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Her mother, Doña Brígida de la Torre of the great Rancho Diablo, twenty miles from Monterey, was the sternest old lady in California. It was known that he had sent his wife a deed of the rancho; and that was the last she ever heard of him. Her daughter, according to her imperious decree, was to marry Ygnacio Piña, the heir of the neighbouring rancho.
I could exchange my revenues in Prussia for a part of his at the island of Cuba; and the family of Don Ygnacio O'Farrill y Herera, brother of the general, concurred kindly in all that could favour my new projects. On the 6th of March the vessel I had freighted was ready to receive us.
The wife of Jose Sepulveda was driven to the scene of the race with a fortune in gold slugs carried in a large handkerchief which she opened to distribute $50 gold pieces to her attendants and servants to wager. The 'Black Swan' won easily." John was carried away by the stories told them by Don Ygnacio.
As her father completed the story of the horse race he paused and they sat silent, the spell of reminiscence upon the elder couple and of imagination upon Consuello and John. "It is growing late, Mi Primavera," her father said. "If you are to return to the city tonight you must leave soon." Consuello rose and went into the house with her mother. Don Ygnacio and John stood waiting.
Don Ygnacio Carrillo wore a dark blue broadcloth suit with black velvet lapels and cuffs, a spotless, stiffly starched, pleated linen shirt and a loose black silk bow tie. His fluffy white hair contrasted beautifully, John thought, with his skin, tinted a pale amber. The gracious hospitality of his hosts, so typical of the pioneers of the early southland, had put John completely at his ease.
"Come often, my boy, the home of the Carrillos is always open to a friend of Mi Primavera," said Don Ygnacio. They rode in silence for many miles, the automobile humming over the smooth, deserted boulevards almost as bright as day in the moonlight. Then Consuello spoke. "I always hate to leave them there they seem so lonely," she said. "You must leave them?" John asked in surprise.
Nor was he always sober even in his own house; Ed was a heavy and a constant drinker at all times. What little exercise he took was upon the back of a horse, and, as no one knew better than his wife, the physical powers he once had were rapidly deteriorating. By and by he inquired, vaguely: "Let's see, ... Where did you go this time?" "I went up to look over that Ygnacio tract." "Oh yes.
He arrived at Manila in the beginning of July and entered upon his office. It was also learned that Fray Ygnacio Sanctivanez, of the Order of St.
"Old streets old names," said Don Ygnacio, as if to himself. "Si, I will tell you. Pardon an old man if he seems garrulous. "What is now San Fernando street, my children, was once the Street of the Maids. Was not that a prettier name? Aliso street is from the Castilian 'aliso, meaning alder tree.
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