第 17 节
作者:南方网      更新:2021-02-19 00:20      字数:9322
  sprinkled with suns and worlds。  Suddenly into the tranquil
  spaces there was flung a sound of joy and revelry; and the
  girls stepped to a lattice at the end of the corridor and
  looked out。
  The residencia of Don Salvo Valasco was clearly visible from
  this site。  They saw that it was illuminated throughout。
  Lovely women; shining with jewels; and soldiers in scarlet and
  gold; were chatting through the graceful movements of the
  danza; or executing the more brilliant Jota Aragonesa。  The
  misty beauty of white lace mantillas; the glitter and color of
  fans and festival dresses; made a moving picture of great
  beauty。
  And as they watched it there was a cessation of the dance;
  followed by the rapid sweep of a powerful hand over the
  strings of a guitar。  Then a group of officers stepped
  together; and a great wave of melodious song; solemn and
  triumphant; thrilled the night。  It was the national hymn。
  Antonia and Isabel knew it。  Every word beat upon their
  hearts。  The power of association; the charm of a stately;
  fervent melody was upon them。
  〃It is Senor Higadillos who leads;〃 whispered Isabel; as a
  resonant voice; powerful and sweet; cried
  〃O list to the summons!  The blood of our sires;
  Boils high in our veins; and to vengeance inspires!
  Who bows to the yoke? who bends to the blow?〃
  and; without a moment's hesitation; the answer came in a
  chorus of enthusiastic cadences
  〃No hero will bend; no Mexican bow;
  Our country in tears sends her sons to the fight;
  To conquer; or die; for our land and our right。〃
  〃You see; the Mexicans think THEY are in the rightTHEY
  are patriots also; Antonia。〃
  The sorrowful girl spoke like a puzzled child; fretfully and
  uncertainly; and Antonia led her silently away。  What
  could she answer?  And when she remembered the dear fugitive;
  riding alone through the midnightriding now for life and
  libertyshe could not help the uprising again of that cold
  benumbing question〃Is it worth while?〃
  CHAPTER VII。
  A MEETING AT MIDNIGHT。
  〃All faiths are to their own believers just;
  For none believe because they will; but must;
  The priest continues what the nurse began;
  And thus the child imposes on the man。〃
  DRYDEN。
  〃if he be called upon to face
  Some awful moment; to which heaven has joined
  Great issues good or bad for humankind;
  Is happy as a lover; and attired
  With sudden brightness; like a man inspired;
  And through the heat of conflict keeps the law
  In calmness made; and sees what he foresaw;
  Or; if an unexpected call succeed;
  Come when it will; is equal to the need。〃
  WORDSWORTH。
  〃Ah! love; let us be true
  To one another; through the world which seems
  To lie before us like a land of dreams!〃
  The gathering at Don Valasco's was constantly repeated in
  various degrees of splendor among the loyal Mexicans of the
  city。  They were as fully convinced of the justice of their
  cause as the Americans were。  〃They had graciously
  permitted Americans to make homes in their country; now they
  wanted not only to build heretic churches and sell heretic
  bibles; but also to govern Texas after their own fashion。〃
  From a Mexican point of view the American settlers were a
  godless; atheistical; quarrelsome set of ingrates。  For eaten
  bread is soon forgotten; and Mexicans disliked to remember
  that their own independence had been won by the aid of the
  very men they were now trying to force into subjection。
  The two parties were already in array in every house in the
  city。  The Senora at variance with her daughters; their Irish
  cook quarrelling with their Mexican servants; only represented
  a state of things nearly universal。  And after the failure of
  the Mexicans at Gonzales to disarm the Americans; the
  animosity constantly increased。
  In every church; the priestsmore bitter; fierce and
  revengeful than either the civil or military powerurged on
  the people an exterminating war。  A black flag waved from the
  Missions; and fired every heart with an unrelenting vengeance
  and hatred。  To slay a heretic was a free pass through the
  dolorous pains of purgatory。  For the priesthood foresaw
  that the triumph of the American element meant the triumph of
  freedom of conscience; and the abolition of their own
  despotism。  To them the struggle was one involving all the
  privileges of their order; and they urged on the fight with
  passionate denunciations of the foe; and with magnificent
  promises of spiritual favors and blessings。  In the fortress;
  the plaza; the houses; the churches; the streets; their fiery
  words kept society in a ferment。
  But through all this turmoil the small duties of life went on。
  Soldiers were parading the streets; and keeping watch on the
  flat roofs of the houses; men were solemly{sic} swearing
  allegiance to Santa Anna; or flying by night to the camp of
  the Americans; life and death were held at a pin's fee; but
  eating and dressing; dancing and flirting were pursued with an
  eagerness typical of pleasure caught in the passing。
  And every hour these elements gathered intensity。  The always
  restless populace of San Antonio was at a feverish point of
  impatience。  They wanted the war at their own doors。  They
  wanted the quarrel fought out on their own streets。
  Business took a secondary place。  Men fingered weapons and
  dreamed of blood; until the temper of the town was as
  boisterous and vehement as the temper of the amphitheatre when
  impatiently waiting for the bulls and the matadores。
  Nor was it possible for Antonia to lock the door upon this
  pervading spirit。  After Doctor Worth's flight; it became
  necessary for her to assume control over the household。  She
  had promised him to do so; and she was resolved; in spite of
  all opposition; to follow out his instructions。  But it was by
  no means an easy task。
  Fray Ignatius had both the Senora and Rachela completely under
  his subjection。  Molly; the Irish cook; was already
  dissatisfied。  The doctor had saved her life and given her a
  good home and generous wages; and while the doctor was happy
  and prosperous Molly was accordingly grateful。  But a few
  words from the priest set affairs in a far pleasanter light to
  her。  She was a true Catholic; the saints sent the heretic
  doctor to help。  It was therefore the saints to whom gratitude
  was due。  Had she not earned her good wage?  And would not
  Don Angel Sandoval give her a still larger sum?  Or even
  the Brothers at the Mission of San Jose?  Molly listened to
  these words with a complacent pleasure。  She reflected that it
  would be much more agreeable to her to be where she could
  entirely forget that she had ever been hungry and friendless;
  and lying at death's door。
  Antonia knew also that Rachela was at heart unfaithful; and
  soon the conviction was forced on her that servants are never
  faithful beyond the line of their own interestthat it is;
  indeed; against certain primary laws of nature to expect it。
  Certainly; it was impossible to doubt that there was in all
  their dependents a kind of satisfaction in their misfortunes。
  The doctor had done them favorshow unpleasant was their
  memory!  The Senora had offended them by the splendor of her
  dress; and her complacent air of happiness。  Antonia's
  American ways and her habit of sitting for hours with a book
  in her hand were a great irritation。
  〃She wishes to be thought wiser than other womenas wise as
  even a holy priestSHE! that never goes to mass; and is
  nearly a heretic;〃 said the house steward; and as for the
  Senorita Isabel; a little trouble will be good for her!  Holy
  Mary! the way she has been pampered and petted!  It is an
  absurdity。  ‘Little dear;' and ‘angel;' are the hardest words
  she hears。  Si! if God did not mercifully abate a little the
  rich they would grow to be ‘almightys。'〃
  This was the tone of the conversation of the servants of the
  household。  It was not an unnatural tone; but it was a very
  unhappy one。  People cannot escape from the mood of mind they
  habitually indulge; and from the animus of the words they
  habitually use; and Antonia felt and understood the
  antagonistic atmosphere。  For the things which we know best of
  all are precisely the things which no one has ever told us。
  The Senora; in a plain black serge gown; and black rebozo over
  her head; spent her time in prayers and penances。  The care of
  her household had always been delegated to her steward; and to
  Rachela; while the duties that more especially belonged to
  her; had been fulfilled by her husband and by Antonia。  In
  many respects she was but a grown…up baby。  And so; in this
  great extremity; the only duty which pressed upon her was
  the idea of supplicating the saints to take charge of her
  unhappy affairs。
  And Fray Ignatius was daily more hard with her。  Antonia even
  suspected from his growing intolerance and bitterness; that
  the Americans were gaining unexpected advantages。  But she
  knew nothing of what was happening。  She could hear from afar
  off the marching and movements of soldiers; the blare of
  military music; the faint echoes of hurrahing multitudes; but
  there was no one to give her any certain information。  Still;
  she guessed something from the ang