Thus　the　season　rolled　round；　bringing　the　time　for　the　expected　messages
  from　the　world。　Padre　Ignacio　was　wont　to　sit　in　his　garden；　waiting　for
  the　ship；　as　of　old。
  〃As　of　old；〃　they　said；　cheerfully；　who　saw　him。　But　Renunciation　with
  Contentment　they　could　not　see；　it　was　deep　down　in　his　silent　and
  thanked　heart。
  One　day　Felipe　went　to　call　him　from　his　garden　seat；　wondering　why　the
  ringing　of　the　bell　had　not　brought　him　to　vespers。　Breviary　in　lap；　and
  hands　folded　upon　it；　the　Padre　sat　among　his　flowers；　looking　at　the
  sea。　Out　there　amid　the　sapphire…blue；　tranquil　and　white；　gleamed　the
  sails　of　the　barkentine。　It　had　brought　him　a　new　message；　not　from　this
  world；　and　Padre　Ignacio　was　slowly　borne　in　from　the　garden；　while　the
  mission…bell　tolled　for　the　passing　of　a　human　soul。
  End