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Updated: September 11, 2025
Worth's natural disposition to disoblige the lawyer could be depended on to keep from Cummings whatever information he wanted before giving us his own news. "What you got, Cummings?" I prompted again, impatiently. "Come through." His eyes never shifted an instant from Worth Gilbert's face. "A telegram from Santa Ysobel," he said slowly. Worth shrugged and half turned away.
"Miss Muircarrie does not feel it " "Please say 'Ysobel'!" I broke in. "Please do." He went on as quietly as if he had not even paused: "Ysobel told me the first night we met that it seemed as if she could not believe in it." "It never seems real to me at all," I said.
I had sent Worth almost daily reports in care of my office, not wanting them to lie around at Santa Ysobel during the confusion of the funeral and all; but even before I went to Ensenada, telegrams from Roberts had informed me that these reports could not be delivered as Worth had not been at the office, and telephone messages to Santa Ysobel and the Palace Hotel had failed to locate him.
The ballroom of the country club at Santa Ysobel is big and finely proportioned. I don't know if anything of the sort could have registered with me at the moment, but I remembered afterward my impression of the great hall fairly walled and roofed with fruit blossoms, and the gorgeousness of hundreds of costumes. The mere presence of potential funds raises the importance of an event.
You're so clear headed about everything else don't you see that that would be impossible?" Then I drove back to my office, to find lying on my desk a telegram from the young man, dated at Los Angeles, requesting me to meet him at Santa Ysobel the following evening!
There seemed no human reason that I should feel it a treachery to have Worth in jail at San Jose, and be able to walk into his house at Santa Ysobel a free man. The place was empty; Chung had the day off, of course. It was possible Worth's cook, even, didn't know what had happened to his employer. Santa Ysobel had no morning paper.
It was not color it was not even a shadow of a motion. It was something else. If I had spoken what I felt, they would have said I was light-headed with grief and have sent me away. I have never told man or woman. It was my secret and hers. I can tell you, Ysobel. The change I saw was as if she was beginning to listen to something to listen. "It was as if to a sound far, far away at first.
At the Vandeman place Skeet's truck was out in front, piled with folding chairs, frames, light lumber, and a lot of decorative stuff. The tall Chinaman came from the house with another load. "You Barbie Wallace!" the flapper howled. "Aren't you ashamed to be walking off with Worth and Mr. Boyne both, and good men scarce as hen's teeth in Santa Ysobel to-day!"
"Ysobel, my bairn, what I knew was that he had not gone far from the body that had held him when he fell. Perhaps he had felt lost for a bit when he found himself out of it. But soon he had begun to call to her that was like his own heart to him. And she had heard.
When we drew our three chairs in a little group together and looked out on it all, I felt as if we were almost in heaven. "Yes! yes!" Hector said, looking slowly round; "it is all here." "Yes," his mother added, in her lovely, lovely voice. "It is what made you Ysobel." It was so angelic of them to feel it all in that deep, quiet way, and to think that it was part of me and I a part of it.
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