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Eulogia tossed the soft black braid from her shoulder, and fixed her keen roguish eyes on the old lady's face. "Because I have read all the novels of the Señor Dumas, and I well know all those men he makes. And they never speak the truth to women; always they are selfish, and think only of their own pleasure. If the women suffer, they do not care; they do not love the women only themselves.
The next day, when Don Tomas Garfias asked her hand of her mother, Doña Coquetta accepted him with a shrug of her shoulders. "And thou lovest me, Eulogia?" murmured the enraptured little dandy as Doña Pomposa and Aunt Anastacia good-naturedly discussed the composition of American pies. "No." "Ay! señorita! Why, then, dost thou marry me? No one compels thee." "It pleases me.
Why didst thou not tell us of this before, and not let us come here to be shot by flying bullets?" "I forgot," said Eulogia, indifferently. They could see nothing; but curiosity, in spite of fear, held them to the spot. Smoke and cries, shouts and curses, came from the willows; flocks of agitated crows circled screaming through the smoke.
As they whirled in the dance, their full bright gowns looked like an agitated flower-bed suddenly possessed by a wandering tribe of dusky goddesses. Eulogia came rather late.
But perhaps that is the reason all the young men are wild for thee. Not but that I had many lovers " "It is too bad thou didst not marry one," interrupted Eulogia, maliciously. "Perhaps thou wouldst" and she picked up her book "if thou hadst read the Señor Dumas."
"Give it to me at once" and Eulogia dived into her aunt's pocket and found the note. "Beautiful and idolized Eulogia. Adios! Adios! I came a stranger to thy town. I fell blinded at thy feet. I fly forever from the scornful laughter in thine eyes. Ay, Eulogia, how couldst thou? But no! I will not believe it was thou!
He was a handsome man, with a tall figure, and a smooth strong face; but about him hung the indolence of the Californian. "Very well," he said, "take me to her." He asked her to dance, and after a waltz Eulogia said she was tired, and they sat down within a proper distance of Doña Pomposa's eagle eye. "What do you think of the women of San Luis Obispo?" asked Eulogia, innocently.
The wagon jolted down the cañon, the mules plunging, the vaqueros shouting; but the moon glittered like a silvered snow peak, the wild green forest was about them, and even Eulogia grew a little sentimental as Abel Hudson's blue eyes bent over hers and his curly head cut off Doña Pomposa's view. "Dear señorita," he said, "thy tongue is very sharp, but thou hast a kind heart.
Smoke was rising from the willow forest that covered the centre of the valley. The Indian whipped up his horses with an excited grunt, the two old women reeling and clutching wildly at each other. At the same time they noticed a crowd of horsemen galloping along the hill which a sudden turn in the road had opened to view. "It is the Vigilantes," said Eulogia, calmly, from the front seat.
I have purposely come from Monterey to say it." Eulogia was looking at him with angry eyes, her brain on fire. But curiosity triumphed, and she put her hand on his shoulder as the musicians swept their guitars with lithe fingers, scraped their violins, and began the waltz. "Eulogia!" exclaimed Ignestria; "dost thou suspect why I have returned?"
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