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Margarita ran and unlocked the chapel door, putting up a heartfeltthanksgiving to Saint Francis and the Senorita, as she saw thesnowy altar-cloth in its place, looking, from that distance at least,as good as new.
The Indians and the shepherds, and laborers of all sorts, werecoming towards the chapel. The Senora, with her best black silkhandkerchief bound tight around her forehead, the ends hangingdown each side of.

Her face, making her look like an Assyrianpriestess, was descending the veranda steps, Felipe at her side; andFather Salvierderra had already entered the chapel before Ramonaappeared, or Alessandro stirred from his vantage-post ofobservation at the willows.
When family incest sex came out from the door she bore in her hands ahigh silver urn filled with ferns. She had been for many daysgathering and hoarding these. They were hard to find, growingonly in one place in a rocky canon, several miles away.
As she stepped from the veranda to the ground, Alessandro walkedslowly up the garden-walk, facing her. She met his eyes, and,without knowing why, thought, "That must be the Indian whosang." As she turned to the right and entered the chapel,Alessandro followed her hurriedly, and knelt on the stones close tothe chapel door. He would be near when she came out. As helooked in at the door, he saw her glide up the aisle, place the fernson the reading-desk, and then kneel down by Felipe in front of thealtar. Felipe turned towards her, smiling slightly, with a look as ofsecret intelligence.
"Ah, Senor Felipe has married. She is his wife," thoughtAlessandro, and a strange pain seized him. He did not analyze it;hardly knew what it meant. He was only twenty-one. He had notthought much about women. He was a distant, cold boy, his ownpeople of the Temecula village said. It had come, they believed, oflearning to read, which was always bad. Chief Pablo had not donehis son any good by trying to make him like white men. If theFathers could have stayed, and the life at the Mission have goneon, why, Alessandro could have had work to do for the Fathers, ashis father had before him. Pablo had been Father Peyri's right-handman at the Mission; had kept all the accounts about the cattle; paidthe wages; handled thousands of dollars of gold every month. Butthat was "in the time of the king;" it was very different now. TheAmericans would not let an.

Indian do anything but plough and sowand herd cattle. A man need not read and write, to do that.
Even Pablo sometimes doubted whether he had done wisely inteaching Alessandro all he knew himself. Pablo was, for one of hisrace, wise and far-seeing. He perceived the danger threatening hispeople on all sides. Father Peyri, before he left the country, hadsaid to him: "Pablo, your people will be driven like sheep to theslaughter, unless you keep them together. Knit firm bonds betweenthem; band them into pueblos; make them work; and above all,keep peace with the whites. It is your only chance."
Most strenuously Pablo had striven to obey Father Peyri'sdirections. He had set his people the example of constant industry,working steadily in his fields and caring well for his herds. He hadbuilt a chapel in his little village, and kept up forms of religiousservice there. Whenever there were troubles with the whites, orrumors of them, he went from house to house, urging, persuading,commanding his people to keep the peace. At one time when therewas an insurrection of some of the Indian tribes farther south, andfor a few days it looked as if there would be a general Indian war,he removed the greater part of his band, men, women, and rendriving their flocks and herds with them, to Los Angeles, andcamped there for several days, that they might be identified withthe whites in case hostilities became serious.
But his labors did not receive the reward that they deserved. Withevery day that the intercourse between his people and the whitesincreased, he saw the whites gaining, his people surely losingground, and his anxiet.