life, then, as the years went by, as history and tradition. Meek and
gentle she was. It was only when thwarted in her desires that she became
aroused to a pitch of angry insanity which made her dangerous. This
chanced very seldom, for she was allowed to do as she pleased in all
things. And so she lived, unnoting the many and great changes that took
place from year to year in Nueva California - San Gabriel losing its
greatness and power, ceasing, even, together with all the others, its
life as a mission, and the province itself torn from the grasp of
Mexico, to become a member of the greatest republic in the world - her
unheeding mind knew nothing of all this. Her favorite pastime, after the
railroad was built through the little town of San Gabriel, was to wander
down to the station, when time for the trains, which she quickly
learned, and to greet them with the snatches of song that remained with
her - sole vestige of her former life.

But death came at last to this poor wayfarer on life's journey, and she
was buried in the cemetery near the church, by the side of her husband
and her child, the place which had been, by common consent, reserved for
her in the sadly overcrowded little campo santo. Here lies all of her
that was mortal. We know she is well once more, with her mind and
memory, touched by divine healing, restored to her, and, we may be sure,
happy in the companionship of her loved ones.



Father Uria's Saints



"Therefore I went to Father Uria and told him your story. He was very