Part 3 (1/2)
”Sam Houston? Holy Virgin of Guadalupe preserve us! I will not see the man.”
”I think you will, Maria. He has brought this letter for you from our son Thomas; and he has been so kind as to take charge of some fine horses, and sell them well for him in San Antonio. When a man does us a kindness, we should say thank you.”
”That is truth, if the man is not the Evil One. As for this Sam Houston, you should have heard what was said of him at the Valdez's.”
”I did hear. Everything was a lie.”
”But he is a very common man.”
”Maria, do you call a soldier, a lawyer, a member of the United States Congress, a governor of a great State like Tennessee, a common man?
Houston has been all of these things.”
”It is, however, true that he has lived with Indians, and with those Americans, who are bad, who have no G.o.d, who are infidels, and perhaps even cannibals. If he is a good man, why does he live with bad men? Not even the saints could do that. A good man should be in his home. Why does he not stay at home.”
”Alas! Maria, that is a woman's fault. He loved a beautiful girl. He married her. My dear one, she did not bless his life as you have blessed mine. No one knows what his sorrow was, for he told no one. And he never blamed her, only he left his high office and turned his back forever on his home.”
”Ah! the cruel woman. Holy Virgin, what hard hearts thou hast to pray for!”
”Come down and smile upon him, Maria. I should like him to see a high-born Mexican lady. Are they not the kindest and fairest among all G.o.d's women? I know, at least, Maria, that you are kind and fair”; and he took her hands, and drew her within his embrace.
What good wife can resist her husband's wooing? Maria did not. She lifted her face, her eyes shone through happy tears, she whispered softly: ”My Robert, it is a joy to please you. I will be kind; I will be grateful about Thomas. You shall see that I will make a pleasant evening.”
So the triumphant husband went down, proud and happy, with his smiling wife upon his arm. Isabel was already in the room. She also wore a white frock, but her hair was pinned back with gold b.u.t.terflies, and she had a beautiful golden necklace around her throat. And the Senora kept her word. She paid her guest great attention. She talked to him of his adventures with the Indians. She requested her daughters to sing to him.
She told him stories of the old Castilian families with which she was connected, and described her visit to New Orleans with a great deal of pleasant humor. She felt that she was doing herself justice; that she was charming; and, consequently, she also was charmed with the guest and the occasion which had been so favorable to her.
After the ladies had retired, the doctor led his visitor into his study.
He sat down silently and placed a chair for Houston. Both men hesitated for a moment to open the conversation. Worth, because he was treading on unknown ground; Houston, because he did not wish to force, even by a question, a resolution which he felt sure would come voluntarily.
The jar of tobacco stood between them, and they filled their pipes silently. Then Worth laid a letter upon the table, and said: ”I unstand{sic} from this, that my son Thomas thinks the time has come for decisive action.”
”Thomas Worth is right. With such souls as his the foundation of the state must be laid.”
”I am glad Thomas has taken the position he has; but you must remember, sir, that he is unmarried and unembarra.s.sed by many circ.u.mstances which render decisive movement on my part a much more difficult thing. Yet no man now living has watched the Americanizing of Texas with the interest that I have.”
”You have been long on the watch, sir.”
”I was here when my countrymen came first, in little companies of five or ten men. I saw the party of twenty, who joined the priest Hidalgo in eighteen hundred and ten, when Mexico made her first attempt to throw off the Spanish yoke.”
”An unsuccessful attempt.”
”Yes. The next year I made a pretended professional journey to Chihuahua, to try and save their lives. I failed. They were shot with Hidalgo there.”
”Yet the strife for liberty went on.”
”It did. Two years afterwards, Magee and Bernardo, with twelve hundred Americans, raised the standard of independence on the Trinity River. I saw them them{sic} take this very city, though it was ably defended by Salcedo. They fought like heroes. I had many of the wounded in my house.
I succored them with my purse.
”It was a great deed for a handful of men.”