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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Padre Ignacio by Owen Wister: church. Take the gold-dust that will reach you with this, and do what you
will with it. Let me at least in dying have helped some one. And since
them is no aristocracy in souls--you said that to me; do you remember?--
perhaps you will say a mass for this departing soul of mine. I only wish,
must my body must go under ground in a strange country, that it might
have been at Santa Ysabel did Mar, where your feet would often pass.
"'At Santa Ysabel del Mar, where your feet would often pass.'" The priest
repeated this final sentence aloud, without being aware of it.
"Those are the last words he ever spoke," said the stranger, "except
bidding me good-by."
"You knew him well, then?"
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