PSYCHOLOGICAL.
The general had kept the causes which made him undertake a journey into
the prairies from the west of the United States so profound a secret,
that the persons who accompanied him had not even a suspicion of them.
Several times already, at his command, and without any apparent reason,
the caravan had encamped in regions completely desert, where he had
passed a week, and sometimes a fortnight, without any apparent motive
for such a halt.
In these various encampments the general would set out every morning,
attended by one of the guides, and not return till evening.
What was he doing during the long hours of his absence?
For what object were these explorations made, at the end of which a
greater degree of sadness darkened his countenance?
No one knew.
During these excursions, Doña Luz led a sufficiently monotonous life,
isolated among the rude people who surrounded her. She passed whole days
seated sadly in front of her tent, or, mounted on horseback and escorted
by Captain Aguilar or the fat doctor, she took rides near the camp,
without object and without interest.
It happened this time again, exactly as it had happened at the preceding
stations of the caravan.
The young girl, abandoned by her uncle, and even by the doctor, who was
pursuing, with increasing ardour, the great research for his imaginary
plant, and set out resolutely every morning herbalizing, was reduced to
the company of Captain Aguilar.
But Captain Aguilar was, we are forced to admit, although young, elegant
and endowed with a certain relative intelligence, not a very amusing
companion for Doña Luz.
A brave soldier, with the courage of a lion, entirely devoted to the
general, to whom he owed everything, the captain entertained for the
niece of his chief great attachment and respect; he watched with the
utmost care over her safety, but he was completely unacquainted with
the means of rendering the time shorter by those attentions and that
pleasant chat which are so agreeable to girls.
This time Doña Luz did not become so _ennuyée_ as usual. Since that
terrible night--from the time that one of those fabulous heroes whose
history and incredible feats she had so often read, Loyal Heart, had
appeared to her to save her and those who accompanied her--a new
sentiment, which she had not even thought of analyzing, had germinated
in her maiden heart, had grown by degrees, and in a very few days had
taken possession of her whole being.
The image of the hunter was incessantly present to her thoughts,
encircled with that ennobling glory which is won by the invincible
energy of the man who struggles, body to body, with some immense danger,
and forces it to acknowledge his superiority. She took delight in
recalling to her partial mind the different scenes of that tragedy of a
few hours, in which the hunter had played the principal character.
Her implacable memory, like that of all pure young girls, retraced with
incredible fidelity the smallest details of those sublime phases.
In a word, she reconstructed in her thoughts the series of events
in which the hunter had mingled, and in which he had, thanks to his
indomitable courage and his presence of mind, extricated in so happy a
fashion those he had suddenly come to succour, at the instant when they
were without hope.
The hurried manner in which the hunter had left them, disdaining the
most simple thanks, and appearing even unconcerned for those he had
saved, had chilled the girl; she was piqued more than can be imagined by
this real or affected indifference. And, consequently, she continually
revolved means to make her preserver repent that indifference, if chance
should a second time bring them together.
It is well known, although it may at the first glance appear a paradox,
that from hatred, or, at least, from curiosity to love, there is but one
step.
Doña Luz passed it at full speed, without perceiving it.
As we have said, Doña Luz had been educated in a convent, at the
gates of which the sounds of the world died away without an echo. Her
youth had passed calm and colourless, in the religious, or, rather,
superstitious practices, upon which in Mexico religion is built. When
her uncle took her from the convent to lead her with him through the
journey he meditated into the prairies, the girl was ignorant of the
most simple exigences of life, and had no more idea of the outward
world, in which she was so suddenly cast, than a blind man has of the
effulgent splendour of the sun's beams.
This ignorance, which seconded admirably the projects of the uncle, was
for the niece a stumbling block against which she twenty times a day
came into collision in spite of herself.
But, thanks to the care with which the general surrounded her, the few
weeks which passed away before their departure from Mexico had been
spent without too much pain by the young girl.
We feel called upon, however, to notice here an incident, trifling in
appearance, but which left too deep a trace in the mind of Doña Luz not
to be related.
The general was actively employed in getting together the people he
wanted for his expedition, and was therefore obliged to neglect his
niece more than he would have wished.
As he, however, feared that the young girl would be unhappy at being
left so much alone with an old duenna in the palace he occupied, in the
Calle de los Plateros, he sent her frequently to spend her evenings at
the house of a female relation who received a select society, and with
whom his niece passed her time in a comparatively agreeable manner.
Now one evening when the assembly had been more numerous than usual, the
party did not break up till late.
At the first stroke of eleven, sounded by the ancient clock of the
convent of the Merced Doña Luz and her duenna, preceded by a peon
carrying a torch to light them, set off on their return home, casting
anxious looks, right and left, on account of the character of the
streets at that time of night. They had but a short distance to go, when
all at once, on turning the corner of the Calle San Agustin to enter
that of Plateros, four or five men of bad appearance seemed to rise from
the earth, and surrounded the two women, after having previously, by a
vigorous blow, extinguished the torch carried by the peon.
To express the terror of the young lady at this unexpected apparition,
is impossible.
She was so frightened that, without having the strength to utter a cry,
she fell on her knees, with her hands clasped, before the bandits.
The duenna, on the contrary, sent forth deafening screams.
The Mexican bandits, all very expeditious men, had, in the shortest time
possible, reduced the duenna to silence, by gagging her with her own
rebozo; then, with all the calmness which these worthies bring to the
exercise of their functions, assured as they are of the impunity granted
to them by that justice with which they generally go halves, proceeded
to plunder their victims.
The operation was shortened by the latter, for, so far from offering any
resistance, they tore off their jewels in the greatest haste, and the
bandits pocketed them with grins of satisfaction.
But, at the very height of this enjoyment, a sword gleamed suddenly over
their heads, and two of the bandits fell to the ground, swearing and
howling with fury.
Those who were left standing, enraged at this unaccustomed attack,
turned to avenge their companions, and rushed all together upon the
aggressor.
The latter, heedless of their numbers, made a step backwards, placed
himself on guard, and prepared to give them a welcome.
But, by chance, with the change in his position, the moonlight fell
upon his face. The bandits instantly drew back in terror, and promptly
sheathed their machetes.
"Ah, ah!" said the stranger, with a smile of contempt, as he advanced
towards them, "you recognise me, my masters, do you? By the Virgin! I am
sorry for it--I was preparing to give you a rather sharp lesson. Is this
the manner in which you execute my orders?"
The bandits remained silent, contrite and repentant, in appearance at
least.
"Come, empty your pockets, you paltry thieves, and restore to these
ladies what you have taken from them!"
Without a moment's hesitation, the thieves unbandaged the duenna, and
restored the rich booty which, an instant before, they had so joyfully
appropriated to themselves.
Doña Luz could not overcome her astonishment, she looked with the
greatest surprise at this strange man, who possessed such authority over
bandits acknowledging neither faith nor law.
"Is this really all?" he said, addressing the young lady, "are you sure
you miss nothing, señora?"
"Nothing--nothing, sir!" she replied, more dead than alive, and not
knowing at all what she said.
"Now, then, begone, you scoundrels," the stranger continued; "I will
take upon myself to be the escort of these ladies."
The bandits did not require to be twice told; they disappeared like a
flight of crows, carrying off the wounded.
As soon as he was left alone with the two women, the stranger turned
towards Doña Luz--
"Permit me, señorita," he said, with refined courtesy of manner, "to
offer you my arm as far as your palace; the fright you have just
experienced must render your steps uncertain."
Mechanically, and without reply, the young girl placed her hand within
the arm so courteously offered to her, and they moved forward.
"When they arrived at the palace, the stranger knocked at the door, and
then taking off his hat, said,--
"Señorita, I am happy that chance has enabled me to render you a slight
service. I shall have the honour of seeing you again. I have already,
for a long time, followed your steps like your shadow. God, who has
granted me the favour of an opportunity of speaking with you once, will,
I feel assured, grant me a second, although, in a few days, you are to
set out on a long journey. Permit me then to say not _adieu_, but _au
revoir_."
After bowing humbly and gracefully to the young lady, he departed at a
rapid pace.
A fortnight after this strange adventure, of which she did not think fit
to speak to her uncle, Doña Luz quitted Mexico, without having again
seen the unknown. Only, on the eve of her departure, when retiring to
her bedchamber, she found a folded note upon her _prie-dieu_. In this
note were the following words, written in an elegant hand:--
"You are going, Doña Luz! Remember that I told you I should see you
again.
"Your preserver of the Calle de los Plateros."
For a long time this strange meeting strongly occupied the mind of the
young girl; for an instant, she had even believed that Loyal Heart and
her unknown preserver were the same man; but this supposition had soon
faded away. What probability was there in it? With that object could
Loyal Heart, after having saved her, so quickly have departed? That
would have been absurd.
But, by one of those consequences (or those inconsequences, whichever
the reader pleases) of the human mind, in proportion as the affair of
Mexico was effaced from her thoughts, that of Loyal Heart, became more
prominent.
She longed to see the hunter and talk with him.
Why?
She did not herself know. To see him,---to hear his voice,--to meet his
look, at once so soft and so proud,--nothing else; all maidens would
have done the same.
But how was she to see him again?
In reply to that question arose an impossibility, before which the poor
girl dropped her head with discouragement.
And yet something at the bottom of her heart, perhaps that voice divine
which in the reflections of love whispers to young girls, told her that
her wish would soon be accomplished.
She hoped, then?
What for?
For some unforeseen incident,--a terrible danger, perhaps,--which might
again bring them together.
True love may doubt sometimes, but it never despairs.
Four days after the establishment of the camp upon the hill, in the
evening, when retiring to her tent, Doña Luz smiled inwardly as she
looked at her uncle, who was pensively preparing to go to rest.
She had at length thought of a means of going in search of Loyal Heart.