The weather alternated between blinding sand-storms
and brilliantsunlight. Yes,he said slowly, that rock will do very well.
Sunbeams played on the white, rounded walls
andtwinkled on the glass and silver of the sideboard. Nineteen years, Father;
nineteen years since I have seen the holythings of the altar! The beautiful concept
of Marypierced the priests heart like a sword.
Yes,he said slowly, that rock will do very well. He
surmised that thesound came from Eusabios house, and that his friend was at home.
Ah, Padre, every night I say my Rosary to my Holy Mother, nomatter where I
sleep!
Father Vaillant moved his
shouldersuneasily.
They seemed to havenone of the Europeans desire to
master nature, to arrange andre-create.
The ride back to Santa Fé was something under four
hundred miles.
When I lookup at this rock I can almost feel the
Rhone behind me.
Father Josephs relish for good wine might have been
afault in another man.
But the Cathedral is not for us, Father Joseph. A
good colour, certainly;something like the colonnade of St.
Sabino was ready, and he thought they would start
the dayafter to-morrow. They willcertainly be no more expensive than workmen from
St.
Nowthat I have found exactly the stone I want, my
Cathedral seems tome already begun. One would have saidhe had no feeling for
comeliness or grace.
The beautiful concept of Marypierced the priests
heart like a sword.
He recalled affectionately an incident which
concerned thisSantiago of Chimayo.
Father Vaillant asked for blessings for himself,
his fellowpriests, his missions, his Bishop. They were the only ornaments of the
severe andshadowy room.
Youcan take him out this afternoon, and I will ride
Angelica.
He several times askedMazzucchi to secure him a
private audience with the Pope. He had been out fora drive in his new wagon, and
declared that it was satisfactory atlast.
There had been much whispering among the
devoutwomen of the parish about her pitiful case. The Cathedral is near my heart,
formany reasons. Sabino was ready, and he thought they would start the dayafter
to-morrow. He asked Jean Latour his name, where he came from,and his fathers
occupation.
I have ridden over these hills in every direction,
butthis is the only one of its kind. DoñaIsabella gave him her silver coffee service
and candelabra forremembrance. Father Vaillant moved his shouldersuneasily.
Tranquilinos brother,Sabino, will be your driver.