Part 5 (2/2)
Soon the little gig is gliding over the tranquil waters of San Francis...o...b..y; not in the direction of the landing-wharf, but for a projecting point on the sh.o.r.e, to the south of, and some distance outside, the suburbs of the town. For, the beacon towards which they steer is the house of Don Gregorio Montijo.
CHAPTER TEN.
A PAIR OF SPANISH SENORITAS.
Don Gregorio Montijo is a Spaniard, who, some ten years previous to the time of which we write, found his way into the Republic of Mexico, afterwards moving on to ”Alta California.” Settling by San Francis...o...b..y, he became a _ganadero_, or stock-farmer--the industry in those days chiefly followed by Californians.
His grazing estate gives proof that he has prospered. Its territory extends several miles along the water, and several leagues backward; its boundary in that direction being the sh.o.r.e of the South Sea itself; while a thousand head of horses, and ten times the number of horned cattle, roam over its rich pastures.
His house stands upon the summit of a hill that rises above the bay--a sort of spur projected from higher ground behind, and trending at right angles to the beach, where it declines into a low-lying sand-spit.
Across this runs the sh.o.r.e-road, southward from the city to San Jose, cutting the ridge midway between the walls of the house and the water's edge, at some three hundred yards distance from each.
The dwelling, a ma.s.sive quadrangular structure--in that Span-Moriscan style of architecture imported into New Spain by the _Conquistadores_-- is but a single storey in height, having a flat, terraced roof, and inner court: this last approached through a grand gate entrance, centrally set in the front facade, with a double-winged door wide enough to admit the coach of Sir Charles Grandison.
Around a Californian country-house there's rarely much in the way of ornamental grounds--even though it be a _hacienda_ of the first-cla.s.s.
And when the headquarters of a grazing estate, still less; its inclosures consisting chiefly of ”corrals” for the penning and branding of cattle, these usually erected in the rear of the dwelling. To this almost universal nakedness the grounds of Don Gregorio offer some exception. He has added a stone fence, which, separating them from the high road, is penetrated by a portalled entrance, with an avenue that leads straight up to the house. This, strewn with snow-white sea-sh.e.l.ls, is flanked on each side by a row of _manzanita_ bushes--a beautiful indigenous evergreen. Here and there a clump of California bays, and some scattered peach-trees, betray an attempt, however slight, at landscape gardening.
Taking into account the grandeur of his house, and the broad acres attached to it, one may safely say, that in the New World Don Gregorio has done well. And, in truth, so has he--thriven to fulness. But he came not empty from the Old, having brought with him sufficient cash to purchase a large tract of land, as also sufficient of horses and horned cattle to stock it. No needy adventurer he, but a gentleman by birth; one of Biscay's bluest blood--hidalgos since the days of the Cid.
In addition to his ready-money, he also brought with him a wife-- Biscayan as himself--and a daughter, at the time turned eight years old.
His wife has been long ago buried; a tombstone in the cemetery of the old Dolores Mission commemorating her many virtues. Since, he has had an accession to his contracted family circle; the added member being a grand-daughter, only a year younger than his daughter, but equally well grown--both having reached the ripest age of girlhood. It is scarce necessary to add, that the young ladies, thus standing in the relations.h.i.+p of aunt and niece, are the two with whom Edward Crozier and Willie Cadwallader have respectively fallen in love.
And while mate and mids.h.i.+pman are on the way to pay them a promised visit--for such it is--a word may be said about their personal appearance. Though so closely allied, and nearly of an age, in other respects the two differ so widely, that one unacquainted with the fact would not suspect the slightest kins.h.i.+p between them.
The aunt, Dona Carmen, is of pure Biscayan blood, both by her father's and mother's side. From this she derives her blonde complexion, with that colour of hair so admired by Mr Crozier; with the blue-grey eyes, known as ”Irish”--the Basques and Celts being a kindred race. Her Biscayan origin has endowed her with a fine figure of full development, withal in perfect feminine proportions; while her mother has transmitted to her what, in an eminent degree, she herself possessed--beauty of face and n.o.bleness of feature.
In the daughter neither has deteriorated, but perhaps improved. For the benignant clime of California has such effect; the soft breezes of the South Sea fanning as fair cheeks as were ever kissed by Tuscan, or Levantine wind.
A chapter might be devoted to the charms of Dona Carmen Montijo, and still not do them justice. Enough to say, that they are beyond cavil.
There are men in San Francisco who would dare death for her sake, if sure of her smile to speak approval of the deed; ay, one who would for as much do murder!
And in that same city is a man who would do the same for Inez Alvarez-- though she has neither blonde complexion, nor blue eyes. Instead she is a _morena_, or brunette, with eyes and hair of the darkest. But she is also a beauty, of the type immortalised by many bards--Byron among the number, when he wrote his rhapsody on the ”Girl of Cadiz.”
Inez is herself a girl of Cadiz, of which city her father was a native.
The Conde Alvarez, an officer in the Spanish army, serving with his regiment in Biscay, there saw a face that charmed him. It belonged to the daughter of Don Gregorio Montijo--his eldest and first-born, some eighteen years older than Carmen. The Andalusian count wooed the Biscayan lady, won, and bore her away to his home. Both have gone to their long home, leaving their only child inheritress of a handsome estate. From her father, in whose veins ran Moorish blood, Inez inherits jet-black eyes, with lashes nearly half-an-inch in length, and above them brows shaped like the moon in the middle of her first quarter. Though in figure more slender than her aunt, she is quite Carmen's equal in height, and in this may some day excel; since she has not yet attained her full stature.
Such are the two damsels, who have danced with the young British officers, and made sweet havoc in their hearts. Have the hearts of the _senoritas_ received similar hurt in return? By listening to their conversation we shall learn.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
MUTUAL ADMISSIONS.
The dwelling of Don Gregorio Montijo, as already stated, is terrace-topped, that style of roof in Spanish countries termed _azotea_.
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