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Updated: June 27, 2025
"Oh, there was Felix Narveo and Father Josef and Little Blue Flower" A shadow flitted across my cousin's face for a moment, leaving it sunny as ever again. "And there was that black-eyed Marcos boy everywhere, and Ferdinand Ramero whom we were warned to step wide of," I went on. "Oh, that tall thin man with blue-glass eyes that cut your fingers when he looked at you.
I was still a very little girl when she fell sick and they took me away from her. I never knew when she died nor where she was buried. Ferdinand Ramero had charge of her property. He controlled everything after she went away, and I have always lived in fear of his word. I am helpless when he commands, for he has a strange power over minds; and as to Marcos you know what a little cat I was.
Maybe it was to help me a little that you came here to-night." Her hands were gripped tightly and her mouth was firm-set in an effort to be brave. "Why, Eloise, I'd never let Marcos Ramero, nor anybody else, make you one little heart-throb afraid. If you will only let me help you, I wouldn't call it trouble; I'd call it by another name." The longing to say more made me pause there.
"Will they put Beverly to death?" I asked. "I cannot tell, but see how long the arm of hate can be, my son Santan, the Apache, has been informed of Beverly's coming by Marcos Ramero, gambler and debauchee. And Marcos got it in some way from Charlie Bent, a Cheyenne half-breed, son of old Colonel Bent, a fine old gentleman. Maybe you knew young Bent?"
The sweetness of that gentle voice I hear sometimes to-day in the low notes of song-birds, and the gentle swish of refreshing summer showers. Ferdinand Ramero lifted his cold blue eyes and looked at the man bending over him. "Leave me here forgotten " "Not of God. His Mercy endureth forever," Jondo replied. But there was no repentance, no softening of the hard, imperious heart.
"Would Father Josef be party to such a transaction?" I asked, angrily. "Ramero thinks so, but he is mistaken," Jondo replied. "What makes you think he won't be?" I insisted. "Because I knew Father Josef before he became a priest, and why he took the vows," Jondo declared.
Half turning her face toward us, she continued in a clear, soft voice: "That man they call Ramero down in Santy Fee I knowed him when he was just Fred Ramer back in the rice-fields country. His father, old man Ramer, tried to kill me once, 'cause he said I knowed too much. I helped him into kingdom come right then and saved a lot of misery.
"I have waited a long time for you to repent. You can go to the courts, but you will not do it. For the sake of your wife, Gloria Ramero, and Felix Narveo, her brother, we do not move against you, and you dare not move for yourself, because your own record will not bear the light of legal investigation."
Not until here you name each thing that you count against me, and I have met them point by point, will I restore. I never will repent!" In the vehemence of anger, Ramero was the embodiment of the dramatic force of unrestraint, and withal he was handsome, with a controlling magnetism even in his hour of downfall.
We sat down on a low seat inside of the doorway, and Father Josef passed up the aisle to the altar, leaving us there alone. "Eloise, Marcos Ramero is your friend, and I beg your pardon for speaking of him as I did." I resented with all my soul the thought of this girl caring for the son of the man who in some infamous way had wronged Jondo, but I had no right to be rude about him.
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