BARBARA COMES INTO HER OWN.
Jefferson Worth and his daughter had just finished their first breakfast in the new home when their Indian servant woman entered the room.
"What is it, Ynez?" asked Barbara, seeing that the woman wished to speak.
Ynez's black eyes were shining and her voice was eager as she answered:
"There is someone without waiting for La Senorita."
"Someone waiting outside for me, Ynez?"
"Who is it?" asked Mr. Worth.
"It is Pablo Garcia, Senor, and he say please ask La Senorita to come.
If La Senorita will go only to the door she can see."
With an expression of excited interest Barbara, followed by her father, went out on the porch. In front of the house stood Pablo holding a beautiful saddle horse fully equipped and ready for a rider. The Mexican's dark face shone with the pride and triumph of the moment toward which he had looked forward for months. The horse, too, as if sensing the importance of the occasion, pawed the earth with his dainty hoofs, arched his neck and tossed his head—proudly impatient.
Uttering low exclamations and little cries of delight the girl left the porch and ran forward, greeting Pablo and moving about the horse, admiring the animal from every point of view. "What a beauty! He is perfect, Pablo; perfect! Where did you find him? Is he yours? What's his name?" Her questions came tumbling from her lips in such eager bursts that Pablo answered only the last.
"He is yours, Senorita. His name El Capitan."