The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1913-03-08

8MG was she sure, because l
knew the woman was Span
ish. she got quite angry
and said she wasn't supposed to know
all the Spanish people in the city and
especially II they didn't have husbands.
That surprised me, for the woman had
looked quite like a great lady, and
when I went home / spoke to father
about il.
lie said he feared Estrella was right
we none Of us knew the Spanish wo-
man. But . told him. "she looks
like a queen, and she has a beautiful
carriage" He laughed and said yes.
she lad money and a good deal Of In
fiuence In high places. but the women
she knew were not the sort OF people
l would care about.
She was like no other Spanish woman
| had even seen. Most of them are as
white as %callas. powdered over the
lashes. but you could see the strong
bloom OF her skin even through the
thick coat Of rice powder b wore.
and her iashes were lovely. | noticed
that because she kept them half down
and looked out through them. But the
mos; fascinating thing about her was
the way he moved, like something
flowing: aud once in a shop | heard
her speak, and her voice was so at
tractlye, sweet aud rather thick, with
such a gracious. petting sound to It..
But she was always alone. With 1t all
she seemed TO lie mysterious, like her
quiet. closed up house. | got to max
Ing up stories about her, and sometimes
In my room In front Of my mirror l
practiced looking out through my
lashes. But 1t was n nuisance, for
though they weren't short they curled
back so suddenly that 1t didn't look
right. and my hair being blond and
flying into corkscrews and my being SO
little and forgetting not to step on my
tounces when | tried to sweep" alto
gether made II rather a failure in spite
of the black lace shawl.
But, though | thought about her. l
didn't say anything more to father or
Abby, because questions that hadn't
bothered them when l was little SEEM
ell to worry them now. Father was
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not do. One was not to be about In
our neighborhood alone. It was
changing. and. above all, never to so
over to Dupont street, for that, he
said, was getting to be notorious. and
he hated to have 1t 30 near. 1t was
only a block below US, but 1t seemed
to me very quiet. and, though Mr..
Rood's gambling house was on the cor
ner. there was never any noise there,
only such fine young men and some
that ! knew, all the time going In and
out of 1t.
But that pleased father least of any
thing, and he asked ms how would l
like TO move over to the North Beach
district, where all my friends were.
Talking It over with Halle and Els
trella, l liked the idea very much.
But when I came home again to the
old house, with the long windows aud
the palm and the long steps up to the
conservatory and all the rooms l knew.
the very idea that I could have thought
for Il moment OF going away from 1t
gave me a lump In my throat.
So 1 had to tell father that l couldn't.
He plnched my cheek and said, Next
year, then" And so we stayed on
This was in February, 1865.
The 18th OF May was my fathers
birthday. / always planned some lit
tie surprise for him beside his present,
and this morning l had got up very
early. before any one else was stir
ring. to slip down to the Washington
street market for some fine fresh
mushrooms. BE was e~xtravagantly
o n Of them. Father always said
that mushrooms should come In with
the dew to be good.
had bought a little straw basket,
green and red. and lined 1t with leaves,
and now l put on my white fiounced
gown and my nat green hat. so that
when l should come in with my basket
as they sat at breakfast 1t would seem
Tx a little fete. Then / went a-tiptoe
down the stairs. that would creak. for
] heard Lee. the Chinese boy. STIR