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Updated: June 7, 2025
Gabriela stood before them, her hands clasped and a far-away look in her large, dark eyes. "I am going to confess," she said, "and my confession will be my defense, although it will not be sufficient to save me from the scaffold. Listen to me, all of you! Why deny that which is self-evident? I was alone with my husband when he died. The servants and the doctor have testified to this.
She spoke in English because, although Gabriele's Spanish was functional, her vocabulary was callow with a thick American accent. Gabriele introduced herself as Gabriela and the Mexican lady introduced herself as Hilda...de da la de Estrella. She couldn't catch much of it. "Mucho gusto," said Gabriela. "It's a pleasure to meet you," said Hilda.
When I had convinced myself of this, I turned and looked at the accused. Good God! Gabriela Zahara was not only Blanca, the woman my friend so deeply loved, but she was also the woman I had met in the stagecoach and subsequently at Granada, the beautiful South American, Mercedes!
I stood by the door of the prison, for, while I had obeyed the wish of my friend that I should not call on Gabriela in her prison, I believed it my duty to represent him in that supreme moment and accompany the woman he had loved to the foot of the scaffold. When she appeared, surrounded by her guards, I hardly recognized her.
Reining up his foaming horse at the foot of the scaffold, he extended a paper to the chief of police. Gabriela, who had already mounted some of the steps, turned and gave the judge a look of infinite love and gratitude. "God bless you!" she exclaimed, and then fell senseless.
While hunting in the mountains he falls in with Gabriela, a pretty peasant maiden who is in deep distress. She confides to him that her affairs of the heart have gone awry. Her lover, Gomez the shepherd, is too poor to marry, and her father wishes her to accept the Croesus of the village, a man whom she detests.
The judge took his seat at the head of the long table; the prosecuting attorney sat on his right, and the chief of police stood by with his arms folded. I and the secretary sat on the left of the judge. A number of police officers and detectives were standing near the door. The judge touched his bell and said to the warden: "Bring in Doña Gabriela Zahara!"
Gabriela stopped speaking. The judge had buried his face in his hands, as if he were thinking, but I could see he was shaking like an epileptic. "Your honor," repeated Gabriela, "grant my request that I may die soon." The judge made a sign to the guards to remove the prisoner. Before she followed them, she gave me a terrible look in which there was more of pride than of repentance.
Then she seemed to fall into a stupor. All turned to the judge, murmuring: "She is guilty beyond a doubt." "Do you recognize the nail which deprived your husband of life?" said the judge, arising from his chair, looking like a corpse rising from the grave. "Yes, sir," answered Gabriela mechanically.
"I mean good for some people and not others." "So-so. Your madre, Gabriela, may probably kill me for saying it but I think you're right. I mean you need kid school and teenager school. Nobody should to be a dummy but some maybe they find that special thing not in classes. You go to bed soon?" "Pronto." "Pronto. Excelente. Necesitas dormir las horas bastante para tener un dia grande por la manana.
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