Dixie: A monthly magazine, Vol. I, No. 2, February 1899Various
General
Dixie: A monthly magazine, Vol. I, No. 2, February 1899
Various
American literature -- Southern States -- Periodicals
The good Morcillo was not only economical, but somewhat avaricious, and
it occurred to him to use the influence of his relatives to obtain some
sort of office, and with this object in view he had come to the court at
Madrid. One morning he went to mass at St. Joseph’s Church, and standing
near the entrance, and turning aside to let a caballero pass, he saw Doña
Estrella, who was kneeling in prayer, her virgin lips moving in religious
fervor, and her eyes raised to Heaven with a most sweet and tender
expression. For the first time Señor Santiago felt a vivid impression,
and involuntarily he made a somewhat impious comparison between the
sublime young girl and an angel. He was always timid in the presence
of women, but this being was not a woman, she was a cherub. Being a
good Catholic, the hidalgo instantly repented of his sinful attention
to worldly affairs, and turning his back upon the young lady, began to
repeat his prayers; but he was unable to forget the cherub with the blue
eyes, and ten minutes later, moved by an irresistible attraction, he
turned and looked again. He saw her a second time, and felt his heart
beating. When the mass was over, the good Morcillo could contain himself
no longer. He turned quickly round and looked for her. The mother was
very near her daughter, and in front, one behind the other, were her
two sisters. However, in the crowd it was not easy to see that the four
belonged together, and besides, the hidalgo had no eyes for any except
the fair one. He tried to get nearer to her, but every one rose at the
same moment, and he again lost sight of her for a few moments. He tried
his best to force a way for himself through the crowd, but, being quite
confused, he paid no attention as to where he planted his feet, and many
of the faithful accosted him roughly, while others threw themselves
against him and prevented his getting out. The poor fellow was almost
suffocated, crushed and choking. He could hardly breathe, and perspired
freely, while his face became livid. His stoutness was his great
misfortune, and he missed the lady.
“Is it possible that I have fallen in love?” he asked himself when he got
into the street.
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