“Of course the Jesuits have cut you off?”
By entering Yale, I gave them much offence.
I suffered too, for I was fond of Santa Clara
, and a sort of favourite in the place.
What could I do?
My father bade me go; my studies were essential to success.
My leaving Santa Clara
was an act of self-defence: but all the same, my old teachers speak of me as lost.”
“ Lost to them?
“Yes, lost to them.
I am a runaway slave, escaped into the freedom of the world.
The past is past.
The chain is snapped, the pitcher broken at the well.
No magic can restore the state of mind in which my youth was spent.
I cannot now seek advice, or yield my opinion to a priest because he is a priest.
In a republic every one has a right to think and act for himself.
For my part, having learnt this lesson, I shall stick by the republic so long as the republic sticks by me.”
“No fear of this republic sticking by her citizens?
“ No, no,” he answers, pulling up his horses on a mountain spur, and gazing on the scene below our eyes with rapture.
“No,” he cries; “no fear while ”