THE STORY OF SANTA FÉ
"From scheme and creed the light goes out,
The saintly fact survives,
The Blessed Master none can doubt
Revealed in holy lives."
"Oh, more than sacred relic, more
Than solemn rite or sacred lore,
The holy life of one who trod
The footmarks of the Christ of God."
In the place once occupied by those whose lives were consecrated to the divine ideal, some influence, as potent as it is unseen, binds the soul to maintain the honor that they left; to hold the same noble standard of life. The spell is felt even while it eludes analysis. Few to-day can tread the narrow, primitive little streets of old Santa Fé without some consciousness of this mystic influence. It was here, in the centuries gone from all save memory, that