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Updated: June 29, 2025
Thou knowest his restless aspiring soul, Eustaquia, his ambition, his passionate love of California. Can there be happiness for such a man humbled to the dust no future! no hope? Ay!" she sprang to her feet with arms uplifted, her small slender form looking twice its height as it palpitated against the shadows, "I feel the bitterness of that spirit! I know how that great heart is torn.
Ours is a double duty, isolated as we are on this far strip of land, away from all other civilization. We should be more contemptible than Indians if we were not true to our flag." "No wonder that you and that famous patriot of ours, Doña Eustaquia Ortega, are bonded friends. I doubt if you could hate as well as she.
A great white bank, writhing and lifting, rolling and bending, came across the ocean slowly, with majestic stealth, hiding the swinging waves on which it rode so lightly, shrouding the rocks, enfolding the men and women, wreathing the cypresses, rushing onward to the pines. "We must go," said Doña Eustaquia, rising. "There is danger to stay. The lungs, the throat, my children.
Señor Russell, go home, that she have reason for one moment." "But, dear Doña Eustaquia, won't you understand that we are really married?" Doña Eustaquia's patience was at an end. She turned to Brotherton and addressed a remark to him. Russell and Benicia conferred a moment, then the young man walked rapidly down the street. "Has he gone?" asked Doña Eustaquia.
Over her coarse smock and gown she wore a black cotton reboso. In her arms she held an infant, muffled in a white lace mantilla. Doña Eustaquia came in and bent over the baby, her strong face alight with joy. "Didst thou ever nurse so beautiful a baby?" she demanded. The old woman grunted; she had heard that question before. "See how pink and smooth it is not red and wrinkled like other babies!
It looked severe and a little older, but she was very handsome in her rich black gown and the gold chain about her strong throat. Her head, as usual, was held a little back. Brotherton sat down beside her and took her hand. "Eustaquia," he said, "no friendship between man and woman was ever deeper and stronger than ours.
A mighty cheer shook the air amidst the thunder of cannon; then another, and another. Every lip in the room was white. "What is that?" asked Doña Eustaquia. Her voice was hardly audible. "They have raised the American flag upon the Custom-house," said the herald.
And together they walked along Alvarado Street from the harbour, then up the hill to the house of Doña Eustaquia. That formidable lady and her daughter were sitting on the corridor dressed in full white gowns, slowly wielding large black fans, for the night was hot.
"Surely, my mother; I love no one in the world but you." Doña Eustaquia leaned back and tapped the girl's fair cheek with her finger. "Not even Don Fernando Altimira?" "No, my mother." "Nor Flujencio Hernandez? Nor Juan Perez? Nor any of the caballeros who serenade beneath thy window?" "I love their music, but it comes as sweetly from one throat as from another."
Russell crossed the room and sat down beside Benicia. "I should like to hear you sing under those cypresses out on the ocean about six or eight miles from here," he said to her. "I rode down the coast yesterday. Jove! what a coast it is!" "We will have a merienda there on some evening," said Doña Eustaquia, who sat beside her daughter.
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