaps this is what you want," he cried, as he stooped down to kiss her. She swung her right hand round and struck him on the face. He staggered back for a moment. There was a red flush which showed through the tan of his cheek.
Why did Rosa steal here alone and sob in my mother's arms as if her heart would break?" "The little maid has heard bad news," he answered quietly, "though how I do not know." "And as she had no mother, she came to mine for comfort," I said. "It was a happy thought: mother will make her forget her trouble." José stopped, and looked searchingly in my face. "Poor boy!" he said.
And so the evening meal progressed to its conclusion. Later still Father José and his two visitors foregathered in the hospitable living-room, and, for the time at least, Ailsa Mowbray gave no further thought to her disquiet, or to the appeal Murray had made to her.
Now, as he came up the darkening gulch, and crunched his way across the rock-pile before the tunnel entrance, he saw the cheerful blaze of a fire in the Mexican's quarters and stopped to question him. "Señor you!" "Yes, José," and Westcott dropped on to a bench. "Anything wrong? You seem nervous." "No, señor. I expected you not to-night; there was a man there by the big tree at sunset."
It seemed a long way off at first, but gradually came nearer and nearer, tuneful and clear as the song of a bobolink. "Saint Harry, by all the saints or devils!" cried José with a burst of his shrill laughter. "Ah, Francisco, the devil is a shrewd fellow; when he can't manage a job himself, he always gets a woman to help him."
Lounging one afternoon along the Alameda, a leafy avenue set out by the early Mission Fathers between the village of San Jose and the convent of Santa Clara, he saw a double file of young girls from the convent approaching, on their usual promenade.
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