The Collector's Book of Westerns [antikvár]

PILAR, from her little window just above the high wall surrounding the big adobe house set apart for the women neophytes of the Mission of Santa Ines, watched, morning and evening, for Andreo, as he came and went from the rancheria. The old women kept the girls busy, spinning, weaving, sewing; but age nods and youth is crafty. The tall young Indian who was renowned as the best hvmtsman of all the neophytes, and who supplied Padre Arroyo's table with deer and quail, never failed to keep his ardent eyes fixed upon the grating so long as it lay within the line of his vision. One day he went to Padre Arroyo and told him that Pilar was the prettiest girl behind the wall - the prettiest girl in all the Califomias - and that she should be his wife. But the kind stem old padre shook his head. 'You are both too yoimg. Wait another year, my son, and if thou art still in the same mind, thou shalt have her.' Andreo dared to make no protest, but he asked permission to prepare a home for his bride. The padre gave it willingly, and the yotmg Indian began to make the big adobes, the bright red tiles. At the end of a month he had built him a cabin among the willows of the rancheria, a little apart from the others: he was in love, and association with his fellows was distasteful. When the cabin was builded his impatience slipped from its curb, and once more he besought the priest to allow him to marry. Padre Arroyo was sunning himself on the corridor of the mission, shivering in his heavy brown robes, for the day was cold. 'Orion,' he said sternly - he called all his neophytes after the celebrities of earUer days, regardless of the names given them at the font - 'have I not told thee thou must wait a year? Do not be impatient, my son. She will keep. Women are like apples: when they are too young, they set the teeth on edge; when ripe and mellow, they please every sense; when they wither and turn brown, it is time for them to fall from the tree into a hole. Now go and shoot a deer for Simday: the good padres from San Luis Obispo and Santa Barbara are coming to dine with me.' Andreo, dejected, left the padre. As he passed Pilar's window and saw a pair of wistful black eyes behind the grating, his heart took fire. No one was within sight. By a series of signs he made his lady understand that he would place a note beneadi a certain adobe in the wall. M