University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara. Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XIX SANTA CLARA, CAL., OCTOBER, 1919 NO. 1 The Redwood OMS have graved their story round my heart In mystic records of revolving years, Whose centuries of circles, like a chart, When pron e my form lies damp with forest tears, Shall pristine age reveal to questing seers ; For I am old as Greece ' s throne of art Or Rome ' s red yoke of war. Suhlime my part Religious in the scheme of things that are— My contemplation of the million spheres Which fleck yon ether like a spangled sea— My gratefulness that each celestial star, Divinely guided, joins with even a tree In praise of Him who writeth near and far His Authorship of all things else— and me! CHAS. D. SOUTH

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A Romance of Rancho Agradable A. J. Steiss, Jr. T was just at that period of the day when all man- ual labor, noticeably lags, and plowmen sleep amid the grass, where they are safe, both from the insects, and the eagle eye of the Spanish over- seer, that a slender, well-forme d fig- ure, in the elaborate dress of a Mexican caballero sat musingly upon a grace- ful, glossy Spanish charger, beneath the guardian oak of Rancho Agradable. A refreshing breeze from the mountain- side romped past, and cooled his heated brow; and the intermingled perfumes from field and forest and fragrant meadowland sent a thrill of pure de- light surging through his breast. His roving gaze followed every scene of thriving activity about the hacienda with an air of fervent expectation. His gently mellow ' eyes rested lovingly upon every manifestation of abounding wealth and contentment. New sources of interest arose on all sides of him and for the moment attracted his un- fixed attention. Finally, however, his glances, from uncertain ramblings about the quinta turned to an ex- ploration of the sunny yard and broad verandas, until they centered up- on a lithe and graceful figure, attired in white, woolen petticoat, and lace mantilla . A sunset glow was upon her dainty feat- ures, and a red rose in a strand of jet-black hair. Beside her lay a great bundle of linen, which she was busily engaged in drying and folding away. These, the young caballero recognized as the altar linens of the Church of Santa Clara de Asis, Avhich she washed for Padre Dominic every month. He quickly scanned the now deserted yard, and perceiving that no one was about, softly called Maria . The young Senorita gave no sign, but oia a repetition of the name, turned until she faced the caballero. Upon recognizing him, she gave a warning glance toward the patio upon her left, and shook her head. Then, seem- ingly indifferent, she turned about again, and continued as before with the drying of the linens. The young Senor, however, heedless of her expressive warning, impulsively repeated the name. Again the Senorita turned, and casting a quick, darting glance of ad- monition from her flashing eyes, brought her finger to her ruddy lips,