Among the peculiar customs of Mexicans, was a singular method of celebrating St .-- --'s day.

Instead of repairing to their church and engaging in some rational service, they mounted their half wild ponies, and rode furiously up and down the streets till their jaded steeds refused to stir another step, when they were graciously allowed to finish the day on the common.

The celebration of the festival was not confined to the masculine portion of the community; silver-haired Senoras mingled in the cavalcade and many a bright-eyed Senorita looked forward to St .-- --'s day with feelings nearly akin to those with which a New York belle regards the most fashionable ball of the season.
On the evening preceding the day of that canonized lady, Manuel entered the room where Inez sat, her needle work on the floor at some distance, as though flung impatiently from her, her head resting on one hand, while the other held a gentleman's glove.

Light as was his step, she detected it and thrusting the glove into her bosom, turned her fine face full upon him.
"What in the name of wonder brings you here this time of day, Manuel?
I thought every one but myself was taking a siesta this warm evening." "I have been trying a new horse, Inez, and came to know at what hour you would ride to-morrow." He stood fanning himself with his broad sombrero as he spoke.
"Excuse me, Senor, I do not intend to ride at all." "You never refused before, Inez; what is the meaning of this ?" and his Spanish brow darkened ominously.
"That I do not feel inclined to do so, is sufficient reason." "And why don't you choose to ride, pray?
You have done it all your life." "I'll be cross-questioned by no one!" replied Inez, springing to her feet, with flashing eyes, and passionately clinching her small, jeweled hand.
Manuel was of a fiery temperament, and one of the many who never pause to weigh the effect of their words or actions.

Seizing her arm in no gentle manner, he angrily exclaimed, "A few more weeks, and I'll see whether you indulge every whim, and play the queen so royally!" Inez disengaged her arm, every feature quivering with scorn.
"To whom do you speak, Senor Nevarro?
You have certainly mistaken me for one of the miserable peons over whom you claim jurisdiction.