"I go to my ranche to-morrow, but come back before many sunsets, and if you want me again, Padre, you know where to find me." "The blessing of the Holy Virgin rest upon you, my son, and reward you for your services in behalf of the church." "Adios!" And they parted.
Father Mazzolin drew forth the letter, and read it attentively for the third time, then held it over one of the twelve candles, and deliberately burnt it, muttering the while, "Ashes tell no tales." Extinguishing the candles and locking the door of the church, he said to himself: "All is as I foresaw; a breach is made which can only be closed by the bodies of hundreds of these cursed heretics; and Santa Anna is bloodthirsty enough to drain the last drop.

Alphonso Mazzolin, canst thou not carve thy fortune in the coming storm?
Yea, and I will.

I am no unworthy follower of Loyola, of Gavier, and of Bobadillo.

Patience! a Cardinal's cap shall crown my labors;" and with a chuckling laugh he entered the narrow street which led to his dwelling.
"There is but one obstacle here," he continued; "that Protestant girl's work is hard to undo," and his step became quicker.

"But for her, I should have been confessor to the whole family, and will be yet, despite her warning efforts, though I had rather deal with any three men.