Part 30 (2/2)
”Senorita, at your feet.”
”You can tell your friend that I have no more intention of marrying the American than I have of marrying him.”
”Senorita! But he expected to return next week and marry you.”
”We expect many things in this world that we do not get.”
”But--a thousand apologies for my presumption, senorita--why did you not write and tell him?”
”I never write letters.”
”But you could have sent word by some friend travelling to San Francisco, senorita.”
”He would find it out in good time. Why hurry?”
”Ay, senorita, well are you named Dona Coquetta. You are famous even to San Francisco. I will return to my poor friend. At your service, senora.
At your service, senorita,” and he bowed himself out, and galloped away.
Dona Pomposa threw herself into her chair, and wept aloud.
”Mother of G.o.d! I had thought to see her married to a thrifty American!
What have I done to be punished with so heartless a child? And the Americans will have all the money! The little I have will go, too! We shall be left sitting in the street. And we might have a wooden house in San Francisco, and go to the theatre! Oh, Mother of G.o.d, why dost thou not soften the heart of the wicked--”
Eulogia slipped out of the window, and went into the mission gardens.
She walked slowly through the olive groves, lifting her arms to part the branches where the little purple spheres lay in their silver nests.
Suddenly she came face to face with Pablo Ignestria.
Her cynical brain informed her stormy heart that any woman must succ.u.mb finally to the one man who had never bored her.
THE ISLE OF SKULLS
I
The good priests of Santa Barbara sat in grave conference on the long corridor of their mission. It was a winter's day, and they basked in the sun. The hoods of their brown habits peaked above faces lean and ascetic, fat and good-tempered, stern, intelligent, weak, commanding.
One face alone was young.
But for the subject under discussion they would have been at peace with themselves and with Nature. In the great square of the mission the Indians they had Christianized worked at many trades. The great aqueduct along the brow of one of the lower hills, the wheat and corn fields on the slopes, the trim orchards and vegetable gardens in the canons of the great bare mountains curving about the valley, were eloquent evidence of their cleverness and industry. From the open door of the church came the sound of lively and solemn tunes: the choir was practising for ma.s.s. The day was as peaceful as only those long drowsy s.h.i.+mmering days before the Americans came could be. And yet there was dissent among the padres.
Several had been speaking together, when one of the older men raised his hand with cold impatience.
”There is only one argument,” he said. ”We came here, came to the wilderness out of civilization, for one object only--to lead the heathen to G.o.d. We have met with a fair success. Shall we leave these miserable islanders to perish, when we have it in our power to save?”
”But no one knows exactly where this island is, Father Jimeno,” replied the young priest. ”And we know little of navigation, and may perish before we find it. Our lives are more precious than those of savages.”
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