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THE BELL OF PENANCE
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matter of especial importance. In a dark room just off the spacious patio a young man was waiting anxiously. Pia met the Spaniard at the door, and, showing him in, asked him to wait a few moments with her, as her cousin was lying down. When ten minutes had elapsed, and the man began to get restive, Pia began to play to the best advantage the charms to which she had seen Serra was sus
a kiss to the man before her, ran tantalizingly hither and thither, with the rose between her lips, and at length she opened the door of a deep closet, before which she had maneuvered, and, kissing the rose passionately, threw it inside.
As Serra bounded in after it, Pia quickly closed and bolted the door.
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ceptible. A coquettish use of her eyes soon made him forget the fair Josefa, and in a few moments he was asking her, on bended knee, for the rose in her hair.
All the while Pia heard the cautious movements of her cousin, first coming downstairs, then pattering thru the court ; and then, as she whispered to the waiting man, she was nearly distracted, when the distinct pat-a-pat of a horse being walked to the door could be heard. She threw
valley, and Henry Fitch, with Josefa on his saddle-bow, were safely on their way to Mexico.
One year later — and now the weight of each oncoming year sat heavily on the head and shoulders of the gentle priest — Padre Vincente sat looking far down the silent valley which he so loved, and which he longed to waken with sweet-tongued messengers from yonder belfry. Its fulfillment was becoming a hopeless dream. At