from　garden　herbs。　Perfume　was　manufactured　from　the　petals　of　flowers
  and　certain　spices；　and　presents　of　it　despatched　to　San　Fernando　and
  Ventura；　and　to　friends　at　other　places；　for　the　Padre　had　a　special
  recepit。　As　the　time　ran　on；　two　or　three　visitors　passed　a　night　with
  him；　and　presently　there　was　a　word　at　various　missions　that　Padre
  Ignacio　had　begun　to　show　his　years。　At　Santa　Ysabel　del　Mar　they
  whispered；　〃The　Padre　is　not　well。〃　Yet　he　rode　a　great　deal　over　the
  hills　by　himself；　and　down　the　canyon　very　often；　stopping　where　he　had
  sat　with　Gaston；　to　sit　alone　and　look　up　and　down；　now　at　the　hills
  above；　and　now　at　the　ocean　below。　Among　his　parishioners　he　had　certain
  troubles　to　soothe；　certain　wounds　to　heal；　a　home　from　which　he　was　able
  to　drive　jealousy；　a　girl　whom　he　bade　her　lover　set　right。　But　all　said；
  〃The　Padre　is　unwell。〃　And　Felipe　told　them　that　the　music　seemed
  nothing　to　him　any　more；　he　never　asked　for　his　Dixit　Dominus　nowadays。
  Then　for　a　short　time　he　was　really　in　bed；　feverish　with　the　two　voices
  that　spoke　to　him　without　ceasing。　〃You　have　given　your　life；〃　said　one
  voice。　〃And；　therefore；〃　said　the　other；　〃have　earned　the　right　to　go
  home　and　die。〃　〃You　are　winning　better　rewards　in　the　service　of　God；〃
  said　the　first　voice。　〃God　can　be　better　served　in　other　places；〃
  answered　the　second。　As　he　lay　listening　he　saw　Seville　again；　and　the
  trees　of　Aranhal；　where　he　had　been　born。　The　wind　was　blowing　through
  them；　and　in　their　branches　he　could　hear　the　nightingales。　〃Empty！
  Empty！〃　he　said；　aloud。　And　he　lay　for　two　days　and　nights　hearing　the
  wind　and　the　nightingales　in　the　far　trees　of　Aranhal。　But　Felipe；
  watching；　only　heard　the　Padre　crying　through　the　hours；　〃Empty！　Empty！〃
  Then　the　wind　in　the　trees　died　down；　and　the　Padre　could　get　out　of　bed；
  and　soon　be　in　the　garden。　But　the　voices　within　him　still　talked　all　the
  while　as　he　sat　watching　the　sails　when　they　passed　between　the
  headlands。　Their　words；　falling　for　ever　the　same　way；　beat　his　spirit
  sore；　like　blows　upon　flesh　already　bruised。　If　he　could　only　change　what
  they　said；　he　would　rest。
  〃Has　the　Padre　any　mall　for　Santa　Barbara？〃　asked　Felipe。　〃The　ship
  bound　southward　should　be　here　to…morrow。〃
  〃I　will　attend　to　it；〃　said　the　priest；　not　moving。　And　Felipe　stole
  away。
  At　Felipe's　words　the　voices　had　stopped；　as　a　clock　finishes　striking。
  Silence；　strained　like　expectation；　filled　the　Padre's　soul。　But　in　place
  of　the　voices　came　old　sights　of　home　again；　the　waving　trees　at　Aranhal；
  then　it　would　be　Rachel　for　a　moment；　declaiming　tragedy　while　a　houseful
  of　faces　that　he　knew　by　name　watched　her；　and　through　all　the　panorama
  rang　the　pleasant　laugh　of　Gaston。　For　a　while　in　the　evening　the　Padre
  sat　at　his　Erard　playing　Trovatore。　Later；　in　his　sleepless　bed　he　lay；
  saying　now　and　then：　〃To　die　at　home！　Surely　I　may　be　granted　at　least
  this。〃　And　he　listened　for　the　inner　voices。　But　they　were　not　speaking
  any　more；　and　the　black　hole　of　silence　grew　more　dreadful　to　him　than
  their　arguments。　Then　the　dawn　came　in　at　his　window；　and　he　lay　watching
  its　gray　grow　warm　into　color；　until　suddenly　he　sprang　from　his　bed　and
  looked　at　the　sea。　Blue　it　lay；　sapphire…hued　and　dancing　with　points　of
  gold；　lovely　and　luring　as　a　charm；　and　over　its　triangle　the　south…bound
  ship　was　approaching。　People　were　on　board　who　in　a　few　weeks　would　be
  sailing　the　Atlantic；　while　he　would　stand　here　looking　out　of　this　same
  window。　〃Merciful　God！〃　he　cried；　sinking　on　his　knees。　〃Heavenly
  Father；　Thou　seest　this　evil　in　my　heart！　Thou　knowest　that　my　weak　hand
  cannot　pluck　it　out！　My　strength　is　breaking；　and　still　Thou　makest　my
  burden　heavier　than　I　can　bear。〃　He　stopped；　breathless　and　trembling。
  The　same　visions　was　flitting　across　his　closed　eyes；　the　same　silence
  gaped　like　a　dry　crater　in　his　soul。　〃There　is　no　help　in　earth　or
  heaven；〃　he　said；　very　quietly；　and　he　dressed　himself。
  VIIt　was　still　so　early　that　few　of　the　Indians　were　stirring；　and　one　of
  these　saddled　the　Padre's　mule。　Felipe　was　not　yet　awake；　and　for　a
  moment　it　came　in　the　priest's　mind　to　open　the　boy's　door　softly；　look
  at　him　once　more；　and　come　away。　But　this　he　did　not；　nor　even　take　a
  farewell　glance　at　the　church　and　organ。　He　bade　nothing　farewell；　but；
  turning　his　back　upon　his　room　and　his　garden；　rode　down　the　canyon。
  The　vessel　lay　at　anchor；　and　some　one　had　landed　from　ha　and　was　talking
  with　other　men　on　the　shore。　Seeing　the　priest　slowly　coming；　this
  stranger　approached　to　meet　him。
  〃You　are　connected　with　the　mission　here？〃　he　inquired。
  〃Iam。〃
  〃Perhaps　it　is　with　you　that　Gaston　Villere　stopped？〃
  〃The　young　man　from　New　Orleans？　Yes。　I　am　Padre　Ignacio。〃
  〃Then　you'll　save　me　a　journey。　I　promised　him　to　deliver　these　into　your
  own　hands。〃
  The　stranger　gave　them　to　him。
  〃A　bag　of　gold…dust；〃　he　explained；　〃and　a　letter。　I　wrote　it　at　his
  dictation　while　he　was　dying。　He　lived　hardly　an　hour　afterward。〃
  The　stranger　bowed　his　head　at　the　stricken　cry　which　his　news　elicited
  from　the　priest；　who；　after　a　few　moments'　vain　effort　to　speak；　opened
  the　letter　and　read：
  My　dear　Friend；It　is　through　no　man's　fault　but　mine　that　I　have　come
  to　this。　I　have　had　plenty　of　luck；　and　lately　have　been　counting　the
  days　until　I　should　return　home。　But　last　night　heavy　news　from　New
  Orleans　reached　me；　and　I　tore　the　pressed　flower　to　pieces。　Under　the
  first　smart　and　humiliation　of　broken　faith　I　was　rendered　desperate；　and
  picked　a　needless　quarrel。　Thank　God；　it　is　I　who　have　the　punishment。　By
  dear　friend；　as　I　lie　here；　leaving　a　world　that　no　man　ever　loved　more；
  I　have　come　to　understand　you。　For　you　and　your　mission　have　been　much　in
  my　thoughts。　It　is　strange　how　good　can　be　done；　not　at　the　time　when　it
  is　intended；　but　afterward；　and　you　have　done　this　good　to　me。　I　say　over
  your　words；　〃Contentment　with　Renunciation；〃　and　believe　that　at　this
  last　hour　I　have　gained　something　like　what　you　would　wish　me　to　feel。
  For　I　do　not　think　that　I　desire　it　otherwise　now。　My　life　would　never
  have　been　of　service；　I　am　afraid。　You　am　the　last　person　in　this　world
  who　has　spoken　serious　words　to　me；　and　I　want　you　to　know　that　now　at
  length　I　value　the　peace　of　Santa　Ysabel　as　I　could　never　have　done　but
  for　seeing　your　wisdom　and　goodness。　You　spoke　of　a　new　organ　for　your
  church。　Take　the　gold…dust　that　will　reach　you　with　this；　and　do　what　you
  will　with　it。　Let　me　at　least　in　dying　have　helped　some　one。　And　since
  them　is　no　aristocracy　in　soulsyou　said　that　to　me；　do　you　remember？
  perhaps　you　will　say　a　mass　for　this　departing　soul　of　mine。　I　only　wish；
  must　my　body　must　go　under　ground　in　a　strange　country；　that　it　might
  have　been　at　Santa　Ysabel　did　Mar；　where　your　feet　would　often　pass。
  〃'At　Santa　Ysabel　del　Mar；　where　your　feet　would　often　pass。'〃　The　priest
  repeated　this　final　sentence　aloud；　without　being　aware　of　it。
  〃Those　are　the　last　words　he　ever　spoke；〃　said　the　stranger；　〃except
  bidding　me　good…by。〃
  〃You　knew　him　well；　then？〃
  〃No；　not　until　after　he　was　hurt。　I'm　the　man　he　quarreled　with。〃
  The　priest　looked　at　the　ship　that　would　sail　onward　this　afternoon。
  Then　a　smile　of　great　beauty　passed　over　his　face；　and　he　addressed　the
  strange。　〃I　thank　you。　You　will　never　know　what　you　have　done　for　me。〃
  〃It　is　nothing；〃　answered　the　stranger；　awkwardly。　〃He　told　me　you　set
  great　store　on　a　new　organ。〃
  Padre　Ignacio　turned　away　from　the　ship　and　rode　back　through　the　gorge。
  When　he　had　reached　the　shady　place　where　once　he　had　sat　with　Gaston
  Villere；　he　dismounted　and　again　sat　there；　alone　by　the　stream；　for　many
  hours。　Long　rides　and　outings　had　been　lately　so　much　his　custom　that　no
  one　thought　twice　of　his　absence；　and　when　he　resumed　to　the　mission　in
  the　afternoon；　the　Indian　took　his　mule；　and　he　went　to　his　seat　in　the
  garden。　But　it　was　with　another　look　that　he　watched　the　sea；　and
  presently　the　sail　moved　across　the　blue　triangle；　and　soon　it　had
  rounded　the　headland。
  With　it　departed　Temptation　for　ever。
  Gaston's　first　coming　was　in　the　Padre's　mind；　and；　as　the　vespers　bell
  began　to　ring　in　the　cloistered　silence；　a　fragment　of　Auber's　plaintive
  tune　passed　like　a　sigh　across　his　memory。
  ＇Musical　score　appears　here＇
  For　the　repose　of　Gaston's　young；　world…loving　spirit；　they　sang　all　that
  he　had　taught　them　of　Il　Trovatore。
  After　this　day；　Felipe　and　all　those　who　knew　and　loved　the　Padre　best；
  saw　serenity　had　returned　to　his　features；　but　for　some　reason　they　began
  to　watch　those　features　with　more　care。
  〃Still；〃　they　said；　〃he　is　not　old。〃　And　as　the　months　went　by　they　would
  repeat：　〃We　shall　have　him　yet　for　many　years。〃
  Thus　the　season　rolled　round；　bringing　the　time　for　the　expected　messages
  from　the　wor