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Updated: June 18, 2025
The staff of Jovita was no longer limited to Sanchicha, but had been augmented by a little old man of indefinite antiquity who resembled an Aztec idol, and an equally old Mexican, who looked not unlike a brown-tinted and veined tobacco leaf himself, and might have stood for a sign. But the genius of the place, its omnipresent and all-pervading goddess, was Jovita!
There were the same flowers nodding their heads; Jovita was grumbling a little in her haste, just as she had done then; and in the looking-glass there was the same little figure in the bright attire the soft black hair, the red rose, the red mouth. As she looked, a sudden triumph made her radiant. "I have not grown ugly," she said. No, she had not grown ugly.
Pepita looked over his shoulder and smiled at a passing woman who had greeted her. Her face dimpled, and she showed her small white teeth. It was as if she did not see the matador at all. "It was at the bull-fight," he persisted. "Two weeks ago. You had a red flower in your hair, as you have to-day. Ever since " "It was not true," Pepita said gayly, to Isabella, "what I said of Jovita.
And so the end of it all was that after much slow planning and many hopes and fears, and more than one disappointment, there came a day when the uncle was thrown into a violent rage by losing his best and most patient worker, and the poor cottage stood empty, and José and Pepita and Jovita found themselves in a new world. What a new world it seemed to them all!
He came down the road with a drooping head and a slow and heavy step. When he sat down to his food he ate but little, and as he bent over his soup he heard Jovita scolding. "It is gone," she was saying. "You took it, and have thrown it away." "Was it not mine?" said Pepita. "It was mine. I cared nothing for it, and have done what I chose with it." José lifted his head and listened.
Briefly I may state, however, that after Jovita had been handed over to a sleepy ostler, whom she at once kicked into unpleasant consciousness, Dick sallied out with the bar-keeper for a tour of the sleeping town.
"I've got to say suthin' to you gentlemen about me and Saunders and this woman; I've got to say suthin' that's hard for a white man to say, and him a married man, too I've got to say that me and Saunders never had no QU'OLL, never had NO FIGHT at her shop: I've got to say that me and Saunders got shot by Jovita Mendez for INSULTIN' HER for tryin' to treat her as if she was the common dirt of the turnpike and served us right!
"She will not marry any of them," said José to Jovita in bewilderment. "That will come soon enough," said Jovita. "She is pretty, and it makes her a little fool all girls are like that; but one of these days you may look out it will be all over. She is just the one to blaze up all at once." "I do not think she is a fool like other girls," said José, with gravity.
She stood there staring at him for a moment, and then turned about and walked off, leaving him with her water jar. Let him stand and watch over it all day if he would. She went back to the house and called Jovita. "If you want your water now," she said, "you will have to go to the well for it. It is drawn, and Senor Sebastiano is taking care of it."
"Mother of God!" said Jovita, staring, "she is mad with her Senor Sebastiano." But not another word could she gain, and before she could reach the well she met a boy carrying the water jar toward the house, and was told that he had been paid to bring it.
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