The Rifle Rangers Part 61

And shortly after, two officers in s.h.i.+ning uniforms entered the portals of that same palace, sent up their cards, and were admitted on the instant. Ah! these were rare times! But rarer still--for it should only occur once in a man's lifetime--was an hour spent in the little chapel of San Bernardo.

There is a convent--Santa Catarina--the richest in Mexico; the richest, perhaps, in the world. There are nuns there--beautiful creatures--who possess property (some of them being worth a million of dollars); and yet these children of heaven never look upon the face of man!

About a week after my visit to San Bernardo, I was summoned to the convent, and permitted--a rare privilege for one of my s.e.x--to enter its sacred precincts. It was a painful scene. Poor "Mary of Mercy"! How lovely she looked in her snow-white vestments!--lovelier in her sorrow than I had ever seen her before. May G.o.d pour out the balm of oblivion into the heart of this erring but repentant angel!

I returned to New Orleans in the latter part of 1848. I was walking one morning along the Levee, with a fair companion on my arm, when a well-known voice struck on my ear, exclaiming:

"I'll be dog-goned, Rowl, if it ain't the cap'n!"

I turned, and beheld Raoul and the hunter. They had doffed the regimentals, and were preparing to "start" on a trapping expedition to the Rocky Mountains.

I need not describe our mutual pleasure at meeting, which was more than shared by my wife, who had often made me detail to her the exploits of my comrades. I inquired for Chane. The Irishman, at the breaking up of the "war-troops", had entered one of the old regiments, and was at this time, as Lincoln expressed it, "the first sargint of a k.u.mp'ny."

I could not permit my old ranging comrades to depart without a _souvenir_. My companion drew off a pair of rings, and presented one to each on the spot. The Frenchman, with the gallantry of a Frenchman, drew his upon his finger; but Lincoln, after trying to do the same, declared, with a comical grin, that he couldn't "git the eend of his wipin' stick inter it." He wrapped it up carefully, however, and deposited it in his bullet-pouch.

My friends accompanied us to our hotel, where I found them more appropriate presents than the rings. To Raoul I gave my revolving pistols, not expecting to have any further use for them myself; and to the hunter, that which he valued more than any other earthly object, the major's "Dutch gun". Doubtless, ere this, the _zundnadel_ has slain many a "grisly b'ar" among the wild ravines of the Rocky Mountains.

Courteous reader! I was about to write the word "adieu", when "Little Jack" handed me a letter, bearing the Vera Cruz post-mark. It was dated, "_La Virgen, November 1, 1849_." It concluded as follows:

"You were a fool for leaving Mexico, and you'll never be half as happy anywhere else as I am here. You would hardly know the `ranche'--I mean the fields. I have cleared off the weeds, and expect next year to take a couple of hundred bales off the ground. I believe I can raise as good cotton here as in Louisiana; besides, I have a little corner for vanilla. It would do your heart good to see the improvements; and little Luz, too, takes such an interest in all I do.

Haller, I'm the happiest man in creation.

"I dined yesterday with our old friend Cen.o.bio; and you should have seen him when I told him the man he had in his company. I thought he would have split his sides. He's a perfect old trump this Cen.o.bio, notwithstanding his smuggling propensities.

"By the way, you have heard, I suppose, that our `other old friend', the padre, has been shot. He took part with Paredes against the Government. They caught him at Queretaro, and shot him with a dozen or so of his `beauties' in less than a squirrel's jump.

"And now, my dear Haller, a last word. We all want you to come back.

The house at Jalapa is ready for you, and Dona Joaquina says it is yours, and she wants you to come back.

"Don Cosme, too--with whom it appears Lupe was the favourite--he wants you to come back. Old Cen.o.bio, who is still puzzled about how you got the knife to cut through the adobes, he wants you to come back. Luz is fretting after Lupe, and she wants you to come back. And, last of all, _I_ want you to come back. So `stand not on the order' of your coming, but come at once.

"Yours for ever,--

"Edward Clayley."

Reader, do _you_ want me to come back?

THE END.