The Pride of Palomar by Peter B. (Peter Bernard) Kyne
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adobe wall that surrounded the churchyard immediately adjacent to the
mission. With the assurance of one who treads familiar ground, he strode rapidly up a weed-grown path to a spot where a tall black-granite monument proclaimed that here rested the clay of one superior to his peon and Indian neighbors. And this was so, for the shaft marked the grave of the original Michael Joseph Farrel, the adventurer the sea had cast up on the shore of San Marcos County. Immediately to the left of this monument, Don Mike saw a grave that had not been there when he left the Palomar. At the head of it stood a tile taken from the ruin of the mission roof, and on this brown tile some one had printed in rude lettering with white paint: Falleció Don Miguel José Noriaga Farrel Nacio, Junio 3, 1841 Muerto, Deciembre 29, 1919. The last scion of that ancient house knelt in the mold of his father's grave and made the sign of the cross. V The tears which Don Mike Farrel had descried in the eyes of his acquaintance on the train were, as he came to realize when he climbed the steep cattle-trail from Sespe, the tribute of a gentle heart moved to quick and uncontrollable sympathy. Following their conversation in |
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