The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 8, 1901, Page 2

this cobble-stoned the loves and t ifes of that ear which dwelt in peace znd happiness here in Sam Prancicco strenucus . English-spea burst like a terrent ove Who does not know romance of Ramona « picturesque leger: Lower California? But yvou metropolitans, chu Santa Barbara. Market street with your eye think 8an Francisco past—that its time when the water gomery street” in this little hamlet, then called Yerba B tireless East, fiashed, hearts went on gayly as a There were not always salcon ment flats in the Mission street car was not to c The Valencia-street station was vet un- sang and tie me for decades. In those days, ifornia was 3 province cf Spain, ied Ysabella, daughter of T He built for his bride the large adobe house which after- ward became known Tore,” or bull's head. This relic of the past was stiil when, in 1890, just 100 years after its erec- Sixteenth street, “La Cabeza de the widening from Dolores to Church, made it sary to raze it to the ground. tory remains On rainy nights when t first families t e descendants of t Mission gather around the fireside this is the story they of the origin of the beza del Toro, a s le of medieval times: Garcia's duties ppellation Ca- i and pathetic as majordomo ar were to care for the catile that grazed the {fertile hilis and palleys of the mis- slon rancko: to movfrn the Indlans. and on the feast of some great saint to take ckment of seldfers and explore the for wild Indian braves and force them (o become proselytes. It was the feast of All Saints in the last year o eighteenth century. The mujordomo, with an armed force of twen- journeyed to Marin County t> capture Indlans bring them in to ho! Mhss was sald aut a det Siery ny departed with ut not before the g: ‘d good-ty to his wife, the love- bell plucked a pink Castilian rode from he trelils i the patio and gave it to Josg tuck token & far. very ‘far.” she rivers that you must oros the frreste full of pari ate'la,” answe nder wis t us from all er ra Mack ard deey > not ween, my “Cood Saint I we 'go, will prot Josc ban: hat “I know It,” she whispered, “'but do not be gore lorg.” No, no,” he replied, “with the new mcon I shall return to thee. Good-by, of my heart.” d-by. my beloved. May all the saints vrotect thee.” Ysabella watched the troopers ride away. with Jos= in the lead. until his red saddle blanket melted into the landscape, anding and then she tcok up the simpie routine of her life and began until his return She prayed to his patron saint every morning at the miselcn and said her beads for him at night. But the moon changed from cre cent to oval and Jose no* jetrn and no tidiigs came from him. There was no regul of communicaticn a hundred years ago in California accldent mere the ¢ a crusade until three moons had w waned and they came not. Then the padre at Mission Dolores got anxious znd saild mass for the missin, The comandaute at the Presidie storm at-the lors of twenty men and a goou o ficer and swore in big round Epanish va that for every warrior sl bave tlLe hearts of three natives. the weary vigl - / Cut Yrabell rock. Chilies were dried for the -w< monk or the s all power of tel Nght tiil dark ind at night | The senoras s for his cominz nds lay idlé in her lap, save when she told her beads for her hus- ¢ crief of Ysa- v into th's duict ife by woo fair Pertia. in California and life vas a cne drep of water is ike ano cia's place and directed thé rcdeo. indian eerving women ground corn into meal in the stone ha meal into cakes, whic little cavalcaue dr- 1 and made .the 5 were baked on hot Don Luis swung out app: to greet him. sister,’ he said tion. am Jose's d L have come to I can of his death and com- 1ort His widew. Yeakella gave him her hand and -said: "cu are welcome; enter. Don Lu's w istent in his expres- m of sorrow. and offéred to do uny- thing in_ hi: ower to heal her bruken heart. Eut atter a few shoft days of hypeeritical. scrraw he made known the his visit by propcsing mar- ysabella. She was both sur- prised and paired by this declaration, and refused to Then follo Den Lu aven en %o his ‘pleadings. ed a tempestuous scene. called rpon the saints in d the demons of heil to help [ P\OMF‘“CL‘,F ISSI1n him win the consent of Ysabella. “You shall be my wife.” ha threatened, the mother who bore me not look upon thee. other sun shall “I am content,” she replied. gloomy world again than see ycu a part of It.” She had made her cholce. Don put her In the dungeon underneath With nothing to censole her save h here she passed a year of tor- She coald hear the mission church and saw In the blacknéss the picture of the little processlon flle in and out of the church. She could also hear the bugle calls at see the weli-known ple- ture of the change of guards iliuminate the blacknees. the while Don Luls live in his brother's house. cf the crimes he committed the garrison a Terrible tales ranchos in Alta and Baja Californ‘a the name of Luis Garcla One day a troupe of wandering minstrels etopped at the Missfo neighborheod. Luis had made a g them as a liberal and came readily, In the midst of the revelry, when the silenced the his guests that entertainment 1 to a priest at the —and to come prepered to Another messenger was sent below to bring up the urhappy be had a mor riissicn to com unite him to Y entered thoe cached to where. e fell upon the no when she entered. Not a man present but he was about woman’'s soul. the first to speak. “hast thou thy Ysabella and me? execution of 4 o Speak quickly. you shall never utter Latin again” books and looked the pleading he dared impatiently, st hesitated. “If thou refusest,” roared Luis, “by St. norrow's sun shall see yc ng the spire of this h Then Luis turned to Ysabela and saids SKETCHES DASHED CF ANVIER T. MAR San Francisco reccived hon- 8 orable mention in the salan at the Infernational E Paris last year. The picture which EZ of osition in won for him this distinction s a portrait of Miss Marion Holden. a San Francisco girl who is now studving art in Paris, but who was F IN THE TWIN once a student at the Hoj in the Louvre.” Some of Mr. Martines” showon on this page iliustratiing the Me. “The Bull's Abel Petit, the best art critic in Paris, said of this picture. ““It is not for the profane. look at this must - go spirit as ore gocs -to Only in-that state of yoit to sce pictures like The cut above, ican romanc: of | " was made cs- cially by Iim for the Sunday People who communior. mind onght this or hear The hasty sketches below were 105 when @ stu- done by Mr. his_pozcer of portraiture. They are what artists call hasty ctches; sort of . penci! snapshots, as it were. In cases of this kind the artist’s object is merely to catch the pose just as he sees it when he deems the attitude most artistic. He takes no time to draw his lines care- fuily, but aims simply to give the KNG OF AN EYE This picture ouglit to dent in Paris, and>well illustrate whole effect and especially the pose of figure. From these rough sketches he-makes the finished picture when at his leisure in the studio. These sketches, have been praised b show for particular, ) artists, and themselves the-pencil must be that brings life to the paper in the brief space of a glance of the eye. “Falrest of creatures. famishing in 5 dungeon vile with cockroaches, why dose thou refuse the-love cf a 10bie man> Swund forth and clase iy hand while the priest pronouncech the hdly’ words,’ AS a flame from a smoldering fire loapg up when one stirs the ashes and embe so did the heart of Ysahella leap u the speech of Don Luls. The blood in veins turned to fire and kindled her cheeks. ~ She stood ervect and defiant Turning to the minstrels and com she cried: “Many loyal subjects of our geod King, perhaps husbands, canst tho stand by and see this mhumar force me to a marriage frowned upon b Goa? Better death a thoiisand times than monstrous -befhg. 1 beg of my heart with a dagger are he can lay his cruel hands upon mine: Then lifting her hands_and claspinz her hands on her breast she “appeaied 1 heaven for the heln which ‘'men denied “0. Sainted Mother. -Virghy “Mary ' sne sobbed. “thou art the comloFter of ihe afflicted. Thou to whomyl have prayed these many months, wilt thou forsake ms now?” With an oath Don Luis sprang towarq her, but before.he could reach her sids the twenty cleaked minstrels threw o their long mantles. and before the aston? ished assemblage stood Captain Jose Gar- cia and his fighting men. It was a long story that_Captain Jose teld afterward—howt hé and_his Aghting men had been held captfves by the dians. how they prayed for a shiracle. and Fuw the devil, surroundedi®By fire, sud denly appeared on Mognt Diablo and slid down the side of It. " The Indians who were guarding the prisoners were terrified aud fled. 'eaving the captives to escape. When Don Luis saw,hls brother befors liim he tried ta escape. But he was cap- tured. The next morning: he was be- headed and his body buried im uncens crated ground. while his head was placed upon the house. His countenance, some say, looked like a ferocious bull's head and little horns srew from jts sides. As time passed along people g¢ajled the Gar- cia house the Cabieza def Toro, and tha nsme clung to it "even After it haq crumbled to the earth from,which it wad wade. 2 £ > e ——