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Susy; A Story of the Plains



by Bret Harte







CHAPTER I。





Where the San Leandro turnpike stretches its dusty; hot; and

interminable length along the valley; at a point where the heat and

dust have become intolerable; the monotonous expanse of wild oats on

either side illimitable; and the distant horizon apparently remoter

than ever; it suddenly slips between a stunted thicket or hedge of

〃scrub oaks;〃 which until that moment had been undistinguishable

above the long; misty; quivering level of the grain。  The thicket

rising gradually in height; but with a regular slope whose gradient

had been determined by centuries of western trade winds; presently

becomes a fair wood of live…oak; and a few hundred yards further at

last assumes the aspect of a primeval forest。  A delicious coolness

fills the air; the long; shadowy aisles greet the aching eye with a

soothing twilight; the murmur of unseen brooks is heard; and; by a

strange irony; the enormous; widely…spaced stacks of wild oats are

replaced by a carpet of tiny…leaved mosses and chickweed at the

roots of trees; and the minutest clover in more open spaces。  The

baked and cracked adobe soil of the now vanished plains is exchanged

for a heavy red mineral dust and gravel; rocks and boulders make

their appearance; and at times the road is crossed by the white

veins of quartz。  It is still the San Leandro turnpike;a few miles

later to rise from this canada into the upper plains again;but it

is also the actual gateway and avenue to the Robles Rancho。  When

the departing visitors of Judge Peyton; now owner of the rancho;

reach the outer plains again; after twenty minutes' drive from the

house; the canada; rancho; and avenue have as completely disappeared

from view as if they had been swallowed up in the plain。



A cross road from the turnpike is the usual approach to the casa or

mansion;a long; low quadrangle of brown adobe wall in a bare but

gently sloping eminence。  And here a second surprise meets the

stranger。  He seems to have emerged from the forest upon another

illimitable plain; but one utterly trackless; wild; and desolate。

It is; however; only a lower terrace of the same valley; and; in

fact; comprises the three square leagues of the Robles Rancho。

Uncultivated and savage as it appears; given over to wild cattle and

horses that sometimes sweep in frightened bands around the very casa

itself; the long south wall of the corral embraces an orchard of

gnarled pear…trees; an old vineyard; and a venerable garden of

olives and oranges。  A manor; formerly granted by Charles V。 to Don

Vincente Robles; of Andalusia; of pious and ascetic memory; it had

commended itself to Judge Peyton; of Kentucky; a modern heretic

pioneer of bookish tastes and secluded habits; who had bought it of

Don Vincente's descendants。  Here Judge Peyton seemed to have

realized his idea of a perfect climate; and a retirement; half…

studious; half…active; with something of the seignioralty of the old

slaveholder that he had been。  Here; too; he had seen the hope of

restoring his wife's healthfor which he had undertaken the

overland emigrationmore than fulfilled in Mrs。 Peyton's improved

physical condition; albeit at the expense; perhaps; of some of the

languorous graces of ailing American wifehood。



It was with a curious recognition of this latter fact that Judge

Peyton watched his wife crossing the patio or courtyard with her arm

around the neck of her adopted daughter 〃Suzette。〃  A sudden memory

crossed his mind of the first day that he had seen them together;

the day that he had brought the child and her boy…companiontwo

estrays from an emigrant train on the plainsto his wife in camp。

Certainly Mrs。 Peyton was stouter and stronger fibred; the wonderful

Californian climate had materialized her figure; as it had their

Eastern fruits and flowers; but it was stranger that 〃Susy〃the

child of homelier frontier blood and parentage; whose wholesome

peasant plumpness had at first attracted themshould have grown

thinner and more graceful; and even seemed to have gained the

delicacy his wife had lost。  Six years had imperceptibly wrought

this change; it had never struck him before so forcibly as on this

day of Susy's return from the convent school at Santa Clara for the

holidays。



The woman and child had reached the broad veranda which; on one side

of the patio; replaced the old Spanish corridor。  It was the single

modern innovation that Peyton had allowed himself when he had broken

the quadrangular symmetry of the old house with a wooden 〃annexe〃 or

addition beyond the walls。  It made a pleasant lounging…place;

shadowed from the hot midday sun by sloping roofs and awnings; and

sheltered from the boisterous afternoon trade winds by the opposite

side of the court。  But Susy did not seem inclined to linger there

long that morning; in spite of Mrs。 Peyton's evident desire for a

maternal tete…a…tete。  The nervous preoccupation and capricious

ennui of an indulged child showed in her pretty but discontented

face; and knit her curved eyebrows; and Peyton saw a look of pain

pass over his wife's face as the young girl suddenly and half…

laughingly broke away and fluttered off towards the old garden。



Mrs。 Peyton looked up and caught her husband's eye。



〃I am afraid Susy finds it more dull here every time she returns;〃

she said; with an apologetic smile。  〃I am glad she has invited one

of her school friends to come for a visit to…morrow。  You know;

yourself; John;〃 she added; with a slight partisan attitude; 〃that

the lonely old house and wild plain are not particularly lively for

young people; however much they may suit YOUR ways。〃



〃It certainly must be dull if she can't stand it for three weeks in

the year;〃 said her husband dryly。  〃But we really cannot open the

San Francisco house for her summer vacation; nor can we move from

the rancho to a more fashionable locality。  Besides; it will do her

good to run wild here。  I can remember when she wasn't so

fastidious。  In fact; I was thinking just now how changed she was

from the day when we picked her up〃



〃How often am I to remind you; John;〃 interrupted the lady; with

some impatience; 〃that we agreed never to speak of her past; or even

to think of her as anything but our own child。  You know how it

pains me!  And the poor dear herself has forgotten it; and thinks of

us only as her own parents。  I really believe that if that wretched

father and mother of hers had not been killed by the Indians; or

were to come to life again; she would neither know them nor care for

them。  I mean; of course; John;〃 she said; averting her eyes from a

slightly cynical smile on her husband's face; 〃that it's only

natural for young children to be forgetful; and ready to take new

impressions。〃



〃And as long; dear; as WE are not the subjects of this youthful

forgetfulness; and she isn't really finding US as stupid as the

rancho;〃 replied her husband cheerfully; 〃I suppose we mustn't

complain。〃



〃John; how can you talk such nonsense?〃 said Mrs。 Peyton impatiently。

〃But I have no fear of that;〃 she added; with a slightly ostentatious

confidence。  〃I only wish I was as sure〃



〃Of what?〃



〃Of nothing happening that could take her from us。  I do not mean

death; John;like our first little one。  That does not happen to

one twice; but I sometimes dread〃



〃What?  She's only fifteen; and it's rather early to think about the

only other inevitable separation;marriage。  Come; Ally; this is

mere fancy。  She has been given up to us by her family;at least;

by all that we know are left of them。  I have legally adopted her。

If I have not made her my heiress; it is because I prefer to leave

everything to YOU; and I would rather she should know that she was

dependent upon you for the future than upon me。〃



〃And I can make a will in her favor if I want to?〃 said Mrs。 Peyton

quickly。



〃Always;〃 r

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