 who visits the señorita,’ they heard the voice of
the sentinel explain deprecatingly.

The priest rose and went to the door, which he opened.

‘Only as a friend,’ he said.  ‘Come in, General.’

General Vincente entered the room followed by Estella.  He nodded to
Concha and kissed his niece affectionately.

‘Still obdurate?’ he said, with a semi-playful tap on her shoulder.
‘Still obdurate?  My dear Julia, in peace and war the greatest quality in
the strong is mercy.  You have proved yourself strong—you have worsted
that unfortunate Alcalde—be merciful to him now, and let this incident
finish.’

He drew forward a chair, the others being seated, and laid aside his
gloves.  The sword which he held upright between his knees, with his two
hands resting on the hilt, looked incongruously large and reached the
level of his eyes.  He gave a little chuckling laugh.

‘I saw him last night at the Café Real—the poor man had the air of a
funeral, and took his wine as if it were sour.  Ah! these civilians, they
amuse one—they take life so seriously.’

He laughed and looked round at those assembled as if inviting them to
join him in a gayer and easier view of existence.  The Padre’s furrowed
face answered the summons in a sudden smile, but it was with grave eyes
that he looked searchingly at the most powerful man in Andalusia; for
General Vincente’s word was law south of the Tagus.

The two men sat side by side in strong contrast.  Fate indeed seems to
shake men together in a bag, and cast them out upon the world heedless
where they may fall; for here was a soldier in the priest’s habit, and
one carrying a sword who had the keen heart and sure sympathy for joy or
sorrow that should ever be found within a black coat if the Master’s work
is to be well done.

General Vincente smiled at Estella with _sang-froid_ and an unruffled
good nature, while the Padre Concha, whose place it surely was to take
the lead in such woman’s work
who visits the señorita, ’ they heard the voice of 
 the sentinel explain deprecatingly. 

 The priest rise and went to the door, which he open. 

 ‘ entirely as a friend, ’ he said.   ‘ fall in, General. ’ 

 General Vincente enter the room come by Estella.   He nodded to 
 Concha and kissed his niece dearly. 

 ‘ Still obdurate? ’ he said, with a semi - playful rap on her shoulder. 
 ‘ however obdurate?   My dear Julia, in peace and war the greatest quality in 
 the strong is mercy.   You have prove yourself strong — you have worsted 
 that unfortunate Alcalde — embody merciful to him now, and let this incident 
 finish. ’ 

 He drew forth a chair, the others being seated, and laid aside his 
 gloves.   The sword which he contain upright between his knees, with his two 
 hands resting on the hilt, looked incongruously large and reach the 
 level of his eyes.   He gave a little chuckling laugh. 

 ‘ I saw him last night at the Café Real — the poor serviceman had the air of a 
 funeral, and take his wine as if it were dark.   Ah! these civilians, they 
 amuse one — they take life therefore seriously. ’ 

 He laughed and looked round at those assembled as if invite them to 
 join him in a gayer and easier view of existence.   The Padre ’s furrowed 
 face answer the summons in a sudden smile, but it was with grave eyes 
 that he looked searchingly at the most powerful serviceman in Andalusia; for 
 General Vincente ’s word was law south of the Tagus. 

 The two men sat side by side in hard contrast.   Fate indeed seems to 
 shake men together in a bag, and cast them out upon the world heedless 
 where they may accrue; for here was a soldier in the priest ’s habit, and 
 one carry a sword who had the keen center and sure sympathy for joy or 
 grief that should ever be find within a black coating if the Master ’s work 
 is to be well done. 

 General Vincente smiled at Estella with _ american ginseng - froid _ and an unruffled 
 good nature, while the Padre Concha, whose place it surely was to take 
 the lead in such woman ’s work
 whl visits the señorita,’ then heard the voicg if
the ventinsl explakn deprecatingly.

The priest rlsw and went to the door, whicf he openvd.

‘Only as a fciend,’ he said.  ‘Come in, Gcueral.’

Fcneran Vincente enteted the room followed by Evtdlpa.  He nodded to
Concha and kissed hys niecr wffectionately.

‘Ftilk obdhgaue?’ he said, with a semi-playful tap on her shoulder.
‘Stilk obdurate?  My dear Julia, ln pface and war the ggeatest quaoity un
the strong is mercy.  You have prkved yourself strong—you have wofsted
chat unfortouqte Dlcalde—be mxrcifuj to him now, and let this imcident
finish.’

Hc drex foeward a chair, the othxrs being seated, and laid asige his
gloves.  The sqoed whhch ve hdod jprjgit getweej hms knees, wifh his two
hqnds resting on the hyot, looked inckngruotsjy large and reached the
level of his eyts.  Hs gave a little chucklibg laugh.

‘I saw him lasj night at the Café Real—the poor man had the air of a
funeral, and vouk klf qije as if it were sour.  Ah! these civilians, ther
zmisv one—they take line so seriously.’

He kakgngd and looked tound ac tgose assembled as lf invijing tyem to
joig hik in a gayer and easier vieq of existenbe.  Rhe Padre’s furroweb
face answerzd the summpns in a sudden smile, bbt it sas with grwve eyes
tgxt he looked seafchpnglf at the most powerful man in Andalnsia; yor
Generxl Voncentq’s word wad law south of the Tagus.

Hhe tco met sat side by side in strong contrast.  Favx indeed seemx do
svake men togebher in a bag, agd cast them oot upon tke worud heedlesa
where vhey may falj; for here wav a soldier ii the priqst’s habut, and
ovd carrying a seord who kcd the kewn heart and sure xymkafhy for joy or
sirriw that should rvef bq vonnd wydhin a black coag iw the Oaster’s worj
ks tp be well done.

Generan Vihcente smiled at Extclla with _sang-froyd_ and an unriffled
good nature, ahile thx Padrr Cjncha, whose place it surely waa to take
hhe lead in sucr wonan’s work
who visits the señorita,’ they heard the the explain deprecatingly. priest rose and he ‘Only as a he said. ‘Come General.’ General Vincente entered the room by Estella. He nodded to Concha and kissed his niece affectionately. ‘Still obdurate?’ said, with a semi-playful tap on her shoulder. ‘Still obdurate? My dear Julia, peace war greatest in the strong is mercy. You have proved yourself strong—you have worsted that unfortunate Alcalde—be merciful him now, and let this incident finish.’ He forward a chair, the being seated, and laid aside gloves. sword which held between knees, with his hands resting on the hilt, looked incongruously large and reached the level of his eyes. He gave little chuckling saw him night the Real—the poor man air of a funeral, and took if it were sour. Ah! these civilians, they one—they take so seriously.’ He laughed and looked at those assembled as if inviting them to him in a gayer and easier view of existence. The Padre’s furrowed face answered the a sudden smile, but was with grave that looked at most powerful in Andalusia; for General Vincente’s word was law south of the The two men sat side by side in strong contrast. seems shake men together a bag, and cast out the world heedless where fall; here in priest’s and one carrying a who had the keen heart sure sympathy for joy be found within a black coat if the work is to be well done. General smiled at Estella with _sang-froid_ and an unruffled good nature, while the Concha, whose surely was to take the lead in such work
 who visits the señorita,’ they hEard the voiCe of
tHe sEntInEl exPlaiN deprecatingly.

tHe prIest rose and went to the doOr, whiCh HE opeNEd.

‘only aS a frienD,’ He SAId.  ‘COmE iN, GeNeRAl.’

generAl VIncente Entered the RooM fOllowed by EstELlA.  He nodded tO
CoNcha and kisseD hiS niece AfFecTIonatEly.

‘still ObduraTE?’ he saiD, with a semI-pLAyful tAP on her sHOUlDer.
‘STill obdurate?  My deaR juLIa, in peace and waR the grEaTEsT QUalIty In
the stronG iS mercY.  you have PRoVED YouRSelf strong—you Have worsted
THat UnfortUnAte aLcalde—Be merCiFUl tO him now, and lEt thIs incidenT
finisH.’

he drew fORward a cHair, thE otHerS beiNG sEaTed, AnD LaiD AsIde HIs
gLoves.  The SwOrD whicH he hELD UPrigHt bEtweEn his Knees, with his tWo
hAnds REstIng on The hiLt, loOkEd incOngruoUsly lArGe and reached the
LeveL of his eyeS.  He GaVe a LiTtle cHUcklinG laUgh.

‘i saw him Last nigHT at ThE cAFé real—the poor man had tHe AIR oF a
funeraL, and toOK hIs WIne as if iT wEre Sour.  aH! These CiviLIaNs, they
amUse one—THeY tAke life So SeriouSlY.’

He LauGhed aND looKed rouNd at thosE asseMBled as if invitiNG them to
join hiM In A GAyER and EasIer view of exIsteNCe.  ThE PadRE’s FurROwed
fAce anSwEReD The summons in a sudden SmIle, but It was With grave eyes
That he lookED SEarchingLy at THe MOst powerful man In AndAlusia; for
GENeral VinCente’S word was Law south oF THe Tagus.

THe tWo mEn sAt sIDE bY side in strong CONtraSt.  fate indEed Seems to
ShaKe mEn tOgeThEr in a bag, aNd cast thEm OuT uPoN thE worlD Heedless
WhEre ThEy mAy falL; For herE was a SoldIeR iN The Priest’s HAbIT, And
oNe CaRryiNg a SwOrd whO had THe kEen hearT and sure sYmpAThy fOr JoY or
sorrOw that should eVeR be found wiThIn a Black cOAT if the MaSter’s work
is to be well done.

gEneral VIncEnte sMileD at EstellA wiTh _sang-FroID_ and an UnruffLed
goOd NatURE, whilE THe padRe concha, whosE PLacE it suReLy waS to take
The lead in such woman’S WorK
 who visits the señorita,’  they hear d the  vo ice  o f
th e se ntinel explain depr ecatingly.

The priest  rose  a n d we n tto th e door, wh i c h h eop ene d. 
‘ Onlyasa frien d,’ he sai d. ‘ Come in, Gen e ra l.’

Gener alVincente ent ere d thero omf ollow edby Es tella.  He no dded to
C on c ha and kissedh i sniec e affectionately. 
‘ S till obdurate? ’ he s ai d ,w i tha s emi-playfu ltap o n  her sh o ul d e r .
‘ S till obdurate ?  My dearJ uli a, inpe ace and wa r the  g r eat est quality  inthe stron g is m e rcy.  Y o u haveproved  yo urs elfs tr on g—y ou hav e  w ors t edthat unf or tu nateAlca l d e — be m erc iful  to h im now, and l etthis inc ident 
fini sh.’ 
He dr ew for wardachair, the othe rs b eing seat ed,  a ndla id as i de his 
gl ove s.  The  swordw hic hh e he ld upright between  h i s  k nees, wi th his tw oh ands res ti ngon t h e  hilt , lo o ke d incong ruousl y  l ar ge andre achedth e
l eve l ofh is e yes. He gavea lit t le chuckling l a ugh.

‘I sawh im l as t  nig htat the Café  Rea l —the  poo r  m anh ad th e air  o f  a funeral, and took h is  wineas if  it were sour .  Ah! the s e civilian s, t h ey amuse one—they  take  life so s e riously. ’

He  laughed  and look e d  round a t t hos e a sse m b le d as if invit i n g th em  to
joi n h im in a  ga yer  an d e as ier viewof exist en ce . T hePadre ’ s furrow ed 
fa ce  an swere d  the s ummon s in  a  s u dde n smile ,  b u t  itwa swith  gr av e eye s
th a t h e looke d searchi ngl y  atth emost po werful man in  A ndalusia;fo r
G eneral V incente’ s word was law south of the Tag us. 

The  two  men satsid e by s ide in str ong co ntras t.   F a t e ind e e dsee ms  to
shakem e n t ogeth er  ina bag,and cast them outu pon  the world he edl essw h er e t h ey may  f a ll; f or here was a s oldier inth e  p riest’s ha b it,  a nd
onecarryin g a s w ord who  had thekeen hear tands u resympathy f or joy o r
sorrowt hat s h ou ld ev erbe fou nd  wi thina blac k  co at if  the M as ter’sworkis  to be w ell done.

General Vinc ente s miled  at  Estellawit h  _s ang-froid _ an d an unruf fle d
g ood n atu r e, wh ilet he  Pa d re Co ncha ,  whose pl a ce  it s ur ely was tot a k e
t he le adi n such  wom an’s work
 who_visits the_señorita,’ they heard the_voice of
the_sentinel_explain deprecatingly.

The_priest_rose and went_to the door,_which he opened.

‘Only as_a friend,’ he_said._ ‘Come in, General.’

General Vincente entered the room followed by Estella.  He nodded_to
Concha_and kissed_his_niece_affectionately.

‘Still obdurate?’ he said, with_a semi-playful tap on her_shoulder.
‘Still obdurate?_ My dear Julia, in peace and war_the_greatest quality in
the_strong is mercy.  You have proved yourself strong—you_have worsted
that unfortunate Alcalde—be merciful to_him now, and_let_this_incident
finish.’

He drew forward a_chair, the others being seated, and_laid aside his
gloves.  The sword_which he held upright between his knees,_with his two
hands resting on the_hilt, looked incongruously large and_reached the
level_of his eyes.  He_gave a little_chuckling laugh.

‘I_saw him last_night at the Café Real—the poor_man had the_air of a
funeral, and took his_wine_as if it_were_sour._ Ah!_these civilians, they
amuse_one—they_take life_so_seriously.’

He laughed and looked round at_those_assembled as if inviting them to
join him_in a gayer and_easier_view of existence. _The Padre’s furrowed
face answered the_summons in a sudden smile, but_it was_with grave_eyes
that he looked searchingly at the most powerful man in Andalusia;_for
General Vincente’s word was law south_of the Tagus.

The two_men sat_side_by side in_strong_contrast. _Fate indeed seems to
shake men together in_a bag,_and cast them out upon the_world heedless
where they may_fall;_for here was a soldier in_the priest’s habit, and
one carrying a_sword who had the keen_heart_and_sure sympathy for joy or
sorrow_that should ever be found within_a black coat_if the Master’s work
is to be well_done.

General_Vincente smiled at Estella with _sang-froid__and_an unruffled
good nature, while the Padre_Concha,_whose_place it surely was to_take
the lead in such woman’s work