the house, Thatcher with a masculine sense
of being unreasonably afflicted, Carmen with a woman's instinct of being
hopelessly crushed. No word was spoken until they reached the door. Then
Carmen suddenly, in her old, impulsive way, and in a childlike treble,
sang out merrily, "Good night, O Don Royal, and pleasant dreams. Hasta
manana."

Thatcher stood dumb and astounded at this capricious girl. She saw his
mystification instantly. "It is for the old Cat!" she whispered, jerking
her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the sleeping Mrs. P.
"Good night,--go!"

He went to give orders for a peon to attend the ladies and their
equipage the next day. He awoke to find Miss De Haro gone, with her
escort, towards Monterey. And without the Plodgitt.

He could not conceal his surprise from the latter lady. She, left
alone,--a not altogether unavailable victim to the wiles of our
sex,--was embarrassed. But not so much that she could not say to
Thatcher: "I told you so,--gone to her uncle. . . . To tell him ALL!"

"All. D--n it, WHAT can she tell him?" roared Thatcher, stung out of his
self-control.

"Nothing, I hope, that she should not," said Mrs. P., and chastely
retired.

She was right. Miss Carmen posted to Monterey, running her horse nearly
off its legs to do it, and then sent back her beast and escort, saying
she would rejoin Mrs. Plodgitt by steamer at San Francisco. Then she
went boldly to the law office of Saponaceous Wood, District Attorney and
whilom solicitor of her uncle.

With the majority of masculine Monterey Miss Carmen was known and
respectfully admired, despite the infelix reputation of her kinsman. Mr.
Wood was glad to see her, and awkwardly gallant. Miss Carmen was cool
and business-like; she had come from her uncle to "regard" the papers in
the "Red-Rock Rancho" case. They were instantly produced. Carmen turned
to the application for the grant. Her cheek paled slightly. With her
clear memory and wonderful fidelity of perception she could not be
mistaken. THE SIGNATURE OF MICHELTORENA WAS IN HER OWN HANDWRITING!

Yet she looked up to the lawyer with a smile: "May I take these papers
for an hour to my uncle?"

Even an older and better man than the District Attorney could not have
resisted those drooping lids and that gentle voice.

"Certainly."

"I will return them in an hour."

She was as good as her word, and within the hour dropped the papers and
a little courtesy to her uncle's legal