innumerable gullies, destitute and shunned by all. Catalina and the good
women of the place never gave up the idea that the Evil One carried her
off in the great storm, which left its lasting mark on the face of Mount
Tamalpais.

* * * * *

A year passed, and Ysidria, under the care of the good Pedirpozzo,
completely recovered her health, and one happy day in Easter Week we
were wedded by Padre Andreas, at San Rafael, and we went to live at the
rancho, with Catalina still as housekeeper, all of us feeling like
people saved from a wreck and hoping never to suffer such sorrow again.

By the next Easter there was great rejoicing at the rancho, and from all
the country came my friends with their households to the christening of
our son. The day was spent in games and feasting, and in the evening
Henrico, or Quito, as we called him, was brought out to be toasted.
There were many pretty speeches made, and Catalina carried them all to
the happy mother.

After all the guests had gone, Pedirpozzo led me aside and in his gentle
way, so full of sympathy, he told me what his experienced eye had noted
when little Quito was held before the company in the candle-light--he
told me what you already know from the first of my story--Quito was
hopelessly blind.

Yet we have lived to be all happy and to bless God, and my dear wife so
mercifully spared to me, clasps my hand in love and sympathy, when I
think, but do not say aloud, "Our Quito has the beautiful eyes of
Ysidria."