首页 >出版文学> Trent’s Trust and Other Stories>第38章
  “Theholyfathersusedsometimestoletmeridewiththemontheirmules,“saidConcha,leaningoverhersaddletowardstheschoolmaster。
  “Eh,what,missy?“saidtheProtestantMr。Hoover,prickinguphisears。“NowyoujustlistentoMr。Brooks’sdoctrines,andnevermindthemPapists,“headdedasherodeaway,withthefirmconvictionthatthemasterhadalreadycommencedthetaskofherspiritualconversion。
  Thenextdaythemasterawoketofindhislittleschoolfamous。
  Whateverweretheexaggerationsorwhateverthefanciescarriedhometotheirparentsbythechildren,theresultwasanoverwhelminginterestintheproceedingsandpersonneloftheschoolbythewholedistrict。PeoplehadalreadycalledattheHooverranchtoseeMrs。Hoover’sprettyadopteddaughter。Themaster,onhiswaytotheschoolroomthatmorning,hadfoundafewwoodmenandcharcoalburnersloungingonthebridlepaththatledfromthemainroad。Twoorthreeparentsaccompaniedtheirchildrentoschool,assertingtheyhadjustdroppedintoseehow“Aramanta“or“Tommy“were“gettin’on。“Astheschoolbegantoassembleseveralunfamiliarfacespassedthewindowsorwereboldlyflattenedagainsttheglass。Thelittleschoolhousehadnotseensuchagatheringsinceithadbeenborrowedforapoliticalmeetinginthepreviousautumn。AndthemasternoticedwithsomeconcernthatmanyofthefaceswerethesamewhichhehadseenupliftedtotheglitteringperiodsofColonelStarbottle,“thewarhorseoftheDemocracy。“
  Forhecouldnotshuthiseyestothefactthattheycamefromnomerecuriositytoseethenovelandbizarre;noappreciationofmerepicturesquenessorbeauty;andalas!fromnoenthusiasmfortheprogressionofeducation。Heknewthepeopleamongwhomhehadlived,andherealizedthefatalquestionof“color“hadbeenraisedinsomemysteriouswaybythoseSouthwesternemigrantswhohadcarriedintothis“freestate“theirinheritedprejudices。A
  fewwordsconvincedhimthattheunhappychildrenhadvariouslydescribedthecomplexionoftheirnewfellowpupil,anditwasbelievedthatthe“No’th’n“schoolmaster,aidedandabettedby“capital“inthepersonofHiramHoover,hadintroducedeithera“niggerwench,“a“Chinesegirl,“oran“Injinbaby“tothesameeducationalprivilegesasthe“purewhites,“andsocontaminatedthesonsoffreemenintheirverynests。HewasabletoreassuremanythatthechildwasofSpanishorigin,butamajoritypreferredtheevidenceoftheirownsenses,andlingeredforthatpurpose。
  Asthehourforherappearancedrewnearandpassed,hewasseizedwithasuddenfearthatshemightnotcome,thatMr。Hooverhadbeenprevaileduponbyhiscompatriots,inviewoftheexcitement,towithdrawherfromtheschool。Butafaintcheerfromthebridlepathsatisfiedhim,andthenextmomentalittleretinuesweptbythewindow,andheunderstood。TheHoovershadevidentlydeterminedtoaccenttheSpanishcharacteroftheirlittlecharge。
  Concha,withablackridingskirtoverherflounces,wasnowmountedonahandsomepintomustangglitteringwithsilvertrappings,accompaniedbyavaqueroinavelvetjacket,Mr。Hooverbringinguptherear。He,asheinformedthemaster,hadmerelycometoshowthewaytothevaquero,whohereafterwouldalwaysaccompanythechildtoandfromschool。Whetherornothehadbeeninducedtothisdisplaybytheexcitementdidnottranspire。
  Enoughthattheeffectwasasuccess。Theridingskirtandhermustang’sfripperieshadaddedtoConcha’spiquancy,andifheroriginwasstilldoubtedbysome,thechildherselfwasacceptedwithenthusiasm。Theparentswhowerespectatorswereproudofthisdistinguishedaccessiontotheirchildren’splaymates,andwhenshedismountedamidtheacclaimofherlittlecompanions,itwaswiththeaplombofaqueen。
  Themasteraloneforesawtroubleinthisencouragementofherprecociousmanner。Hereceivedherquietly,andwhenshehadremovedherridingskirt,glancingatherfeet,saidapprovingly,“Iamgladtoseeyouhavechangedyourslippers;Ihopetheyfityoumorefirmlythantheothers。“
  Thechildshruggedhershoulders。“Quiensabe。ButPedrothevaquerowillhelpmenowonmyhorsewhenhecomesforme。“
  Themasterunderstoodthecharacteristicnonsequiturasanallusiontohiswantofgallantryonthepreviousday,buttooknonoticeofit。Nevertheless,hewaspleasedtoseeduringthedaythatshewaspayingmoreattentiontoherstudies,althoughtheyweregenerallyrehearsedwiththelanguidindifferencetoallmentalaccomplishmentwhichbelongedtoherrace。Oncehethoughttostimulateheractivitythroughherpersonalvanity。
  “WhycanyounotlearnasquicklyasMatildaBromly?Sheisonlytwoyearsolderthanyou,“hesuggested。
  “Ah!MotherofGod!——whydoesshethentrytowearroseslikeme?
  Andwiththathair。Itbecomeshernot。“
  ThemasterbecamethusawareforthefirsttimethattheelderBromlygirl,in“thesincerestformofflattery“toheridol,waswearingayellowroseinhertawnylocks,and,further,thatMasterBromlywithexquisitehumorhadburlesquedhissister’simitationwithaverysmallcarrotstuckabovehisleftear。Thisthemasterpromptlyremoved,addinganadditionalsumtothehumorist’salreadyoverflowingslatebywayofpenance,andreturnedtoConcha。“Butwouldn’tyouliketobeascleverasshe?——youcanifyouwillonlylearn。“
  “WhatforshouldI?Lookyou;shehasadevotionforthetallone——
  theboyBrown!Ah!Iwanthimnot。“
  Yet,notwithstandingthislackofnobleambition,Conchaseemedtohaveabsorbedthe“devotion“oftheboys,bigandlittle,andasthemasterpresentlydiscoveredeventhatofmanyoftheadultpopulation。Therewerealwaysloungersonthebridlepathattheopeningandclosingofschool,andthevaquero,whonowalwaysaccompaniedher,becameanobjectofenvy。Possiblythiscausedthemastertoobservehimclosely。Hewastallandthin,withasmoothcomplexionlessface,buttothemaster’sastonishmenthehadthebluegrayeyeofthehigherorCastiliantypeofnativeCalifornian。FurtherinquiryprovedthathewasasonofoneoftheoldimpoverishedSpanishgrantholderswhoseleaguesandcattlehadbeenmortgagedtotheHoovers,whonowretainedthesontocontrolthelivestock“onshares。““Itlookskinderezefhemighthevaneyeonthatpoortylittlegalwhenshe’sanagetomarry,“suggestedajealousswain。Forseveraldaysthegirlsubmittedtoherschooltaskswithherusuallanguidindifferenceanddidnotagaintransgresstheordinaryrules。NordidMr。
  Brooksagainrefertotheirhopelessconversation。Butoneafternoonhenoticedthatinthesilenceandpreoccupationoftheclassshehadsubstitutedanothervolumeforhertext-bookandwasperusingitwiththearticulatinglipsoftheunpracticedreader。
  Hedemandeditfromher。Withblazingeyesandbothhandsthrustintoherdesksherefusedanddefiedhim。Mr。Brooksslippedhisarmsaroundherwaist,quietlyliftedherfromthebench——feelingherlittleteethpiercethebackofhishandashedidso,butsecuredthebook。Twooftheelderboysandgirlshadrisenwithexcitedfaces。
  “Sitdown!“saidthemastersternly。
  Theyresumedtheirplaceswithawedlooks。Themasterexaminedthebook。ItwasalittleSpanishprayerbook。“Youwerereadingthis?“hesaidinherowntongue。
  “Yes。Youshallnotpreventme!“sheburstout。“MotherofGod!
  THEYwillnotletmereaditattheranch。Theywouldtakeitfromme。AndnowYOU!“
  “Youmayreaditwhenandwhereyoulike,exceptwhenyoushouldbestudyingyourlessons,“returnedthemasterquietly。“Youmaykeepithereinyourdeskandperuseitatrecess。Cometomeforitthen。Youarenotfittoreaditnow。“
  Thegirllookedupwithastoundedeyes,whichinthecapriciousnessofherpassionatenaturethenextmomentfilledwithtears。Thendroppingonherkneesshecaughtthemaster’sbittenhandandcovereditwithtearsandkisses。Buthequietlydisengageditandliftedhertoherseat。Therewasasnifflingsoundamongthebenches,which,however,quicklysubsidedasheglancedaroundtheroom,andtheincidentended。
  Regularlythereaftershetookherprayerbookbackatrecessanddisappearedwiththechildren,finding,asheafterwardslearned,aseatunderasecludedbuckeyetree,whereshewasnotdisturbedbythemuntilherorisonswereconcluded。Thechildrenmusthaveremainedloyaltosomecommandofhers,fortheincidentandthiscustomwerenevertoldoutofschool,andthemasterdidnotconsiderithisdutytoinformMr。orMrs。Hoover。Ifthechildcouldrecognizesomecheck——evenifitweredeemedbysomeasuperstitiousone——overhercapriciousandprecociousnature,whyshouldheinterfere?
  Onedayatrecesshepresentlybecameconsciousoftheceasingofthosesmallvoicesinthewoodsaroundtheschoolhouse,whichwerealwaysasfamiliarandpleasanttohiminhisseclusionasthesongoftheirplayfellows——thebirdsthemselves。Thecontinuedsilenceatlastawakenedhisconcernandcuriosity。Hehadseldomintrudeduponorparticipatedintheirgamesoramusements,rememberingwhenaboyhimselftheheavyincompatibilityofthebestintentionedadultintrudertoeventhemosthypocriticallypolitechildatsuchamoment。Asenseofduty,however,impelledhimtostepbeyondtheschoolhouse,wheretohisastonishmenthefoundtheadjacentwoodsemptyandsoundless。Hewasrelieved,however,afterpenetratingitsrecesses,tohearthedistantsoundofsmallapplauseandtheunmistakablechokinggaspsofJohnnyStidger’spocketaccordion。Followingthesoundhecameatlastuponalittlehollowamongthesycamores,wherethechildrenweredisposedinaring,inthecentreofwhich,withahandkerchiefineachhand,Conchathemelancholy!——Conchathedevout!——wasdancingthatmostextravagantfeatofthefandango——theaudacioussembicuaca!
  Yet,inspiteofherrudeanduncertainaccompaniment,shewasdancingitwithagrace,precision,andlightnessthatwaswonderful;inspiteofitsdoubtfulposesandseductivelanguorsshewasdancingitwiththeartlessgayetyandinnocence——perhapsfromthesuggestionofhertinyfigure——ofamerechildamonganaudienceofchildren。Dancingitalonesheassumedthepartsofthemanandwoman;advancing,retreating,coquetting,rejecting,coylybewitching,andatlastyieldingaslightlyandasimmateriallyastheflickeringshadowsthatfelluponthemfromthewavingtreesoverhead。Themasterwasfascinatedyettroubled。
  Whatiftherehadbeenolderspectators?Wouldtheparentstaketheperformanceasinnocentlyastheperformerandherlittleaudience?Hethoughtitnecessarylatertosuggestthisdelicatelytothechild。Hertemperrose,hereyesflashed。
  “Ah,theslipper,sheisforbidden。Theprayerbook——shemustnot。
  Thedance,itisnotgood。Truly,thereisnothing。“
  Forseveraldaysshesulked。Onemorningshedidnotcometoschool,northenext。AtthecloseofthethirddaythemastercalledattheHoovers’ranch。