1901 THE DOOMSWOMAN Historical Romance of OLD CALIFORNIA Gertrude Atherton 1st

Description: "THE DOOMSWOMAN" by Gertrude Atherton AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE OF OLD CALIFORNIA Illustration: Gertrude Atherton PHOTOGRAPHED BY MRS. LOUNSBERY FYI: "Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton (October 30, 1857 – June 14, 1948) was a prominent and prolific American author. Many of her novels are set in her home state of California. Her bestseller Black Oxen (1923) was made into a silent movie of the same name. In addition to novels, she wrote short stories, essays, and articles for magazines and newspapers on such issues as feminism, politics, and war. She was strong-willed, independent-minded, and sometimes controversial. She wrote using the pen names Asmodeus and Frank Lin, a play on her middle name." EXCERPT: It was at Governor Alvarado's house in Monterey that Chonita first knew of Diego Estenega. I had told him much of her, but had never cared to mention the name of Estenega in the presence of an Iturbi y Moncada. Chonita came to Monterey to stand godmother to the child of Alvarado and of her friend Doña Martina, his wife. She arrived the morning before the christening, and no one thought to tell her that Estenega was to be godfather. The house was full of girls, relatives of the young mother, gathered for the ceremony and subsequent week of festivities. Benicia, my little one, was at the rancho with Ysabel Herrera, and I was staying with the Alvarados. So many were the guests that Chonita and I slept together. We had not seen each other for a year, and had so much to say that we did not sleep at all. She was ten years younger than I, but we were as close friends as she with her alternate frankness and reserve would permit. But I had spent several months of each year since childhood at her home in Santa Barbara, and I knew her better than she knew herself; when, later, I read her journal, I found little in it to surprise me, but much to fill and cover with shapely form the skeleton of the story which passed in greater part before my eyes. We were discussing the frivolous mysteries of dress, if I remember aright, when she laid her hand on my mouth suddenly. "Hush!" she said. A caballero serenaded his lady at midnight in Monterey. The tinkle of a guitar, the jingling of spurs, fell among the strong tones of a man's voice. Chonita had been serenaded until she had fled to the mountains for sleep, but she crept to the foot of the bed and knelt there, her hand at her throat. A door opened, and, one by one, out of the black beyond, five white-robed forms flitted into the room. They looked like puffs of smoke from a burning moon. The heavy wooden shutters were open, and the room was filled with cold light. The girls waltzed on the bare floor, grouped themselves in mock-dramatic postures, then, overcome by the strange magnetism of the singer, fell into motionless attitudes, listening intently. How well I remember that picture, although I have almost forgotten the names of the girls! In the middle of the room two slender figures embraced each other, their black hair falling loosely over their white gowns. On the window-step knelt a tall girl, her head pensively supported by her hand, a black shawl draped gracefully about her; at her feet sat a girl with head bowed to her knees. Between the two groups was a solitary figure, kneeling with hand pressed to the wall and face uplifted. When the voice ceased I struck a match, and five pairs of little hands applauded enthusiastically. He sang them another song, then galloped away. "It is Don Diego Estenega," said one of the girls. "He rarely sings, but I have heard him before." "An Estenega!" exclaimed Chonita. "Yes; of the North, thou knowest. His Excellency thinks there is no man in the Californias like him,—so bold and so smart. Thou rememberest the books that were burned by the priests when the governor was a boy, because he had dared to read them, no? Well, when Diego Estenega heard of that, he made his father send to Boston and Mexico for those books and many more, and took them up to his redwood forests in the north, far away from the priests. And they say he had read other books before, although such a lad; his father had brought them from Spain, and never cared much for the priests. And he has been to Mexico and America and Europe! God of my soul! it is said that he knows more than his Excellency himself,—that his mind works faster. Ay! but there was a time when he was wild,—when the mescal burnt his throat like hornets and the aguardiente was like scorpions in his brain; but that was long ago, before he was twenty; now he is thirty-four. He amuses himself sometimes with the girls,—valgame Dios! he has made hot tears flow,—but I suppose we do not know enough for him, for he marries none. Ay! but he has a charm." "Like what does he look? A beautiful caballero, I suppose, with eyes that melt and a mouth that trembles like a woman in the palsy." "Ay, no, my Chonita; thou art wrong. He is not beautiful at all. He is rather haggard, and wears no mustache, and he has the profile of the great man, fine and aquiline and severe, excepting when he smiles, and then sometimes he looks kind and sometimes he looks like a devil. He has not the beauty of color; his hair is brown, I think, and his eyes are gray, and set far back; but how they flash! I think they could burn if they looked too long. He is tall and straight and very strong, not so indolent as most of our men. They call him The American because he moves so quickly and gets so cross when people do not think fast enough. He thinks like lightning strikes. Ay! they all say that he will be governor in his time; that he would have been long ago, but he has been away so much. It must be that he has seen and admired thee, my Chonita, and discovered thy grating. Thou art happy that thou too hast read the books. Thou and he will be great friends, I know!" Published by CONTINTAL PUBLISHING COMPANY, 1901. I BELIEV E THIS IS THE FIRST EDITION. This a hardcover in very good condition. Tight covers and binding. No cracked hinge papers. Some edge wear. No writing, but previous owners name. 263 clean pages. NICE ADDITION TO YOUR COLLECTION.PLEASE SEE PHOTOS DON'T MISS OUT. BID NOW. ANY QUESTION PLEASE ASK! WE COMBINE SHIP. SHIPPING INFORMATION: All items are shipped the cheapest method unless otherwise specified. International customers welcome, please e-mail me for a shipping quote. My shipping service is the United States Postal Service only. I mail items twice a week. International buyers email for a shipping quote. 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