The penance of Magdalena : and other tales of the California missions . e marauders, buried the chest, with the statedsum of money in silver pesos of Carlos III, in some hiding-place about the Mission precincts. That for some imguess-able reason the chest was never taken up by the priest or hissuccessors; but that long years afterwards, probably not lessthan fifty, some party of treasure-seekers (of whom there areevidences of there having been many at that Mission) cameupon the buried chest. That it was transported by them tothe lonely house in the mountains, some twenty nailes dis- tant. That
The penance of Magdalena : and other tales of the California missions . e marauders, buried the chest, with the statedsum of money in silver pesos of Carlos III, in some hiding-place about the Mission precincts. That for some imguess-able reason the chest was never taken up by the priest or hissuccessors; but that long years afterwards, probably not lessthan fifty, some party of treasure-seekers (of whom there areevidences of there having been many at that Mission) cameupon the buried chest. That it was transported by them tothe lonely house in the mountains, some twenty nailes dis- tant. That there, a quarrel occurred over the booty, and thatthe survivor or survivors of the fatal affray, if any there were,did not, for some reason, carry off in their flight all the treas-ure. The rest of my theory is embodied in the foregoing nar-rative. But after all, as to the whole matter, probably there islittle to be said that is more to the point than the all-embrac-ing phrase of Leandro, and of Spain and Mexico in general— Quien sabe? — Who knows? SANTA BARBARA. Love in the Padres Garden 3T was five years since I had seen my old chum, Dick Trev-gern, back in Boston, whUe Mrs. Trevgern I had neverseen at all. So when, last winter, I found myself at Santa-Barbara, where they lived, one of the first things I did wasto trace them in the telephone book and caU up Dick. Theresult was an urgent invitation to dinner that evening. I wasquite keen to meet my friends wife, and all the more so, sinceDick, who is one of the finest fellows in the world, is, or usedto be, also one of the oldest-fashioned, and had seemed to bedestined for bachelor joys; so I wondered what could be thespecial charms that had subjugated him. I found them as cozy as a married couple of two yearsstanding has a right to be, in a rose-embowered cottage onone of the hill streets near the Mission. Mrs. Trevgern Ifound to be a very pretty, vivacious, and in every way attrac-tive girl, — she was only twenty, —
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