Monta Bell

“ I am going to America."
"Spain will miss you!"
"Don Rafael is here!"
"Leonora, I can't give you up! We must find a way!"
"The Paris Express leaves at six. Then Cherbourg——and America!"
"Bring me a spray of orange-blossoms. I want to be——like a bride."
"You will need those for your mother's grave if you persist in this madness."
"You cannot stop me now, Don Andrés! I am going on my own way!"
"A fortunate man, this Don Rafael!"
"It will kill your mother as surely as if you drove a dagger into her heart!"
"He is worthy, Your Highness. Help me to make him a great man." ”

“ A great sculptor modeled it. He admired my figure."
"Everything they say about you is true."
"Perhaps—and whose fault is it?"
The torrent became a memory—and cloudless skies smiled on the betrothal feast of Rafael and Remedios.
"See, Rafael, this is the mantilla I shall wear on our wedding night."
"It is very lovely, Remedios."
"It should be—it cost my father many pesetas."
"Will you excuse me, Remedios? I have a headache——"
Twilight and memories—the overpowering scent of orange-blossoms. ”

“ Are you a barber or a prima donna?"
"I am an artist! When art calls me, whiskers can wait!"
For generations the family of Brull had dominated that smiling countryside——
Doña Bernarda Brull rode like a queen through her wide-spread acres, taking advice when it pleased her from the family lawyer, Don Andrés.
. . . Martha Mattox
. . . Tully Marshall
"Tell the Morenos that old story about the banker wanting his money. They can't blame you then——"
Don Rafael Brull followed his mother like a young crown prince learning to rule. ”