Emerson's Wife and Other Western Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 214 pages of information about Emerson's Wife and Other Western Stories.

Emerson's Wife and Other Western Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 214 pages of information about Emerson's Wife and Other Western Stories.

“Come!” called Ambrosio from the portal.

Half an hour later the train was carrying them back to Acoma.  Colonel Kate at once sent a note to Barbara’s lover, telling him what had happened.  But the messenger, being a small boy, met other small boys on the way, and by the time the young officer read the news the Indian girl was well on her way toward home.

Lieutenant Wemple applied for leave of absence, and as soon as possible he followed old Ambrosio.  At Laguna, where he left the railroad, he hired a horse and inquired the way to Acoma.  It was the middle of the night, but he refused to wait for daylight, and started at once across the plain, galloping as though life and death depended on his mission.  In the early morning he reached the great rock-island of Acoma, towering four hundred feet above the plain, and climbed the steep ascent to the village on its summit.  A file of maidens, and among them his lover’s eye quickly sought out Barbara, were coming from the pool far beyond, carrying water jars upon their heads, graceful as a procession of Caryatides.  Wemple found his way to Ambrosio’s door, where the old chief was sitting in the early sunlight.  As he stopped his horse Barbara came up the street, her tinaja poised on her head.  One swift and frightened flash of her black eyes was all the recognition she gave him as she hurried into the house.

Briefly the Lieutenant told the old man that he loved Barbara and wished to marry her.  Inside the house the girl stood out of sight, listening anxiously for her father’s reply, although she well knew what it would be.

“The senor forgets that my daughter is an Indian and that he is a white man.”

“I do not care whether she is Indian or white.  I love her and I want her to be my wife.”

“You mean that you do not care what she is now.  But after she is your wife you want her to be a white woman in her heart.  You want to take her away from me, her father, and away from her mother, and her clan, and all our people, and make her forget us and forget that she is an Indian.  No!”

“No, senor!” urged the Lieutenant, “I do not wish her to forget you.  She shall come back to visit you whenever she wishes.”

A crafty look came into Ambrosio’s eyes.  “There is one way,” he went on quietly, not heeding Wemple’s reply, “in which you may make her your wife.  But there is only one.”

The officer leaned eagerly forward in his saddle and the girl inside the door clasped her hands and listened breathlessly.  The old Indian went on, slowly and deliberately, as if to give his listener time to weigh his words, while his keen eyes searched the white man’s face.

“You think my daughter loves you well enough to forsake and forget her people if I would let her.  Do you love her well enough to leave your people and become one of us?  Do you love her well enough to be an Indian all the rest of your life, wear your hair in side-locks, enter the clan of the eagle, or the panther, become Koshare or Cuirana, dance at the feasts, forget your people, and never again be other than an Indian?  If you do, speak, and she shall be your wife.”

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