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not twenty…four hours yet； and know so much of me。 For there has come no
one else at all〃the Padre paused a moment and mastered the
unsteadiness that he had felt approaching in his voice〃there has been
no one else to whom I have talked so freely。 In my early days I had no
thought of being a priest。 By parents destined me for a diplomatic
career。 There was plenty of money andand all the rest of it； for by
inheritance came to me the acquaintance of many people whose names you
would be likely to have heard of。 Cities； people of fashion； artiststhe
whole of it was my element and my choice； and by…and…by I married； not
only where it was desirable； but where I loved。 Then for the first time
Death laid his staff upon my enchantment； and I understood many things
that had been only words to me hitherto。 To have been a husband for a
year； and a father for a moment； and in that moment to lose allthis
unblinded me。 Looking back； it seemed to me that I had never done anything
except for myself all my days。 I left the world。 In due time I became a
priest and lived in my own country。 But my worldly experience and my
secular education had given to my opinions a turn too liberal for the
place where my work was laid。 I was soon advised concerning this by those
in authority over me。 And since they could not change me and I could them；
yet wished to work and to teach； the New World was suggested； and I
volunteered to give the rest of my life to missions。 It was soon found
that some one was needed here； and for this little place I sailed； and to
these humble people I have dedicated my service。 They are pastoral
creatures of the soil。 Their vineyard and cattle days are apt to be like
the sun and storm around themstrong alike in their evil and in their
good。 All their years they live as childrenchildren with men's passions
given to them like deadly weapons； unable to measure the harm their
impulses may bring。 Hence； even in their crimes； their hearts will
generally open soon to the one great key of love； while civilization
makes locks which that key cannot always fit at the first turn。 And
coming to know this；〃 said Padre Ignacio； fixing his eyes steadily upon
Gaston； 〃you will understand how great a privilege it is to help such
people； and how the sense of something accomplishedunder Godshould
bring Contentment with Renunciation。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Gaston Villere。 Then； thinking of himself； 〃I can understand
it in a man like you。〃
〃Do not speak of me at all！〃 exclaimed the Padre； almost passionately。
〃But pray Heaven that you may find the thing yourself some day
Contentment with Renunciationand never let it go。〃
〃Amen！〃 said Gaston； strangely moved。
〃That is the whole of my story；〃 the priest continued； with no more of
the recent stress in his voice。 〃And now I have talked to you about
myself quite enough。 But you must have my confession。〃 He had now resumed
entirely his half…playful tone。 〃I was just a little mistaken； you see
too self…reliant； perhapswhen I supposed； in my first missionary ardor；
that I could get on without any remembrance of the world at all。 I found
that I could not。 And so I have taught the old operas to my choirsuch
parts of them as are within our compass and suitable for worship。 And
certain of my friends still alive at home are good enough to remember this
taste of mine and to send me each year some of the new music that I should
never hear of otherwise。 Then we study these things also。 And although
our organ is a miserable affair； Felipe manages very cleverly to make it
do。 And while the voices are singing these operas； especially the old
ones； what harm is there if sometimes the priest is thinking of something
else？ So there's my confession！ And now； whether Trovatore is come or
not； I shall not allow you to leave us until you have taught all you know
of it to Felipe。〃
The new opera； however； had duly arrived。 And as he turned its pages
Padre Ignacio was quick to seize at once upon the music that could be
taken into his church。 Some of it was ready fitted。 By that afternoon
Felipe and his choir could have rendered 〃Ah！ se l' error t' ingombra〃
without slip or falter。
Those were strange rehearsals of Il Trovatore upon this California shore。
For the Padre looked to Gaston to say when they went too fast or too
slow； and to correct their emphasis。 And since it was hot； the little
Erard piano was carried each day out into the mission garden。 There； in
the cloisters among the jessamine； the orange blossoms； the oleanders； in
the presence of the round yellow hills and the blue triangle of sea； the
Miserere was slowly learned。 The Mexicans and Indians gathered； swarthy
and black…haired； around the tinkling instrument that Felipe played； and
presiding over them were young Gaston and the pale Padre； walking up and
down the paths； beating time or singing now one part and now another。 And
so it was that the wild cattle on the uplands would hear Trovatore hummed
by a passing vaquero； while the same melody was filling the streets of
the far…off world。
For three days Gaston Villere remained at Santa Ysabel del Mar； and
though not a word of restlessness came from him； his host could read San
Francisco and the gold…mines in his countenance。 No； the young man could
not have stayed here for twenty years！ And the Padre forbore urging his
guest to extend his visit。
〃But the world is small；〃 the guest declared at parting。 〃Some day it
will not be able to spare you any longer。 And then we are sure to meet。
But you shall hear from me soon； at any rate。〃
Again； as upon the first evening； the two exchanged a few courtesies；
more graceful and particular than we； who have not time； and fight no
duels； find worth a man's while at the present day。 For duels are gone；
which is a very good thing； and with them a certain careful politeness；
which is a pity； but that is the way in the eternal profit and loss。 So
young Gaston rode northward out of the mission； back to the world and his
fortune； and the Padre stood watching the dust after the rider had passed
from sight。 Then he went into his room with a drawn face。 But appearances
at least had been kept up to the end； the youth would never know of the
elder man's unrest。
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Temptation had arrived with Gaston； but was destined to make a longer
stay at Santa Ysabel del Mar。 Yet it was perhaps a week before the priest
knew this guest was come to abide with him。 The guest could be discreet；
could withdraw； was not at first importunate。
Sail away on the barkentine？ A wild notion； to be sure！ although fit
enough to enter the brain of such a young scape…grace。 The Padre shook
his head and smiled affectionately when he thought of Gaston Villere。 The
youth's handsome； reckless countenance would shine out； smiling； in his
memory； and he repeated Auber's old remark； 〃Is it the good Lord； or is
it merely the devil； that always makes me have a weakness for rascals？〃
Sail away on the barkentine！ Imagine taking leave of the people hereof
Felipe！ In what words should he tell the boy to go on industriously with
his music？ No； this was not imaginable！ The mere parting alone would make
it for ever impossible to think of such a thing。 〃And then；〃 he said to
himself each new morning； when he looked out at the ocean； 〃I have given
to them my life。 One does not take back a gift。〃
Pictures of his departure began to shine and melt in his drifting fancy。
He saw himself explaining to Felipe that now his presence was wanted
elsewhere； that than would come a successor to take care of Santa Ysabel…
…a younger man； more useful； and able to visit sick people at a distance。
〃For I am old now。 I should not be long has in any case。〃 He stopped and
pressed his hands together； he had caught his Temptation in the very act。
Now he sat staring at his Temptation's face； close to him； while then in
the triangle two ships went sailing by。
One morning Felipe told him that the barkentine was here on its return
voyage south。 〃Indeed。〃 said the Padre； coldly。 〃The things are ready
to go； I think。〃 For the vessel called for mail and certain boxes that
the mission sent away。 Felipe left the room in wonder at the Padre's
manner。 But the priest was laughing secretly to see how little it was to
him where the barkentine was； or whether it should be coming or going。
But in the afternoon； at his piano； he found himself saying； 〃Other
ships call here； at any rate。〃 And then for the first time he prayed to
be delivered from his thoughts。 Yet presently he left his seat and looked
out of the window for a sight of the barkentine； but it was gone。
The season of the wine…making passed； and the preserving of all the
fruits that the mission fields grew。 Lotions and medicines was distilled
from garden herbs。 Perfume was manufactured from the petals of flowers
and certain spices； and presents of it despatched to San Fernando an