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 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 
 
 1 'YOU THINK YOU HAVE SAVED HER FROM DISGRACE 'Frontispiece 
 f\ PAGE 
 
 ^ SHE HALTED BEFORE A DOOR MARKED ' MAYOR'S OFFICE ' . 4 
 
 FOR SOME MINUTES THERE WAS ONLY THE RAPID SCRATCH- 
 
 to ING OF THE MAYOR'S PEN ... . . 15 
 
 Vx 'DO YOU KNOW WHO THAT WOMAN IS?' 21 
 
 'i DIDN'T ALLOW YOU'LD REMEMBER ME ' . . , .26 
 TENDED TO INCREASE THEIR GOOD HUMOUR . 35 
 ^ , ' DE KERNEL WON'T HAVE ANY BUT THE BEST CHAMPAGNE ' . 47 
 PENDLETON PLACED THE PACKET IN HIS VISITOR'S HAND . 6 1 
 HE MET PAUL'S SMILING FACE IN THE GLASS . . . . 64 
 
 ' TAKE THIS,' HE SAID . 68 
 
 ' GEORGE, DON'T LIE TO ME, OR ' 70 
 
 TOOK FROM IT A STRIPED COTTON HANDKERCHIEF. , . 72 
 TWO YOUNG GIRLS IN LIGHT SUMMER DRESSES . . i 75 
 THE THREE GENTLEMEN LIFTED THEIR HATS . . . .84 
 
 ' I SUPPOSE IT IS ALL RIGHT,' SHE SAID 92 
 
 HE SHARPLY CLOSED THE WINDOW. . . , . .113 
 A CARD IN A SCHOOLGIRL'S HAND ...... 120 
 
 HE WAS ENDEAVOURING TO PICK A QUARREL WITH A MAN 
 
 MERELY ON SUSPICION , . 132 
 
 HE LINGERED ON THE VERANDAH WITH A CIGAR . . . 137 
 ' I HOPE YOU HAVE HAD NO MORE WORDS WITH DON C/ESAR ' 144 
 A PRINTER'S PROOF-SLIP, WHICH HE HURRIEDLY GLANCED 
 
 OVER "". . . . .148
 
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 PAGE 
 
 ' YO GOT ME DAH, SAH ! YO GOT ME, DAH ! ' . . . . 162 
 
 GEORGE AT ONCE BECAME COMMUNICATIVE .... 163 
 HJJ WAS DRESSED IN A TIGHTLY-BUTTONED BLUE TROCK- 
 
 COAT 165 
 
 THE COLONEL POURED OUT A GLASS OF WHISKY . , . l68 
 
 HALTED A MOMENT AT THE DOORWAY l8l 
 
 A CAVALRYMAN WALKING WITH CLARCHEN . . . . 182 
 
 HIS UNAFFECTED AND SIMPLE GREETING . . , . 184 
 
 THEY TURNED AWAY TOGETHER IQ2 
 
 CROSSED HER KNEES WITH HER HANDS CLASPED OVER THEM 212 
 
 BOTH RODE WELL AND NATURALLY 2l6 
 
 TYING THEIR HORSES TO TWO BUSHES 223 
 
 THEIR ELBOWS RESTED UPON THE BROKEN WALL . . . 225 
 ' SO I HEAR YOU, TOO, ARE A CONQUEST OF THE BEAUTI 
 FUL SOUTH AMERICAN ' 23! 
 
 'THAT WILL DO, MR. HATHAWAY; I KNOW ALL' . ; : 250 
 
 PREPARED TO FOLLOW THEM 253 
 
 HE INFORMED THE PORTER THAT, OWING TO A CALL OF 
 
 BUSINESS, HE SHOULD TRY AND CATCH THE EXPRESS . 255 
 
 IT WAS A LADY'S HANDKERCHIEF . t . ., . . . 259 
 
 SHE WAS REGULAR AND RESOLUTE IN FEATURES . . . 263 
 
 HE DESCENDED THE STEPS . . i ; '. . . . 267 
 
 ' KATE HOWARD BY THE ETERNAL ! ' . , . . . 269 
 
 HOW SOON DID HE THINK THE PATIENT COULD BE REMOVED 277 
 
 IT WAS FROM MILLY WOODS 28 1 
 
 SHE RAN QUICKLY TOWARDS HIM 284 
 
 MR. WOODS, CALIFORNIAN AND REMINISCENT. . . . 293 
 
 'SHE FRIGHTENS ME!' SAID YERBA 298 
 
 ON HER KNEES BESIDE THE BED ...... 300
 
 OF 
 
 -THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 N San Francisco the 
 ' rainy season ' had been 
 making itself a reality 
 to the wondering East 
 ern immigrant. There 
 were short days of drift 
 ing clouds and flying 
 sunshine, and long suc 
 ceeding nights of inces 
 sant downpour, when 
 the rain rattled on the thin shingles or drummed 
 on the resounding zinc of pioneer roofs. The 
 shifting sand-dunes on the outskirts were beaten 
 motionless and sodden by the onslaught of 
 consecutive storms ; the south-east trades 
 
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 2 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 brought the saline breath of the outlying Pacific 
 even to the busy haunts of Commercial and 
 Kearney Streets ; the low-lying Mission-road 
 was a quagmire ; along the City Front, despite 
 of piles and pier and wharf, the Pacific tides 
 still asserted themselves in mud and ooze as 
 far as Sansome Street ; the wooden side-walks 
 of Clay and Montgomery Streets were mere 
 floating bridges or buoyant pontoons super 
 posed on elastic bogs ; Battery Street was the 
 Silurian beach of that early period on which 
 tin cans, packing-boxes, freight, household 
 furniture, and even the runaway crews of 
 deserted ships had been cast away. There 
 were dangerous and unknown depths in Mont 
 gomery Street and on the Plaza, and the wheels 
 of a passing carriage hopelessly mired had to 
 be lifted by the volunteer hands of a half-dozen 
 high-booted wayfarers, whose wearers were 
 sufficiently content to believe that a woman, 
 a child, or an invalid was behind its closed 
 windows, without troubling themselves or the 
 occupant by looking through the glass. 
 
 It was a carriage that, thus released, even 
 tually drew up before the superior public edifice
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 3 
 
 known as the City Hall. From it a woman, 
 closely veiled, alighted, and quickly entered 
 the building. A few passers-by turned to look 
 at her, partly from the rarity of the female 
 figure at that period, and partly from the 
 greater rarity of its being well-formed and 
 even lady-like. 
 
 As she kept her way along the corridor and 
 ascended an iron staircase, she was passed by 
 others more pre-occupied in business at the 
 various public offices. One of these visitors, 
 however, stopped as if struck by some fancied 
 resemblance in her appearance, turned, and 
 followed her. But when she halted before a 
 door marked ' Mayor's Office,' he paused also, 
 4nd, with a look of half-humorous bewilder 
 ment and a slight glance around him as if 
 seeking for someone to whom to impart his 
 arch fancy, he turned away. The woman then 
 entered a large ante-room with a certain quick 
 feminine gesture of relief, and, finding it empty 
 of other callers, summoned the porter, and 
 asked him some question in a voice so sup 
 pressed by the official severity of the apartment 
 as to be hardly audible. The attendant replied 
 
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 4 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 by entering another room marked 'Mayor's 
 Secretary,' and reappeared with a stripling of 
 
 She halted before a door marked ' Mayor's Office ' 
 
 seventeen or eighteen, whose singularly bright 
 eyes were all that was youthful in his composed 
 features. After a slight scrutiny of the woman
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 5 
 
 half boyish, half official he desired her to 
 be seated, with a certain exaggerated gravity 
 as if he was over-acting a grown-up part, and, 
 taking a card from her, re-entered his office. 
 Here, however, he did not stand on his head or 
 call out a confederate youth from a closet, as 
 the woman might have expected. To the left 
 was a green-baize door, outlined with brass- 
 studded rivets like a cheerful coffin-lid, and 
 bearing the mortuary inscription ' Private.' 
 This he pushed open, and entered the Mayor's 
 private office. 
 
 The municipal dignitary of San Francisco, 
 although an erect, soldier-like man of strong 
 middle age, was seated with his official chair 
 tilted back against the wall and kept in position 
 by his feet on the rungs of another, which in 
 turn acted as a support for a second man, who 
 was seated a few feet from him in an easy-chair. 
 Both were lazily smoking. 
 
 The Mayor took the card from his secretary, 
 glanced at it, said ' Hullo ! ' and handed it to his 
 companion, who read aloud ' Kate Howard,' 
 and gave a prolonged whistle. 
 
 ' Where is she ? ' asked the Mayor,
 
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 'In the ante-room, Sir.' 
 
 ' Anyone else there ? ' 
 
 1 No, Sir.' 
 
 ' Did you say I was engaged ? ' 
 
 ' Yes, Sir ; but it appears she asked Sam 
 who was with you, and when he told her, she 
 said, All right, she wanted to see Colonel 
 Pendleton too.' 
 
 The men glanced interrogatively at each 
 other, but Colonel Pendleton, abruptly antici 
 pating the Mayor's functions, said, ' Have her 
 in,' and settled himself back in his chair. 
 
 A moment later the door opened, and the 
 stranger appeared. As she closed the door 
 behind her she removed her heavy veil, and 
 displayed the face of a very handsome woman 
 of past thirty. It is only necessary to add that 
 it was a face known to the two men, and all 
 San Francisco. 
 
 ' Well, Kate,' said the Mayor, motioning to 
 a chair, but without rising or changing his atti 
 tude. ' Here I am, and here is Colonel Pendle 
 ton, and these are office hours. What can we 
 do for you ? ' 
 
 If he had received her with magisterial
 
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 formality, or even politely, she would have been 
 embarrassed, in spite of a certain boldness of 
 her dark eyes and an ever-present consciousness 
 of her power. It is possible that his own ease 
 and that of his companion was part of their 
 instinctive good-nature and perception. She 
 accepted it as such, took the chair familiarly, 
 and seated herself sideways upon it, her right 
 arm half-encircling its back and hanging over 
 it ; altogether an easy and not ungraceful pose. 
 
 ' Thank you, Jack I mean, Mr. Mayor 
 and you, too, Harry. I came on business. I 
 want you two men to act as guardians for my 
 little daughter.' 
 
 ' Your what ? ' asked the two men simul 
 taneously. 
 
 ' My daughter,' she repeated, with a short 
 laugh, which, however, ended with a note of 
 defiance. ' Of course, you don't know. Well,' 
 she added half-aggressively, and yet with the 
 air of hurrying over a compromising and 
 inexplicable weakness, ' the long and short of 
 of it is I've got a little girl down at the Con 
 vent of Santa Clara, and have had there ! 
 I've been taking care of her good care, too,
 
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 for some time. And now I want to put 
 things square for her for the future. See ? I 
 want to make over to her all my property it's 
 nigh on to seventy-five thousand dollars, for 
 Bob Snelling put me up to getting those water 
 lots a year ago and, you see, I'll have to have 
 regular guardians, trustees, or whatever you call 
 'em, to take care of the money for her.' 
 ( Who's her father ? ' asked the Mayor. 
 1 What's that to do with it ? ' she said im 
 petuously. 
 
 1 Everything because he's her natural 
 guardian,' 
 
 ' Suppose he isn't known ? Say dead, for 
 instance.' 
 
 ' Dead will do,' said the Mayor, gravely. 
 ' Yes, dead will do,' repeated Colonel Pendle- 
 ton. After a pause, in which the two men 
 seemed to have buried this vague relative, the 
 Mayor looked keenly at the woman. 
 
 ' Kate, have you and Bob Ridley had a 
 quarrel ? ' 
 
 ' Bob Ridley knows too much to quarrel 
 with me,' she said briefly. 
 
 ' Then you are doing this for no motive 
 other than that which you tell me ? '
 
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 ' Certainly. That's motive enough ain't 
 it? 
 
 ' Yes.' The Mayor took his feet off his 
 companion's chair and sat upright. Colonel 
 Pendleton did the same, also removing his 
 cigar from his lips. ' I suppose you'll think 
 this thing over ? ' he added. 
 
 ' No I want it done now right here in 
 this office.' 
 
 ' But you know it will be irrevocable.' 
 
 ' That's what I want it to be something 
 might happen afterwards.' 
 
 ' But you are leaving nothing for yourself, 
 and if you are going to devote everything to 
 this daughter, and lead a different life, 
 you'll ' 
 
 ' Who said I was ? ' 
 
 The two men paused, and looked at her. 
 
 ' Look here, boys, you don't understand. 
 From the day that paper is signed, I've nothing 
 to do with the child. She passes out of my 
 hands into yours, to be schooled, educated, and 
 made a rich girl out of and never to know 
 who or what or where / am. She doesn't 
 know now. I haven't given her and myself 
 away in that style you bet ! She thinks I'm
 
 io A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 only a friend. She hasn't seen me more than 
 once or twice, and not to know me again. 
 Why, I was down there the other day, and 
 passed her walking out with the Sisters and 
 the other scholars, and she didn't know me 
 though one of the Sisters did. But they're 
 mum they are, and don't let on. Why, now 
 I think of it, you were down there, Jack, pre 
 siding in big style as Mr. Mayor at the exercises. 
 You must have noticed her. Little thing, 
 about nine lot of hair, the same colour as 
 mine, and brown eyes. White and yellow 
 sash. Had a necklace on of real pearls I gave 
 her. / bought them, you understand, myself at 
 Tucker's gave two hundred and fifty dollars 
 for them and a big bouquet of white rosebuds 
 and lilacs I sent her.' 
 
 ' I remember her now on the platform,' said 
 the Mayor, gravely. ' So that is your child ? ' 
 
 ' You bet no slouch either. But that's 
 neither here nor there. What I want now is 
 you and Harry to look after her and her 
 property the same as if I didn't live. More 
 than that, as if I had never lived. I've come 
 to you two boys, because I reckon you're square
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE n 
 
 men and won't give me away. But I want to 
 fix it even firmer than that. I w r ant you to 
 take hold of this trust not as Jack Hammersley, 
 but as the Mayor of San Francisco \ And 
 when you make way for a new Mayor, he takes 
 up the trust by virtue of his office, you see, so 
 there's a trustee all along. I reckon there'll 
 always be a San Francisco and always a Mayor 
 at least till the child's of age ; and it gives 
 her from the start a father, and a pretty big 
 One too. Of course the new man isn't to know 
 the why and wherefore of this. It's enough 
 for him to take on that duty with his others, 
 without asking questions. And he's only got 
 to invest that money and pay it out as it's 
 wanted, and consult Harry at times.' 
 
 The two men looked at each other with ap 
 proving intelligence. ' But have you thought of 
 
 ^ntf 
 
 a successor for me, in case somebody shoots me 
 on sight any time in the next ten years ? ' asked 
 Pendleton, with a gravity equal to her own. 
 
 ' I reckon, as you're President of the El 
 Dorado Bank, you'll make that a part of every 
 president's duty too. You'll get the directors 
 to agree to it, just as Jack here will get the
 
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 Common Council to make it the Mayor's 
 business.' 
 
 The two men had risen to their feet, and, 
 after exchanging glances, gazed at her silently. 
 Presently the Mayor said 
 
 ' It can be done, Kate, and we'll do it for 
 you eh, Harry ? ' 
 
 ' Count me in,' said Pendleton, nodding. 
 
 ' But you'll want a third man.' 
 
 ' What's that for ? ' 
 
 ' The casting vote in case of any difficulty. 1 
 
 The woman's face fell. ' I reckoned to 
 keep it a secret with only you two,' she said 
 half-bitterly. 
 
 ' No matter. We'll find someone to act, or 
 you'll think of somebody and let us know.' 
 
 ' But I wanted to finish this thing right 
 here,' she said impatiently. She was silent for 
 a moment, with her arched black brows knitted. 
 Then she said abruptly, ' Who's that smart 
 little chap that let me in ? He looks as if he 
 might be trusted.' 
 
 ' That's Paul Hathaway, my secretary. 
 He's sensible, but too young. Stop ! I don't 
 know about that. There's no legal age neces-
 
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 sary, and he's got an awfully old head on him/ 
 said the Mayor, thoughtfully. 
 
 ' And / say his youth's in his favour/ said 
 Colonel Pendleton, promptly. ' He's been 
 brought up in San Francisco, and he's got no 
 
 d d old-fashioned Eastern notions to get 
 
 rid of, and will drop into this as a matter of 
 business, without prying about or wondering. 
 /'// serve with him/ 
 
 ' Call him in ! ' said the woman. 
 
 He came. Very luminous of eye, and 
 composed of lip and brow ; yet with the same 
 suggestion of ' making believe ' very much, as 
 if to offset the possible munching of forbidden 
 cakes and apples in his own room, or the hidden 
 presence of some still in his pocket. 
 
 The Mayor explained the case briefly, but 
 with business-like precision. ' Your duty, Mr. 
 Hathaway/ he concluded, ' at present will be 
 merely nominal and, above all, confidential. 
 Colonel Pendleton and myself will set the 
 thing going.' As the youth who had appa 
 rently taken in and ' illuminated ' the whole 
 subject with a single bright-eyed glance bowed 
 and was about to retire, as if to relieve himself
 
 i 4 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 of his real feelings behind the door, the woman 
 
 it 
 
 stopped him with a gesture. 
 
 ' Let's have this thing over now,' she said 
 to the Mayor. ' You draw up something that 
 we can all sign at once.' She fixed her eyes 
 on Paul, partly to satisfy her curiosity and 
 justify her predilection for him, and partly to 
 detect him in any overt act of boyishness. But 
 the youth simply returned her glance with a 
 cheerful, easy prescience, as if her past lay 
 clearly open before him. For some minutes 
 there was only the rapid scratching of the 
 Mayor's pen over the paper. Suddenly he 
 stopped and looked up. 
 
 ' What's her name? ' 
 
 1 She musn't have mine,' said the woman 
 quickly. 'That's a part of my idea. I give 
 that up with the rest. She must take a new 
 name that gives no hint of me. Think of one, 
 can't you, you two men ? Something that 
 would kind of show that she was the daughter 
 of the city, you know.' 
 
 ' You couldn't call her " Santa Francisca," 
 eh ? ' said Colonel Pendleton, doubtingly.
 
 A WARD OF THR GOLDEN GATE 15 
 
 1 Not much,' said the woman, with a serious 
 ness that defied any ulterior insinuation. 
 
 For some minutes there was only the rapid scratching of the 
 Mayor's pen 
 
 'Nor C hrysopolinia ? ' said the Mayor, 
 musingly.
 
 16 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 ' But that's only a first name. She must have 
 a family name,' said the woman, impatiently. 
 
 ' Can you think of something, Paul ? ' said 
 the Mayor, appealing to Hathaway. ' You're 
 a great reader, and later from your classics 
 than I am.' The Mayor, albeit practical and 
 Western, liked to be ostentatiously forgetful of 
 his old Alma Mater, Harvard, on occasions. 
 
 'How would Yerba Buena do, Sir?' re 
 sponded the youth gravely. ' It's the old 
 Spanish title of the first settlement here. It 
 comes from the name that Father Junipero 
 Serra gave to the pretty little vine that grows 
 wild over the sandhills, and means "Good 
 herb." He called it "A balm for the wounded 
 and sore." ' 
 
 1 For the wounded and sore ? ' repeated the 
 woman slowly. 
 
 ' That's what they say, 'responded Hathaway. 
 
 ' You ain't playing us, eh ? ' she said, with a 
 half-laugh that, however, scarcely curved the 
 open mouth with which she had been regarding 
 the young secretary. 
 
 ' No,' said the Mayor, hurriedly. ' It's true. 
 I've often heard it. And a capital name it
 
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 would be for her too. Yerba the first name, 
 Buena the second. She could be called Miss 
 Buena when she grows up.' 
 
 ' Yerba Buena it is,' she said suddenly. 
 Then, indicating the youth with a slight toss 
 of her handsome head. ' His head's level you 
 can see that.' 
 
 There was a silence again, and the scratch 
 ing of the Mayor's pen continued. Colonel 
 Pendleton buttoned up his coat, pulled his long 
 moustache into shape, slightly arranged his 
 collar, and walked to the window without look 
 ing at the woman. Presently the Mayor arose 
 from his seat, and, with a certain formal courtesy 
 that had been wanting in his previous manner, 
 handed her his pen and arranged his chair for 
 her at the desk. She took the pen, and rapidly 
 appended her signature to the paper. The 
 others followed, and, obedient to a sign from 
 him, the porter was summoned from the outer 
 office to witness the signatures. When this 
 was over, the Mayor turned to his secretary, 
 ' That's all just now, Paul.' 
 
 Accepting this implied dismissal with un 
 disturbed gravity, the newly made youthful 
 
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 18 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 guardian bowed and retired. When the green- 
 baize door had closed upon him, the Mayor 
 turned abruptly to the woman with the paper 
 in his hand. 
 
 ' Look here, Kate ; there is still time for 
 you to reconsider your action, and tear up this 
 solitary record of it. If you choose to do so, 
 say so, and I promise you that this interview, 
 and all you have told us, shall never pass 
 beyond these walls. No one will be the wiser 
 for it, and we will give you full credit for having 
 attempted something that was too much for you 
 to perform.' 
 
 She had half-risen from her chair when he 
 began, but fell back again in her former position 
 and looked impatiently from him to his com 
 panion, who was also regarding her earnestly. 
 
 ' What are you talking about ? ' she said 
 harply. 
 
 1 You, Kate,' said the Mayor. ' You have 
 given everything you possess to this child. 
 What provision have you made for yourself?' 
 
 ' Do I look played out ? ' she said, facing 
 them. 
 
 She certainly did not look like anything but
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 19 
 
 a strong, handsome, resolute woman ; but the 
 men did not reply. 
 
 ' That is not all, Kate,' continued the Mayor, 
 folding his arms and looking down upon her. 
 'Have you thought what this means? It is 
 the complete renunciation not only of any 
 claim but any interest in your child. That is 
 what you have just signed, and what it will 
 be our duty now to keep you to. From this 
 moment we stand between you and her, as we 
 stand between her and the world. Are you 
 ready to see her grow up away from you, 
 losing even the little recollection she has had 
 of your kindness passing you in the street 
 without knowing you, perhaps even having 
 you pointed out to her as a person she should 
 avoid ? Are you prepared to shut your eyes 
 and ears henceforth to all that you may hear 
 of her new life, when she is happy, rich, 
 respectable, a courted heiress perhaps the 
 wife of some great man ? Are you ready to 
 accept that she will never know that no one 
 will ever know that you had any share in 
 making her so, and that if you should ever 
 breathe it abroad we shall hold it our duty to 
 
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 20 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE ' 
 
 deny it, and brand the man who takes it up for 
 you as a liar and the slanderer of an honest girl ?' 
 
 'That's what I came here for/ she said 
 curtly ; then, regarding them curiously, and 
 running her ringed hand up and down the 
 railed back of her chair, she added, with a half- 
 laugh, ' What are you playin' me for, boys ? ' 
 
 ' But,' said Colonel Pendleton, without heed 
 ing her, ' are you ready to know that in sickness 
 or affliction you will be powerless to help her ; 
 that a stranger will take your place at her bed 
 side, that as she has lived without knowing you 
 she will die without that knowledge, or that if 
 through any weakness of yours it came to her 
 then, it would embitter her last thoughts of 
 earth and, dying, she would curse you ? ' 
 
 The smile upon her half-open mouth still 
 fluttered around it, and her curved fingers still 
 ran up and down the rails of the chair-back as if 
 they were the chords of some mute instrument, 
 to which she was trying to give voice. Her 
 rings once or twice grated upon them as if she 
 had at times gripped them closely. But she 
 rose quickly when he paused, said ' Yes ' 
 sharply, and put the chair back against the wall.
 
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 21 
 
 ' Then I will send you copies of this to 
 morrow, and take an assignment of the property.' 
 ' I've got the check here for it now,' she 
 
 ' Do yen know who that woman is ?
 
 22 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 said, drawing it from her pocket and laying it 
 upon the desk. ' There, I reckon that's finished. 
 Good-bye ! ' 
 
 The Mayor took up his hat, Colonel 
 Pendleton did the same ; both men preceded 
 her to the door, and held it open with grave 
 politeness for her to pass. 
 
 ' Where are you boys going ? ' she asked, 
 glancing from the one to the other. 
 
 ' To see you to your carriage, Mrs. Howard, 
 said the Mayor, in a voice that had become 
 somewhat deeper. 
 
 ' Through the whole building ? Past all the 
 people in the hall and on the stairs ? Why, I 
 passed Dan Stewart as I came in.' 
 
 ' If you will allow us ? ' he said, turning half- 
 appealingly to Colonel Pendleton, who without 
 speaking, made a low bow of assent. 
 
 A slight flush rose to her face the first and 
 only change in the even healthy colour she had 
 shown during the interview. 
 
 ' I reckon I won't trouble you, boys, if it's 
 all the same to you,' she said, with her half- 
 strident laugh. ' You mightn't mind being seen 
 but / would Good-bye.'
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 23 
 
 She held out a hand to each of the men, 
 who remained for an instant silently holding 
 them. Then she passed out of the door, slip 
 ping on her close black veil as she did so with 
 a half-funereal suggestion, and they saw her tall 
 handsome figure fade into the shadows of the 
 long corridor. 
 
 ' Paul,' said the Mayor, re-entering the office 
 and turning to his secretary, ' do you know who 
 that woman is ? ' 
 
 ' Yes, Sir.' 
 
 ' She's one in a million ! And now forget 
 that you have ever seen her.'
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 !HE principal parlour of 
 the New Golden Gate 
 Hotel in San Francisco, 
 fairly reported by the lo 
 cal press as being ' truly 
 palatial ' in its appoint 
 ments and unrivalled in 
 its upholstery, was, never 
 theless, on August 5, 
 1860, of that startling 
 newness that checked any familiarity, and 
 evidently had produced some embarrassment 
 in the limbs of four visitors who had just been 
 ushered into its glories. After hesitating before 
 one or two gorgeous fawn-coloured brocaded 
 easy-chairs of appalling and spotless virginity, 
 one of them seated himself despairingly on a 
 tete-a-tete sofa in marked and painful isolation, 
 while another sat uncomfortably upright on a
 
 25 
 
 sofa. The two others remained standing, 
 vaguely gazing at the ceiling, and exchanging 
 ostentatiously admiring but hollow remarks 
 about the furniture in unnecessary whispers. 
 Yet they were apparently men of a certain 
 habit of importance and small authority, with 
 more or less critical attitude in their speech. 
 
 To them presently entered a young man of 
 about five-and-twenty, with remarkably bright 
 and singularly sympathetic eyes. Having swept 
 the group in a smiling glance, he singled out 
 the lonely occupier of the tete-a-tete, and moved 
 pleasantly towards him. The man rose instantly 
 with an eager gratified look. 
 
 ' Well, Paul, I didn't allow you'ld remember 
 me. It's a matter of four years since we met at 
 Marysville. And now you're bein' a great man 
 you've . .' 
 
 No one could have known from the young 
 man's smiling face that he really had not recog 
 nised his visitor at first, and that his greeting 
 was only an exhibition of one of those happy 
 instincts for which he was remarkable. But, 
 following the clue suggested by his visitor, he 
 was able to say promptly and gaily
 
 26 
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 'I don't know why I should forget Tony 
 Shear or the Marysville boys/ turning with a 
 
 ' I didn't allow you'kl remember me ' 
 
 half-confiding smile to the other visitors, who, 
 after the human fashion, were beginning to be 
 resentfully impatient of this special attention.
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 27 
 
 ' Well, no for I've allus said that you took 
 your first start from Marysville. But I've 
 brought a few friends of our Party that I 
 reckoned to introduce to you. Cap'en Stidger, 
 Chairman of our Central Committee, Mr. Henry 
 J. Hoskins, of the firm of Hoskinsand Bloomer, 
 and Joe Slate, of the ' Union Press,' one of our 
 most promising journalists. Gentlemen,' he 
 continued, suddenly and without warning lifting 
 his voice to an oratorical plane in startling con 
 trast to his previous unaffected utterance, ' I 
 needn't say that this is the Honourable Paul 
 Hathaway the youngest State Senator in the 
 Legislature. You know his record ! ' Then 
 recovering the ordinary accents of humanity, he 
 added, ' We read of your departure last night 
 from Sacramento, and I thought we'd come 
 early, afore the crowd.' 
 
 ' Proud to know you, Sir,' said Captain 
 Stidger, suddenly lifting the conversation to the 
 platform again. ' I have followed your career, 
 Sir. I've read your speech, Mr. Hathaway, 
 and, as I was telling our mutual friend, Mr. 
 Shear, as we came along, I don't know any man 
 that could state the real Party issues as squarely.
 
 28 
 
 Your castigating exposition of so-called Jeffer- 
 sonian principles, and your relentless indictment 
 of the resolutions of '98, were were ' coughed 
 the Captain, dropping into conversation again 
 ' were the biggest thing out. You have only 
 to signify the day, Sir, that you will address us, 
 and I can promise you the largest audience in 
 San Francisco.' 
 
 ' I'm instructed by the proprietor of the 
 Union Press,' said Mr. Slate, feeling for his 
 notebook and pencil, ' to offer you its columns 
 for any explanations you may desire to make 
 in the form of a personal letter or an editorial 
 in reply to the Advertisers strictures on your 
 speech, or to take any information you may 
 have for the benefit of our readers and the 
 Party.' 
 
 ' If you are ever down my way, Mr. Hath 
 away,' said Mr. Hoskins, placing a large 
 business card in Hathaway's hand, ' and will 
 drop in as a friend, I can show you about 
 the largest business in the way of canned 
 provisions and domestic groceries in the State, 
 and give you a look around Battery-street 
 generally. Or if you'll name your day, I've
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 29 
 
 got a pair of 2*35 Blue Grass horses that'll spin 
 you out to the Cliff House to dinner and back. 
 I've had Governor Fiske, and Senator Doolan, 
 and that big English capitalist who was here 
 last year, and they well, Sir they were 
 pleased \ Or if you'ld like to see the town if 
 this is your first visit I'm on hand to show 
 you.' 
 
 Nothing could exceed Mr. Hathaway's 
 sympathetic acceptance of their courtesies, nor 
 was there the least affectation in it. Thoroughly 
 enjoying his fellow-men, even in their foibles, 
 they found him irresistibly attractive. ' I lived 
 here seven years ago,' he said, smilingly, to 
 the speaker. 
 
 ' When the water came up to Montgomery- 
 street,' interposed Mr. Shear, in a hoarse but 
 admiring aside. 
 
 ' When Mr. Hammersley was Mayor,' con 
 tinued Hathaway. 
 
 ' Had an official position private secretary 
 afore he was twenty,' explained Shear, in 
 perfectly audible confidence. 
 
 ' Since then the City has made great strides, 
 leaping full-grown, Sir, in a single night,' said
 
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 Captain Stidger, hastily ascending the rostrum 
 again with a mixed metaphor, to the apparent 
 concern of a party of handsomely dressed young 
 ladies who had recently entered the parlour. 
 1 Stretching from South Park to Black Point, 
 and running back to the Mission Dolores and 
 the Presidio, we are building up a metropolis, 
 Sir, worthy to be placed beside the Golden 
 Gate that opens to the broad Pacific and the 
 shores of far Cathay ! When the Pacific Rail 
 road is built we shall be the natural terminus 
 of the Pathway of Nations ! ' 
 
 Mr. Hathaway's face betrayed .no con 
 sciousness that he had heard something like 
 this eight years before, and that much of it had 
 come true, as he again sympathetically re 
 sponded. Neither was his attention attracted 
 by a singular similarity which the attitude of 
 the group of ladies on the other side of the 
 parlour bore to that of his own party. They 
 were clustered around one of their own 
 number a striking-looking girl who was 
 apparently receiving their mingled flatteries 
 and caresses with a youthful yet critical sym 
 pathy which, singularly enough, was not unlike
 
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 his own. It was evident also that an odd sort 
 of rivalry seemed to spring up between the two 
 parties, and that, in proportion as Hathaway's 
 admirers became more marked and ostentatious 
 in their attentions, the supporters of the young 
 girl were equally effusive and enthusiastic in 
 their devotion. As usual in such cases, the real 
 contest was between the partisans themselves ; 
 each successive demonstration on either side was 
 provocative or retaliatory, and when they were 
 apparently rendering homage to their idols they 
 were really distracted by and listening to each 
 other. At last, Hathaway's party being re 
 inforced by fresh visitors, a tall brunette of the 
 opposition remarked in a professedly confiden 
 tial but perfectly audible tone 
 
 ' Well, my dear, as I don't suppose you 
 want to take part in a political caucus, perhaps 
 we'd better return to the Ladies' Boudoir, 
 unless there's a committee sitting there too.' 
 
 ' I know how valuable your time must be, 
 as you are all business men,' said Hathaway, 
 turning to his party, in an equally audible tone ; 
 ' but before you go, gentlemen, you must let 
 me offer you a little refreshment in a private
 
 3 2 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 room/ and he moved naturally towards the 
 door. The rival fair, who had already risen at 
 their commander's suggestion, here paused 
 awkwardly over an embarrassing victory. 
 Should they go or stay ? The object of their 
 devotion, however, turned curiously towards 
 Hathaway. For an instant their eyes met. 
 The young girl turned carelessly to her com 
 panions and said : ' No ; stay here it's the 
 public parlour,' and her followers, evidently 
 accustomed to her authority, sat down again. 
 
 ' A galaxy of young ladies from the Convent 
 of Santa Clara, Mr. Hathaway,' explained 
 Captain Stidger, naively oblivious of any dis 
 courtesy on their part, as he followed Hath- 
 away's glance and took his arm as they moved 
 away. ' Not the least of our treasures, Sir. 
 Most of them daughters of pioneers and all 
 Californian bred and educated. Connoisseurs 
 have awarded them the palm, and declare that 
 for Grace, Intelligence, and Woman's Highest 
 Charms the East cannot furnish their equal.' 
 Having delivered this Parthian compliment in 
 an oratorical passage through the doorway, the 
 Captain descended, outside, into familiar speech.
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 33 
 
 ' But I suppose you will find that out for your 
 self if you stay here long. San Francisco 
 might furnish a fitting bride to California's 
 youngest Senator." 
 
 ' I am afraid that my stay here must be 
 brief, and limited to business,' said Hathaway, 
 who had merely noticed that the principal girl 
 was handsome and original-looking. ' In fact, 
 I am here partly to see an old acquaintance 
 Colonel Pendleton.' 
 
 The three men looked at each other 
 curiously. ' Oh ! Harry Pendleton, said Mr. 
 Hoskins, incredulously. ' You don't know 
 him ? ' 
 
 ' An old pioneer of course,' interposed 
 Shear, explanatorily and apologetically. 'Why, 
 in Paul's time the Colonel was a big man 
 here.' 
 
 ' I understand the Colonel has been un 
 fortunate,' said Hathaway gravely ; ' but, in 
 my time, he was President of the El Dorado 
 Bank.' 
 
 ' And the bank hasn't got through its settle 
 ment yet,' said Hoskins. ' I hope you ain't 
 expecting to get anything out of it ? ' 
 
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 34 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 ' No,' said Hathaway, smiling ; ' I was a 
 boy at that time, and lived up to my salary. 
 I know nothing of his bank difficulties, but it 
 always struck me that Colonel Pendleton was 
 himself an honourable man.' 
 
 ' It ain't that,' said Captain Stidger, ener 
 getically, ' but the trouble with Harry Pendle 
 ton is that he hasn't grown with the State, and 
 never adjusted himself to it. And he won't. 
 He thinks the Millennium was between the fall 
 of '49 and the spring of '50, and after that 
 everything dropped. He belongs to the old 
 days, when a man's simple word was good for 
 any amount if you knew him ; and they say 
 that the old bank hadn't a scrap of paper for 
 half that was owing to it. That was all very 
 well, Sir, in '49 and '50, and Luck ; but it 
 won't do for '59 and '60, and Business ! And 
 the old man can't see it.' 
 
 ' But he is ready to fight for it now, as in 
 the old time,' said Mr. Slate, ' and that's another 
 trouble with his chronology. He's done more 
 to keep up duelling than any other man in 
 the State, and don't know the whole spirit ot 
 progress and civilisation is against it.'
 
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 35 
 
 It was impossible to tell from Paul Hath- 
 away's face whether his sympathy with Colonel 
 
 Tended to increase their good humour 
 
 Pendleton's foibles or his assent to the criticisms 
 of his visitors was the truer. Both were no 
 doubt equally sincere. But the party was 
 
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 36 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 presently engaged in the absorption of refresh 
 ment, which, being of a purely spirituous and 
 exhilarating quality, tended to increase their 
 good humour with the host till they parted. 
 Even then a gratuitous advertisement of his 
 virtues and their own intentions in calling upon 
 him was oratorically voiced from available 
 platforms and landings, in the halls and stair 
 ways, until it was pretty well known throughout 
 the Golden Gate Hotel that the Hon. Mr. Paul 
 Hathaway had arrived from Sacramento, and 
 had received a ' spontaneous ovation.' 
 
 Meantime the object of it had dropped into 
 an easy-chair by the window of his room, and 
 was endeavouring to recall a less profitable 
 memory. The process of human forgetfulness 
 is not a difficult one between the ages of 
 eighteen and twenty-six, and Paul Hathaway 
 had not only fulfilled the Mayor's request by 
 forgetting the particulars of a certain transfer 
 that he had witnessed in the Mayor's office, but 
 in the year succeeding that request, being 
 about to try his fortunes in the mountains, he 
 had formally constituted Colonel Pendleton 
 to act as his proxy in the administration 01
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 37 
 
 Mrs. Howard's singular Trust, in which, how 
 ever, he had never participated except yearly to 
 sign his name. He was, consequently, some 
 what astonished to have received a letter a few 
 days before from Colonel Pendleton, asking 
 him to call and see him regarding it. 
 
 He vaguely remembered that it was eight 
 years ago, and eight years had worked con 
 siderable change in the original trustees, greatest 
 of all in his superior officer, the Mayor, who 
 had died the year following, leaving his trustee 
 ship to his successor in office, whom Paul 
 Hathaway had never seen. The Bank of El 
 Dorado, despite Mrs. Howard's sanguine belief, 
 had long been in bankruptcy, and, although 
 Colonel Pendleton still survived it, it was 
 certain that no other president would succeed 
 to his office as trustee, and that the function 
 would lapse with him. Paul himself, a soldier 
 of fortune, although habitually lucky, had only 
 lately succeeded to a profession if his political 
 functions could be so described. Even with 
 his luck, energy, and ambition, while everything 
 was possible, nothing was secure. It seemed, 
 therefore, as if the soulless official must 
 
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 eventually assume the duties of the two sympa 
 thising friends who had originated them, and 
 had stood in loco parentis to the constructive 
 orphan. The mother, Mrs. Howard, had 
 disappeared a year after the Trust had been 
 made it was charitably presumed in order to 
 prevent any complications that might arise 
 from her presence in the country. With these 
 facts before him, Paul Hathaway was more 
 concerned in wondering what Pendleton could 
 want with him than, I fear, any direct sympathy 
 with the situation. On the contrary, it ap 
 peared to him more favourable for keeping the 
 secret of Mrs. Howard's relationship, which 
 would now die with Colonel Pendleton and 
 himself ; and there was no danger of any 
 emotional betrayal of it in the cold official 
 administration of a man who had received the 
 Trust through the formal hands of successive 
 predecessors. He had forgotten the time 
 limited for the guardianship, but the girl must 
 soon be of age and off their hands. If there 
 had ever been any romantic or chivalrous 
 impression left upon his memory by the scene 
 in the Mayor's office, I fear he had put it away
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 39 
 
 with various other foolish illusions of his youth, 
 to which he now believed he was superior. 
 
 Nevertheless, he would see the Colonel, 
 and at once, and settle the question. He 
 looked at the address, ' St. Charles' Hotel.' 
 He remembered an old hostelry of that name, 
 near the Plaza. Could it be possible that it 
 had survived the alterations and improvements 
 of the city ? It was an easy walk through 
 remembered streets, yet with changed shops 
 and houses and faces. When he reached the 
 Plaza, scarce recognisable in its later frontages 
 of brick and stone, he found the old wooden 
 building still intact, with its villa-like galleries 
 and verandahs incongruously and ostentatiously 
 overlooked by two new and aspiring erections 
 on either side. For an instant he tried to 
 recall the glamour of old days. He remem 
 bered when his boyish eyes regarded it as the 
 crowning work of opulence and distinction ; he 
 remembered a ball given there on some public 
 occasion, which was to him the acme of social 
 brilliancy and display. How tawdry and trivial 
 it looked beside those later and more solid 
 structures! How inconsistent were those long
 
 40 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 latticed verandahs and balconies, pathetic record 
 of that first illusion of the pioneers that their 
 climate was a tropical one ! A restaurant and 
 billiard-saloon had aggrandised all of the lower 
 storey ; but there was still the fanlight, over 
 which the remembered title of ' St. Charles,' in 
 gilded letters, was now reinforced by the too 
 demonstrative legend, ' Apartments and Board, 
 by the Day or Week.' Was it possible that 
 this narrow, creaking staircase had once seemed 
 to him the broad steps of Fame and Fortune ? 
 On the first landing, a preoccupied Irish servant- 
 girl, with a mop, directed him. to a door at the 
 end of the passage, at which he knocked. The 
 door was opened by a grizzled negro servant, 
 who was still holding a piece of oily chamois- 
 leather in his hand ; and the contents of a. 
 duelling-case, scattered upon a table in the 
 centre of the room, showed what had been his 
 occupation. Admitting Hathaway with great 
 courtesy, he said 
 
 ' Marse Harry bin havin' his ole trubble, 
 San, and bin engaged just dis momen' on his 
 toylet ; ef yo'll accommodate yo'self on de sofa, 
 I inform him yo is heah.'
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 41 
 
 As the negro passed into the next room, 
 Paul cast a hasty glance around the apartment. 
 The furniture, originally rich and elegant, was 
 now worn threadbare and lustreless. A book 
 case, containing, among other volumes, a few 
 law books there being a vague tradition, as 
 Paul remembered, that Colonel Pendleton had 
 once been connected with the law a few 
 French chairs of tarnished gilt; a rifle in the 
 corner, a presentation sword in a mahogany 
 case, a few classical prints on the walls, and one 
 or two iron deed-boxes marked ' El Dorado 
 Bank,' were the principal objects. A mild 
 flavour of dry decay and methylated spirits 
 pervaded the apartment. Yet it was scrupu 
 lously clean and well kept, and a few clothes 
 neatly brushed and folded on a chair bore 
 witness to the servant's care. As Paul, how 
 ever, glanced behind the sofa, he was concerned 
 to see a coat, which had evidently been thrust 
 hurriedly in a corner, with the sleeve lining 
 inside out, and a needle and thread still sticking 
 in the seam. It struck him instantly that this 
 had been the negro's occupation, and that the 
 ( pistol-cleaning was a polite fiction.
 
 42 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 ' Yo'll have to skuse Marse Harry seein' 
 *yo in bed, but his laig's pow'ful bad to-day, 
 and he can't stand,' said the servant, re-entering 
 the room. ' Skuse me, Sah,' he added in a 
 dignified confidential whisper, half-closing the 
 door with his hand, ' but if yo wouldn't mind 
 avoidin' 'xcitin' or controversical topics in yo' 
 conversation it would be de better fo' him.' 
 
 Paul smilingly assented, and the black 
 retainer, with even more than the usual solemn 
 ceremonious exaggeration of his race, ushered 
 him into the bedroom. It was furnished in 
 the same faded glory as the sitting-room, with 
 the exception of a low iron camp-bedstead, 
 in which the tall soldierly figure of Colonel 
 Pendleton, clad in threadbare silk dressing- 
 gown, was stretched. He had changed in 
 eight years ; his hair had become grey, and 
 was thinned over the sunken temples, but his 
 iron-grey moustache was still particularly long 
 and well pointed. His face bore marks of 
 illness and care ; there were deep lines down 
 the angle of the nostril that spoke of alternate 
 savage outbreak and repression, and gave his 
 smile a sardonic rigidity. His dark eyes, that
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 43 
 
 shone with the exaltation of fever, fixed Paul's 
 on entering, and with the tyranny of an invalid 
 never left them. 
 
 'Well, Hathaway?' 
 
 With the sound of that voice Paul felt the 
 years slip away, and he was again a boy, look 
 ing up admiringly to the strong man, who now 
 lay helpless before him. He had entered the 
 room with a faint sense of sympathising supe 
 riority and a consciousness of having had ex 
 perience in controlling men. But all this fled 
 before Colonel Pendleton's authoritative voice ; 
 even its broken tones carried the old dominant 
 spirit of the man,. and Paul found himself ad 
 miring a quality in his old acquaintance that he 
 missed in his newer friends. 
 
 ' I haven't seen you for eight years, Hatha 
 way. Come here and let me look at you.' 
 
 Paul approached the bedside with boyish 
 obedience. Pendleton took his hand and gazed 
 at him critically. 
 
 ' I should have recognised you, Sir, for all 
 your moustache and your inches. The last 
 time I saw you was in Jack Hammersley's 
 office. Well, Jack's dead, and here / am, little
 
 44 
 
 better, I reckon. You remember Hammersley's 
 house ? ' 
 
 ' Yes,' said Paul, albeit wondering at the 
 question. 
 
 ' Something like this, Swiss villa style. I 
 remember when Jack put it up. Well, the last 
 time I was out, I passed there. And what do 
 you think they've done to it ? ' 
 
 Paul could not imagine. 
 
 ' Well, Sir,' said the Colonel gravely, 
 ' they've changed it into a Church Missionary 
 shop and Young Men's Christian Reading-room ! 
 But, that's " progress " and " improvement " ! ' 
 He paused, and, slowly withdrawing his hand 
 from Paul's, added with grim apology : ' You're 
 young, and belong to the new school, perhaps. 
 Well, Sir, I've read your speech ; I don't 
 belong to your Party mine died ten years ago 
 but I congratulate you. George ! Confound 
 it ! where's that boy gone ? ' 
 
 The negro indicated by this youthful title, 
 
 although he must have been ten years older 
 
 than his master, after a hurried shuffling in the 
 
 sitting-room, eventually appeared at the door. 
 
 George, champagne and materials for
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 45 
 
 cocktails for the gentleman. The best, you 
 understand. No new-fangled notions from 
 that new barkeeper.' 
 
 Paul, who thought he observed a troubled 
 blinking in George's eyelid, and referred it to a 
 fear of possible excitement for his patient, here 
 begged his host not to trouble himself that he 
 seldom took anything in the morning. 
 
 ' Possibly not, Sir ; possibly not,' returned 
 the Colonel, hastily. ' I know the new ideas 
 are prohibitive and some other blank thing, but 
 you're safe here from your constituents, and by 
 gad, Sir, I shan't force you to take it I It's 
 my custom, Hathaway an old one played out, 
 perhaps, like all the others, but a custom never 
 theless, and I'm only surprised that George, 
 who knows it, should have forgotten it.' 
 
 ' Pack is, Marse Harry,' said George, with 
 feverish apology, ' it bin gone 'scaped my mind 
 dis mo'nin' in de prerogation ob business, but 
 I'm goin' now shuah ! ' and he disappeared. 
 
 ' A good boy, Sir, but beginning to be con 
 taminated. Brought him here from Nashville 
 over ten years ago. Eight years ago they 
 proved to him that he was no longer a slave,
 
 46 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 and made him d d unhappy until I promised 
 
 him it should make no difference to him and he 
 could stay. I had to send for his wife and 
 child of course, a dead loss of eighteen hun 
 dred dollars when they set foot in the State 
 but I'm blanked if he isn't just as miserable 
 with them here, for he has to take two hours in 
 the morning and three in the afternoon every 
 day to be with 'em. I tried to get him to take 
 his family to the mines and make his fortune, 
 like those fellows they call bankers and operators 
 and stockbrokers nowadays ; or to go to Oregon, 
 where they'll make him some kind of a mayor 
 or sheriff but he won't. He collects my rents 
 on some little property I have left, and pays my 
 bills, Sir, and, if this blank civilisation would 
 only leave him alone, he'd be a good enough 
 boy.' 
 
 Paul couldn't help thinking that the rents 
 George collected were somewhat inconsistent 
 with those he was evidently mending when he 
 arrived, but at that moment the jingle of glasses 
 was heard in the sitting-room, and the old negro 
 reappeared at the door. Drawing himself up 
 with ceremonious courtesy, he addressed Paul.
 
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 47 
 
 ' Wo'd yo mind, Sah, taking a glance at de 
 wine for yo' choice ? ' Paul rose, and followed 
 
 ' De Kernel won't have any but de best champagne : 
 
 him into the sitting-room, when George care 
 fully closed the door. To his surprise Hatha-
 
 48 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 way beheld a tray with two glasses of whisky 
 and bitters, but no wine. ' Skuse me, Sah,' 
 said the old man with dignified apology, ' but 
 de Kernel won't have any but de best cham 
 pagne for hono'ble gemmen like yo'self, and I'se 
 despaired to say it kan't be got in de house or 
 de subburbs. De best champagne dat we gives 
 visitors is the Widder Glencoe, Wo'd yo mind, 
 Sah, for de sake o' not 'xcitin' de Kernel wid 
 triflin' culinary matter, to say dat yo don' take 
 but de one brand ? ' 
 
 ' Certainly,' said Paul, smiling. ' I really 
 don't care for anything so early,' then, returning 
 to the bedroom, he said carelessly, ' You'll 
 excuse me taking the liberty, Colonel, of send 
 ing away the champagne and contenting myself 
 with whisky. Even the best brand the Widow 
 Cliquot ' with a glance at the gratified George 
 ' I find rather trying so early in the morning.' 
 
 ' As you please, Hathaway,' said the Colonel, 
 somewhat stiffly. ' I dare say there's a new 
 fashion in drinks now, and a gentleman's 
 stomach is a thing of the past. Then, I sup 
 pose, we can spare the boy, as this is his time 
 for going home. Put that tin box with the
 
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 Trust papers on the bed, George, and Mr. 
 Hathaway will excuse your waiting.' As the 
 old servant made an exaggerated obeisance to 
 each, Paul remarked, as the door closed upon 
 him, ' George certainly keeps his style, Colonel, 
 in the face of the progress you deplore.' 
 
 ' He was always a " dandy nigger," ' re 
 turned Pendleton, his face slightly relaxing as 
 he glanced after his grizzled henchman, ' but 
 his exaggeration of courtesy is a blank sight 
 more natural and manly than the exaggeration 
 of discourtesy which your superior civilised 
 " helps " think is self-respect. The excuse of 
 servitude of any kind is its spontaneity and 
 affection. When you know a man hates you 
 and serves you from interest, you know he's a 
 cur and you're a tyrant. It's your blank pro 
 gress that's made menial service degrading by 
 teaching men to avoid it. Why, Sir, when I 
 first arrived here, Jack Hammersley and myself 
 took turns as cook to the party. I didn't con 
 sider myself any the worse master for it. But 
 enough of this.' He paused, and, raising him 
 self on his elbow, gazed for some seconds half- 
 cautiously, half-doubtfully, upon his companion. 
 
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 1 I've got something to tell you, Hathaway,' 
 he said slowly. ' You've had an easy time with 
 this Trust ; your share of the work hasn't wor 
 ried you, kept you awake nights, or interfered 
 with your career. I understand perfectly,' he 
 continued, in reply to Hathaway's deprecating 
 gesture. ' I accepted to act as your proxy, 
 and I have. I'm not complaining. But it is 
 time that you should know what I've done, and 
 what you may still have to do. Here is the 
 record. On the day after that interview in the 
 Mayor's office, the El Dorado Bank, of which 
 I was, and still am, president, received seventy- 
 five thousand dollars in trust from Mrs. Howard. 
 Two years afterwards, on that same day, the 
 bank had, by lucky speculations, increased that 
 sum to the credit of the trust one hundred and 
 fifty thousand dollars, or double the original 
 capital. In the following year the bank sus 
 pended payment.'
 
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 CHAPTER II 
 
 N an instant the whole 
 situation and his relations 
 to it flashed upon Paul 
 with a terrible, but almost 
 grotesque, completeness. 
 Here he was, at the outset 
 of his career, responsible 
 for the wasted fortune of 
 the daughter of a social 
 outcast, and saddled with 
 her support! He now knew why Colonel 
 Pendleton had wished to see him ; for one 
 shameful moment he believed he also knew 
 why he had been content to take his proxy ! 
 The questionable character of the whole trans 
 action, his own carelessness, which sprang from 
 that very confidence and trust that Pendleton 
 had lately extolled what would, what could 
 not be made of it ! He already heard himself 
 
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 abused by his opponents perhaps, more ter- 
 'rible still, faintly excused by his friends. All 
 this was visible in his pale face and flash 
 ing eyes as he turned them on the helpless 
 invalid. 
 
 Colonel Pendleton received his look with 
 the same critical, half-curious scrutiny that had 
 accompanied his speech. At last his face 
 changed slightly, a faint look of disappoint 
 ment crossed his eyes and a sardonic smile 
 deepened the lines of his mouth. 
 
 ' There, Sir,' he said hurriedly, as if dis 
 missing an unpleasant revelation ; ' don't alarm 
 yourself ! Take a drink of that whisky. You 
 look pale. Well ; turn your eyes on those 
 walls. You don't see any of that money laid 
 out here do you ? Look at me. I don't look 
 like a man enriched with other people's money 
 do I ? Well, let that content you. Every 
 dollar of that Trust fund, Hathaway, with all 
 the interests and profits that have accrued to it, 
 is safe \ Every cent of it is locked up in 
 Government Bonds with Rothschild's agent. 
 There are the receipts, dated a week before 
 the bank suspended. But enough of that that
 
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 isn't what I asked you to come and see me 
 for.' 
 
 The blood had rushed back to Paul's cheeks 
 uncomfortably. He saw now, as impulsively 
 as he had previously suspected his co-trustee, 
 that the man had probably ruined himself to 
 save the Trust. He stammered that he had 
 not questioned the management of the fund 
 nor asked to withdraw his proxy. 
 
 ' No matter, Sir,' said the Colonel, im 
 patiently ; ' you had the right, and, I suppose,' 
 he added with half-concealed scorn, ' it was 
 your duty. But let that pass. The money is 
 safe enough ; but, Mr. Hathaway and this is 
 the point I want to discuss with you it begins 
 to look as if the secret was safe no longer ! ' 
 He had raised himself with some pain and diffi 
 culty to draw nearer to Paul, and had again 
 fixed his eyes eagerly upon him. But Paul's 
 responsive glance was so vague that he added 
 quickly: ' You understand, Sir; I believe that 
 there are hounds I say hounds! who would 
 be able to blurt out at any moment that that girl 
 at Santa Clara is Kate Howard's daughter.' 
 
 At any other moment Paul might have
 
 54 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 questioned the gravity of any such contingency, 
 'but the terrible earnestness of the speaker, his 
 dominant tone, and a certain respect which had 
 lately sprung up in his breast for him, checked 
 him, and he only asked, with as much concern 
 as he could master for the moment 
 
 ' What makes you think so ? ' 
 
 ' That's what I want to tell you, Hathaway, 
 and how I, and I alone, are responsible for it. 
 When the bank was in difficulty and I made up 
 my mind to guard the Trust with my own 
 personal and private capital, I knew that there 
 might be some comment on my action. It was 
 a delicate matter to show any preference or 
 exclusion at such a moment, and I took two or 
 three of my brother directors whom I thought I 
 could trust into my confidence, I told them 
 the whole story, and how the Trust was sacred. 
 I made a mistake, Sir,' continued Pendleton, 
 sardonically, ' a grave mistake. I did not take 
 into account that even in three years civilisation 
 and religion had gained ground here. There 
 was a hound there a blank Judas in the Trust. 
 Well ; he didn't see it. I think he talked 
 Scripture and morality. He said something
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 55 
 
 about the wages of sin being infamous and only 
 worthy of confiscation. He talked about the 
 sins of the father being visited upon the chil 
 dren, and justly. I stopped him. Well ! Do 
 you know what's the matter with my ankle ? 
 Look!' He stopped and, with some difficulty 
 and invincible gravity throwing aside his dress 
 ing-gown, turned down his stocking, and ex 
 posed to Paul's gaze the healed cicatrix of 
 an old bullet-wound. ' Troubled me damnably 
 near a year. Where I hit him hasn't troubled 
 him at all since ! 
 
 ' I think,' continued the Colonel, falling 
 back upon the pillow with an air of relief, ' that 
 he told others of his own kidney, Sir though 
 it was a secret among gentlemen. But they 
 have preferred to be silent now than after 
 wards. They know that I'm ready. But I 
 can't keep this up long ; some time, you know, 
 they're bound to improve in practice and hit 
 higher up ! As far as I'm concerned,' he added, 
 with a grim glance around the faded walls and 
 threadbare furniture, ' it don't mind ; but mine 
 isn't the mouth to be stopped.' He paused, 
 and then abruptly, yet with a sudden and
 
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 pathetic dropping of his dominant note, said : 
 1 Hathaway, you're young, and Hammersley 
 liked you what's to be done ? I thought of 
 passing over my tools to you. You can shoot, 
 and I hear you have. But the h 1 of it is that 
 if you dropped a man or two people would 
 ask w/zy, and want to know what it was about ; 
 while, when I do, nobody here thinks it any 
 thing but my way ! I don't mean that it would 
 hurt you with the crowd to wipe out one or two 
 of these hounds during the canvass, but the 
 trouble is that they belong to your Party, and,' 
 he added grimly, ' that wouldn't help your 
 career.' 
 
 ' But,' said Paul, ignoring the sarcasm, 
 ' are you not magnifying the effect of a dis 
 closure ? The girl is an heiress, excellently 
 brought up. Who will bother about the ante 
 cedents of the mother, who has disappeared, 
 whom she never knew, and who is legally dead 
 to her ? ' 
 
 ' In my day, Sir, no one who knew the 
 circumstances,' returned the Colonel quickly. 
 ' But we are living in a blessed era of Christian 
 retribution and civilised propriety, and I believe
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 57 
 
 there are a lot of men and women about who 
 have no other way of showing their own virtue 
 than by showing up another's vice. We're in 
 a reaction of reform. It's the old drunkards 
 who are always more clamorous for total absti 
 nence than the moderately temperate. I tell 
 you, Hathaway, there couldn't be an unluckier 
 moment for our secret coming out.' 
 
 ' But she will be of age soon.' 
 
 ' In two months,' 
 
 ' And sure to marry.' 
 
 ' Marry ! ' repeated Pendleton, with grim 
 irony. ' Would you marry her ? ' 
 
 ' That's another question,' said the young 
 man promptly, ' and one of individual taste ; 
 but it does not affect my general belief that 
 she could easily find a husband as good and 
 better' 
 
 ' Suppose she found one before the secret 
 came out. Ought he to be told ? ' 
 
 ' Certainly.' 
 
 ' And that would imply telling her ? ' 
 
 ' Yes,' said Paul, but not so promptly. 
 
 ' And you consider that fulfilling the promise 
 of the Trust the pledges exchanged with that
 
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 woman ? ' continued Pendleton, with glittering 
 eyes and a return to his old dominant tone. 
 
 ' My dear Colonel,' said Paul, somewhat less 
 positively, but still smiling, ' you have made a 
 romantic, almost impossible compact with Mrs. 
 Howard, that you yourself are now obliged to 
 admit, circumstances may prevent your carrying 
 out substantially. You forget, also, that you 
 have just told me that you have already broken 
 your pledge under circumstances, it is true, 
 that do you honour and that now your des 
 perate attempts to retrieve it have failed. Now 
 I really see nothing wrong in your telling to a 
 presumptive well-wisher of the girl what you 
 have told to her enemy.' 
 
 There was a dead silence. The prostrate 
 man uttered a slight groan, as if in pain, and 
 drew up his leg to change his position. After 
 a pause, he said, in a restrained voice, ' I differ 
 from you, Mr. Hathaway ; but enough of this 
 for the present. I have something else to say. 
 It will be necessary for one of us to go at once 
 to Santa Clara and see Miss Yerba Buena.' 
 
 ' Good heavens ! ' said Paul, quickly. ' Do 
 you call her that ? '
 
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 ' Certainly, Sir. You gave her the name. 
 Have you forgotten ? ' 
 
 ' I only suggested it,' returned Paul, hope 
 lessly ; ' but no matter go on.' 
 
 ' / cannot go there, as you see,' continued 
 Pendleton, with a weary gesture towards his 
 crippled ankle ; ' and I should particularly like 
 you to see her before we make the joint dis 
 position of her affairs with the Mayor, two 
 months hence. I have some papers you can 
 show her, and I have already written a letter 
 introducing you to the Lady Superior at the 
 convent, and to her. You have never seen 
 her?' 
 
 ' No,' said Paul. ' But, of course, you 
 have ? ' 
 
 ' Not for three years.' 
 
 Paul's eyes evidently expressed some 
 wonder, for a moment after the Colonel added, 
 ' I believe, Hathaway, I am looked upon as a 
 queer survival of a rather lawless and improper 
 past. At least, I have thought it better not 
 socially to compromise her by my presence. 
 The Mayor goes there at the examinations 
 and exercises, I believe, Sir ; they make a sort
 
 60 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 of reception for him with a a banquet 
 lemonade and speeches.' 
 
 ' I had intended to leave for Sacramento to 
 morrow night,' said Paul, glancing curiously at 
 the helpless man ; ' but I will go there if you 
 wish.' 
 
 ' Thank you. It will be better.' 
 
 There were a few words of further explana 
 tion of the papers, and Pendleton placed the 
 packet in his visitor's hand. Paul rose. 
 Somehow, it appeared to him that the room 
 looked more faded and forgotten than when he 
 entered it, and the figure of the man before him 
 more lonely, helpless, and abandoned. With 
 one of his sympathetic impulses he said 
 
 ' I don't like to leave you here alone. Are 
 you sure you can help yourself without George ? 
 Can I do anything before I go ? ' 
 
 ' I am quite accustomed to it,' said Pendle 
 ton, quietly. ' It happens once or twice a year, 
 and when I go out well I miss more than I 
 do here.' 
 
 He took Paul's proffered hand mechanically, 
 with a slight return of the critical, doubting look 
 he had cast upon him when he entered. His
 
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 61 
 
 voice, too, had quite recovered its old domi 
 nance, as he said, with half-patronising conven 
 tionality, ' You'll have to find your way out 
 
 Pendleton placed the packet in his visitor's hand 
 
 alone. Let me know how you have sped at 
 Santa Clara, will you ? Good-bye.' 
 
 The staircase and passage seemed to have 
 grown shabbier and meaner as Paul, slowly and
 
 62 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 hesitatingly, descended to the street. At the 
 .foot of the stairs he paused irresolutely, and 
 loitered with a vague idea of turning back on 
 some pretence, only that he might relieve him 
 self of the sense of desertion. He had already 
 determined upon making that inquiry into the 
 Colonel's personal and pecuniary affairs which 
 he had not dared to offer personally, and had a 
 half-formed plan of testing his own power and 
 popularity in a certain line of relief that at once 
 satisfied his sympathies and ambitions. Never 
 theless, after reaching the street, he lingered a 
 moment, when an odd idea of temporising with 
 his inclinations struck him. At the farther end 
 of the hotel one of the parasites living on its 
 decayed fortunes was a small barber's shop. 
 By having his hair trimmed and his clothes 
 brushed, he could linger a little longer beneath 
 the same roof with the helpless solitary, and 
 perhaps come to some conclusion. He entered 
 the clean but scantily furnished shop, and threw 
 himself into one of the nearest chairs, hardly 
 noting that there were no other customers, and 
 that a single assistant, stropping a razor behind 
 a glass door, was the only occupant, But there
 
 63 
 
 was a familiar note of exaggerated politeness 
 about the voice of this man as he opened the 
 door and came towards the back of the chair 
 with the formula 
 
 1 Mo'nin', Sah ! Shall we nab de pleshure 
 of shavin' or hah-cuttin' dis mo'nin' ? ' Paul 
 raised his eyes quickly to the mirror before 
 him. It reflected the black face and grizzled 
 hair of George. 
 
 More relieved at finding the old servant 
 still near his master than caring to comprehend 
 the reason, Hathaway said pleasantly, ' Well, 
 George, is this the way you look after your 
 family ? ' 
 
 The old man started ; for an instant his full 
 red lips seemed to become dry and ashen, the 
 whites of his eyes were suffused and staring, as 
 he met Paul's smiling face in the glass. But 
 almost as quickly he recovered himself, and, 
 with a polite but deprecating bow, said ' For 
 God sake, Sah ! I admit de sarkumstances is 
 agin me, but de simple fack is dat I'm temper'ly 
 occupyin' de place of an ole frien', Sah, who is 
 called round de cornah.' 
 
 ' And I'm devilish glad of any fact, George,
 
 64 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 that gives me a chance of having my hair cut 
 by Colonel Pendleton's right-hand man. So 
 fire away ! ' 
 
 He met Paul's smiling face in the glass 
 
 The gratified smile which now suddenly 
 overspread the whole of the old man's face, and
 
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 seemed to quickly stiffen the rugged and 
 wrinkled fingers that had at first trembled in 
 drawing a pair of shears from a ragged pocket, 
 appeared to satisfy Paul's curiosity for the 
 present. But after a few moments' silent 
 snipping, during which he could detect in the 
 mirror some traces of agitation still twitching 
 the negro's face, he said with an air of con 
 viction 
 
 ' Look here, George why don't you regu 
 larly use your leisure moments in this trade ? 
 You'ld make your fortune by your taste and 
 skill at it.' 
 
 For the next half-minute the old man's frame 
 shook with silent childlike laughter behind Paul's 
 chair. ' Well, Marse Hathaway, yo's an ole 
 frien' o' my massa, and a gemman yo'self, Sah, 
 and a Senetah, and I do'an mind tellen' yo 
 dat's jess what I bin gone done! It makes a 
 little ready money for de ole woman and de 
 chillern. But de Kernel don' no'. Ah, Sah 
 de Kernel kill me or hisself if he so much as 
 spicioned me. De Kernel is high-toned, Sah ! 
 being a gemman yo'self, yo' understand. He 
 wouldn't heah of his niggah worken for two
 
 65 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 Massas for all he's agree'ble to lemme go and 
 help mysef. But, Lord bless yo, San, dat ain't 
 in de category ! De Kernel couldn't get along 
 widout me.' 
 
 ' You collect his rents, don't you ? ' said Paul, 
 quietly. 
 
 'Yes, Sah.' 
 
 ' Much ? ' 
 
 ' Well no, Sah ; not so much as fom'ly, Sah ! 
 Yo see, de Kernel's prop'ty lies in de ole parts 
 of de town, where de po' white folks lib, and 
 dey ain't reg'lar. De Kernel dat sof in his 
 heart, he doant press 'em ; some of 'em is ole 
 fo'ty-niners like hisself, Sah ; and some is 
 Spanish, Sah, and dey is sof too, and ain't no 
 more gumption dan chillern, and tink it's ole 
 time come agin, and dey's in de ole places like 
 afo' de Mexican Wah ! and dey don' bin' payin 
 nffion'. But we gets along, Sah we get's along, 
 not in fe prima facie style, Sah ! mebbe not in 
 de modden way dat de Kernel don't like ; but 
 we keeps ourse'f, Sah, and has wine fo' our 
 friends. When yo' come again, Sah, yo'll find 
 de Widder Glencoe on de sideboard.' 
 
 ' Has the Colonel many friends here ?'
 
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 ' Mos' de die ones bin done gone, Sah, and 
 de Kernel don' cotton to de new. He don' mix 
 much in sassiety till de bank settlements bin 
 gone done. Skuse me, Sah ! but yo don' 
 happen to know when dat is ? It would be a 
 pow'ful heap off de Kernel's mind if it was done. 
 Bein' a high and mighty man in Committees 
 up dah in Sacramento, Sah, I didn't know 
 but what yo might know as it might come 
 befo' yo.' 
 
 ' I'll see about it,' said Paul, with an odd 
 abstracted smile. 
 
 ' Shampoo dis mornen', Sah ? ' 
 
 ' Nothing more in this line,' said Paul, rising 
 from his chair, ' but something more, perhaps, 
 in the line of your other duties. You're a good 
 barber for the public, George, and I don't take 
 back what I said about your future ; but just 
 now I think the Colonel wants all your service. 
 He's not at all well. Take this,' he said, putting 
 a twenty-dollar gold piece in the astonished 
 servant's hand, ' and for the next three or four 
 days drop the shop, and under some pretext or 
 another arrange to be with him. That money 
 will cover what you lose here, and as soon as 
 
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 68 
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 the Colonel's all right again you can come back 
 to work. But are you not afraid of being 
 recognised by someone ? ' 
 
 ' Take this,' he said
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 69 
 
 ' No, Sah, dat's just it. On'y strangers dat 
 don' know no better come yere.' 
 
 ' But suppose your master should drop in ? 
 It's quite convenient to his rooms.' 
 
 ' Marse Harry in a barber-shop ! ' said the 
 old man, with a silent laugh. ' Skuse me, Sah,' 
 he added with an apologetic mixture of respect 
 and dignity, ' but fo' twenty years no man hez 
 touched de Kernel's chin but myself. When 
 Marse Harry hez to go to a barber's shop, it 
 won't make no matter who's dar.' 
 
 ' Let's hope he will not,' said Paul, gaily ; 
 then, anxious to evade the gratitude which since 
 his munificence he had seen beaming in the old 
 negro's eye and evidently trying to find poly 
 syllabic and elevated expression on his lips, he 
 said hurriedly, ' I shall expect to find you with 
 the Colonel when I call again in a day or two,' 
 and smilingly departed. 
 
 At the end of two hours George's barber- 
 employer returned to relieve his assistant, and, 
 on receiving from him an account and a certain 
 percentage of the afternoon's fees (minus the 
 gift from Paul), was informed by George that 
 he should pretermit his attendance for a few
 
 70 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 (lays. ' Udder private and personal affairs,' 
 explained the old negro, who made no social 
 
 ' George, don't lie to me, or- 
 
 distinction in his vocabulary, ' peroccupyin' dis 
 niggah's time.' The head barber, unwilling to 
 lose a really good assistant, endeavoured to
 
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 dissuade him by the offer of increased emolu 
 ment, but George was firm. 
 
 As he entered the sitting-room the Colonel 
 detected his step, and called him in. 
 
 ' Another time, George, never allow a guest 
 of mine to send away wine. If he don't care 
 for it, put it on the sideboard.' 
 
 ' Yes, Sah ; but as yo didn't like it yo'self, 
 Marse Harry, and de wine was de most 'xpensive 
 quality ob Glencoe ' 
 
 ' D n the expense ! ' He paused, and 
 gazed searchingly at his old retainer. 
 
 ' George,' he said suddenly, yet in a gentle 
 voice, ' don't lie to me, or ' in a still kinder 
 voice ' I'll flog the black skin off you ! Listen 
 to me. Have you got any money left ? ' 
 
 ''Deed, Sah, dere ,' said the negro, 
 earnestly. ' I'll jist fetch it wid de accounts.' 
 
 ' Hold on ! I've been thinking, lying here, 
 that if the Widow Molloy can't pay because 
 she sold out, and that tobacconist is ruined, 
 and we've had to pay the water tax for old 
 Bill Soames, the rent last week don't amount 
 to much, while there's the month's bill for the 
 restaurant and that blank druggist's account for
 
 72 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 lotions and medicines to come out of it. It 
 strikes me we're pretty near touching bottom. 
 I've everything I want here, but, by God, Sir, 
 
 Took from it a striped cotton handkerchief 
 
 if I find you skimping yourself or lying to me, 
 
 or borrowing money ' 
 
 ' Yes, Marse Harry, but the Widow Molloy 
 clone gone and paid up dis afernoon. I'll bring
 
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 de books and money to prove it,' and he 
 hurriedly re-entered the sitting-room. 
 
 Then with trembling hands he emptied his 
 pockets on the table, including Paul's gift and 
 the fees he had just received, and opening a 
 desk-drawer took from it a striped cotton 
 handkerchief, such as negro women wear on 
 their heads, containing a small quantity of 
 silver tied up in a hard knot, and a boy's purse. 
 This he emptied on the table with his own 
 money. 
 
 They were the only rents of Colonel Henry 
 Pendleton ! They were contributed by ' George 
 Washington Thomson ' ; his wife, otherwise 
 known as ' Aunt Dinah,' washerwoman ; and 
 ' Scipio Thomson,' their son, aged fourteen, 
 bootblack. It did not amount to much. But 
 in that happy moisture that dimmed the old 
 man's eyes, God knows it looked large enough.
 
 74 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 CHAPTER III 
 
 LTHOUGH the rays 
 of an unclouded sun 
 were hot in the Santa 
 Clara roads and by 
 ways, and the dry, 
 bleached dust had 
 become an impalpable 
 powder, the perspir- 
 ing and parched pe 
 destrian who rashly sought relief in the shade 
 of the wayside oak was speedily chilled to the 
 bone by the north-west trade-winds that on 
 those August afternoons swept through the 
 denies of the coast range, and even penetrated 
 the pastoral valley of San Jose. The anomaly 
 of straw hats and overcoats with the occupants 
 of buggies and station wagons was thus 
 accounted for, and even in the sheltered garden 
 of ' El Rosario ' two young girls in light summer
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 75 
 
 dresses had thrown wraps over their shoulders 
 as they lounged down a broad rose-alley at 
 
 Two young girls in light summer dresses 
 
 right angles with the deep long verandah of 
 the casa. Yet, in spite of the chill, the old 
 Spanish house and gardens presented a
 
 76 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 luxurious, almost tropical, picture from the 
 'roadside. Banks, beds, and bowers of roses 
 lent their name and colour to the grounds ; 
 tree-like clusters of hanging-fuchsias, mound- 
 like masses of variegated verbena, and tangled 
 thickets of ceanothus and spreading heliotrope 
 were set in boundaries of venerable olive-, fig-, 
 and pear-trees. The old house itself, a pic 
 turesque relief to the glaring newness of the 
 painted villas along the road, had been taste 
 fully modified to suit the needs and habits of a 
 later civilisation ; the galleries of the inner 
 courtyard, or patio, had been transferred to the 
 outside walls in the form of deep verandahs, 
 while the old adobe walls themselves were 
 hidden beneath flowing Cape jessamine or 
 bestarred passion vines, and topped by roofs of 
 cylindrical red tiles. 
 
 ' Miss Yerba ! ' said a dry, masculine voice 
 from the verandah. 
 
 The taller young girl started, and drew 
 herself suddenly behind a large Castilian rose- 
 tree, dragging her companion with her, and 
 putting her finger imperatively upon a pretty 
 but somewhat passionate mouth. The other
 
 7? 
 
 girl checked a laugh, and remained watching 
 her friend's wickedly levelled brows in amused 
 surprise, 
 
 The call was repeated from the verandah. 
 After a moment's pause there was the sound of 
 retreating foot-steps, and all was quiet again. 
 
 1 Why, for goodness' sake, didn't you 
 answer, Yerba ? ' asked the shorter girl. 
 
 1 Oh, I hate him ! ' responded Yerba. ' He 
 only wanted to bore me with his stupid, formal, 
 sham-parental talk. Because he's my official 
 guardian he thinks it necessary to assume this 
 manner towards me when we meet, and treats 
 me as if I were something between his step 
 daughter and an almshouse orphan or a police 
 board. It's perfectly ridiculous, for it's only 
 put on while he is in office, and he knows it, 
 and I know it, and I'm tired of making believe. 
 Why, my deaf, they change every election ; 
 I've had seven of them, all more or less of this 
 kind, since I can remember.' 
 
 ' But I thought there were two others, dear, 
 that were not official,' said her companion 
 coaxingly. 
 
 Yerba sighed. ' No ; there was another,
 
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 who was president of a bank, but that was also 
 to be official if he died. I used to like him, he 
 seemed to be the only gentleman among them ; 
 but it appears that he is dreadfully improper ; 
 shoots people now and then for nothing at all, 
 and burst up his bank and, of course, he's 
 impossible, and, as there's no more bank, when 
 he dies there'll be no more trustee.' 
 
 ' And there's the third, you know a 
 stranger, who never appears ? ' suggested the 
 younger girl. 
 
 ' And who do you suppose he turns out 
 to be ? Do you remember that conceited little 
 wretch that ' Baby Senator,' I think they called 
 him who was in the parlour of the Golden 
 Gate the other morning surrounded by his 
 idiotic worshippers and toadies and ballot-box 
 stuffers ? Well, if you please, thafs Mr. Paul 
 Hathaway the Honourable Paul Hathaway, 
 who washed his hands of me, my dear, at the 
 beginning ! ' 
 
 ' But really, Yerba, I thought that he looked 
 and acted ' 
 
 'You thought of nothing at all, Milly,' 
 returned Yerba, with au hority, ' I tell you
 
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 he's a mass of conceit. What else could you 
 expect of a Man toadied and fawned upon to 
 that extent ? It made me sick ! I could have 
 just shaken them ! ' 
 
 As if to emphasise her statement, she 
 grasped one of the long willowy branches of 
 the enormous rose-bush where she stood, and 
 shook it lightly. The action detached a few of 
 the maturer blossoms, and sent down a shower 
 of faded pink petals on her dark hair and yellow 
 dress. ' I can't bear conceit, 1 she added. 
 
 ' Oh, Yerba, just stand as you are ! I do 
 wish the girls could see you. You make the 
 loveliest picture ! ' 
 
 She certainly did look very pretty as she 
 stood there a few leaves lodged in her hair, 
 clinging to her dress, and suggesting by reflec 
 tion the colour that her delicate satin skin 
 would have resented in its own texture. But 
 she turned impatiently away perhaps not 
 before she had allowed this passing vision to 
 impress the mind of her devoted adherent 
 and said, ' Come along, or that dreadful man 
 will be out on the verandah again.' 
 
 ' But, if you dislike him so, why did you
 
 8o A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 accept the invitation to meet him here at 
 .luncheon ?' said the curious Milly. 
 
 ' / didn't accept ; the Mother Superior did 
 for me, because he's the Mayor of San Francisco 
 visiting your uncle, and she's always anxious to 
 please the powers that be. And I thought he 
 might have some information that I could get 
 out of him. And it was better than being in 
 the convent all day. And I thought I could 
 stand him if you were here.' 
 
 Milly gratefully accepted this doubtful 
 proof of affection by squeezing her companion's 
 arm. ' And you didn't get any information, 
 dear ? ' 
 
 ' Of course not ! The idiot knows only the 
 old tradition of his office that I was a myste 
 rious Trust left in Mayor Hammersley's hands. 
 He actually informed me that " Buena" meant 
 " Good " ; that it was likely the name of the 
 captain of some whaler, that put into San 
 Francisco in the early days, whose child I was, 
 and that, if I chose to call myself ( Miss Good," 
 he would allow it, and get a Bill passed in the 
 Legislature to legalise it. Think of it, my 
 dear! "Miss Good," like one of Mrs. Bar-
 
 $1 
 
 bauld's stories, or a moral governess in the 
 " Primary Reader.'" 
 
 ' " Miss Good," ' repeated Milly, innocently. 
 ' Yes, you might put an e at the end 
 G-double-o-d-e. There are Goodes in Phila 
 delphia. And then you won't have to sacrifice 
 that sweet pretty " Yerba," that's so stylish and 
 musical, for you'ld still be " Yerba Good." 
 But,' she added, as Yerba made an impatient 
 gesture, ' why do you worry yourself about 
 thatl You wouldn't keep your own name 
 long, whatever it was. An heiress like you, 
 dear lovely and accomplished would have 
 the best names as well as the best men in 
 America to choose from.' 
 
 ' Now, please, don't repeat that idiot's 
 words. That's what he says ; that's what they 
 all say ! ' returned Yerba, pettishly. ' One 
 would really think it was necessary for me to 
 get married to become anybody at all, or have 
 any standing whatever. And, whatever you 
 do, don't go talking of me as if I were named 
 after a vegetable. " Yerba Buena " is the 
 name of an island in the bay just off San 
 Francisco. I'm named after that.'
 
 82 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 1 But I don't see the difference, dear. The 
 island was named after the vine that grows 
 on it.' 
 
 ' You don't see the difference ? ' said Yerba, 
 darkly. ' Well, / do. But what are you look 
 ing at ? ' 
 
 Her companion had caught her arm, and 
 was gazing intently at the house. 
 
 ' Yerba,' she said quickly, ' there's the 
 Mayor, and uncle, and a strange gentleman 
 coming down the walk. They're looking for 
 us. And, as I live, Yerb ! the strange gentle 
 man is that young Senator, Mr. Hathaway!' 
 
 ' Mr. Hathaway ? Nonsense ! ' 
 
 ' Look for yourself.' 
 
 Yerba glanced at the three gentlemen, who, 
 a hundred yards distant, were slowly advancing 
 in the direction of the ceanothus hedge, behind 
 which the girls had instinctively strayed during 
 their conversation. 
 
 'What are you going to do?' said Milly, 
 eagerly. ' They're coming straight this way. 
 Shall we stay here and let them pass, or make 
 a run for the house ? ' 
 
 ' No,' said Yerba, to Milly's great surprise.
 
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 1 That would look as if we cared. Besides, I 
 don't know that Mr. Hathaway has come to 
 see me. We'll stroll out and meet them 
 accidentally.' 
 
 Milly was still more astonished. However, 
 she said : ' Wait a moment, dear ! ' and, with 
 the instinctive deftness of her sex, in three 
 small tugs and a gentle hitch, shook Yerba's 
 gown into perfect folds, passed her fingers 
 across her forehead and over her ears, securing, 
 however, with a hairpin on their passage three 
 of the rose petals where they had fallen. 
 Then, discharging their faces of any previous 
 expression, these two charming hypocrites 
 sallied out innocently into the walk. Nothing 
 could be more natural than their manner : if a 
 criticism might be ventured upon, it was that 
 their elbows were slightly drawn inwards and 
 before them, leaving their hands gracefully 
 advanced in the line of their figures, an attitude 
 accepted throughout the civilised world of 
 deportment as indicating fastidious refinement 
 not unmingled with permissible hauteur. 
 
 The three gentlemen lifted their hats at this 
 
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 84 
 
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 ravishing apparition, and halted. The Mayor 
 advanced with great politeness. 
 
 The three gentlemen lifted their hats 
 
 ' I feared you didn't hear me call you, Miss
 
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 Verba, so we ventured to seek you.' As the 
 two girls exchanged almost infantile glances of 
 surprise, he continued : ' Mr. Paul Hathaway 
 has done us the honour of seeking you here, as 
 he did not find you at the convent. You may 
 have forgotten that Mr. Hathaway is the third 
 one of your trustees.' 
 
 ' And so inefficient and worthless that I fear 
 he doesn't count,' said Paul, ' but,' raising his 
 eyes to Yerba's, ' I fancy that I have already 
 had the pleasure of seeing you, and, I fear, the 
 mortification of having disturbed you and your 
 friends in the parlour of the Golden Gate Hotel 
 yesterday.' 
 
 The two girls looked at each other with the 
 same childlike surprise. Yerba broke the silence 
 by suddenly turning to Milly. ' Certainly, you 
 remember how greatly interested we were in 
 the conversation of a party of gentlemen who 
 were there when we came in. I am afraid our 
 foolish prattle must have disturbed you. I 
 know that we were struck with the intelligent 
 and eloquent devotion of your friends.' 
 
 ' Oh, perfectly,' chimed in the loyal but 
 somewhat infelix Milly ; and it was so kind and
 
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 thoughtful of Mr. Hathaway to take them away 
 *as he did.' 
 
 ' I felt the more embarrassed,' continued 
 Hathaway, smiling, but still critically examining 
 Yerba for an indication of something character 
 istic, beyond this palpable conventionality, ' as I 
 unfortunately must present my credentials from 
 a gentleman as much of a stranger as myself 
 Colonel Pendleton.' 
 
 The trade-wind was evidently making itself 
 felt even in this pastoral retreat, for the two 
 gentlemen appeared to shrink slightly within 
 themselves, and a chill seemed to have passed 
 over the group. The Mayor coughed. The 
 avuncular Woods gazed abstractedly at a large 
 cactus. Even Paul, prepared by previous 
 experience, stopped short. 
 
 ' Colonel Pendleton ! Oh, do tell me all 
 about him ! ' flashed out Yerba, suddenly, with 
 clasped hands and eager girlish breath. 
 
 Paul cast a quick, grateful glance at the girl. 
 Whether assumed or not, her enthusiastic out 
 burst was effective. The Mayor looked un 
 easily at Woods, and turned to Paul. 
 
 1 Ah, yes ! You and he were original co-
 
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 trustees. I believe Pendleton is in reduced 
 circumstances. Never quite got over that bank 
 trouble.' 
 
 ' That is only a question of legislative 
 investigation and relief,' said Paul, lightly, 
 yet with purposely vague official mystery of 
 manner. Then, turning quickly to Yerba, as if 
 replying to the only real question at issue, he 
 continued pointedly, ' I am sorry to say the 
 Colonel's health is so poor that it keeps him 
 quite a recluse. I have a letter from him and 
 a message for you.' His bright eyes added 
 plainly ' as soon as we can get rid of those 
 people.' ; 
 
 ' Then you think that a Bill ' began the 
 
 Mayor, eagerly. 
 
 ' I think, my dear Sir,' said Paul, plaintively, 
 ' that I and my friends have already tried 
 the patience of these two young ladies quite 
 enough yesterday with politics and law-making. 
 I have to catch the six-o'clock train to San 
 Francisco this evening, and have already lost 
 the time I hoped to spend with Miss Yerba by 
 missing her at the convent. Let me stroll on 
 here, if you like, and if I venture to monopolise
 
 the attention of this young lady for half an 
 hour, you, my dear Mr. Mayor, who have more 
 frequent access to her, I know will not begrudge 
 it to me.' 
 
 He placed himself beside Yerba and Milly, 
 and began an entertaining, although, I fear, 
 slightly exaggerated account of his reception 
 by the Lady Superior, and her evident doubts 
 of his identity with the trustee mentioned in 
 Pendleton's letter of introduction. ' I confess 
 she frightened me,' he continued, ' when she 
 remarked that, according to my statement, I 
 could have been only eighteen years old when 
 I became your guardian, and as much in want 
 of one as you were. I think that only her 
 belief that Mr. Woods and the Mayor would 
 detect me as an impostor provoked her at last 
 to tell me your whereabouts.' 
 
 ' But why did they ever make you a trustee, 
 for goodness' sake ? ' said Milly, naively. 
 ' Was there no one grown up at that time that 
 they could have called upon ? ' 
 
 ' Those were the early days of California,' 
 responded Paul, with great gravity, although 
 he was conscious that Yerba was regarding
 
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 him narrowly, ' and I probably looked older 
 and more intelligent than I really was. For, 
 candidly,' with the consciousness of Yerba's 
 eyes still upon him, ' I remember very little 
 about it. I dare say I was selected, as you 
 kindly suggest, "for goodness' sake." 
 
 'After all,' said the volatile Milly, who 
 seemed inclined, as chaperon, to direct the 
 conversation, ' there was something pretty and 
 romantic about it. You two poor young things 
 taking care of each other, for, of course, there 
 were no women here in those days.' 
 
 ' Of course there -were women here,' inter 
 rupted Yerba, quickly, with a half-meaning, 
 half-interrogative glance at Paul that made him 
 instinctively uneasy. ' You later comers ' to 
 Milly 'always seem to think that there was 
 nothing here before you ! ' She paused, and 
 then added, with a nai've mixture of reproach 
 and coquetry that was as charming as it was 
 unexpected, ' As to taking care of each other, 
 Mr. Hathaway very quickly got rid of me, I 
 believe.' 
 
 ' But I left you in better hands, Miss Yerba ; 
 and let me thank you now,' he added in a lower
 
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 tone, ' for recognising it as you did a moment 
 ago. I'm glad that you instinctively liked 
 Colonel Pendleton. Had you known him 
 better, you would have seen how truthful that 
 instinct was. His chief fault in the eyes of our 
 worthy friends is that he reminds them of a 
 great deal they can't perpetuate and much they 
 would like to forget.' He checked himself 
 abruptly. ' But here is your letter,' he resumed, 
 drawing Colonel Pendleton's missive from his 
 pocket ; ' perhaps you would like to read it now, 
 in case you have any message to return by me. 
 Miss Woods and I will excuse you.' 
 
 They had reached the end of the rose-alley, 
 where a summer-house that was in itself a rose- 
 bower partly disclosed itself. The other gentle 
 men had lagged behind. ' I will amuse myself, 
 and console your other guardian, dear,' said the 
 vivacious Milly, with a rapid exchange of 
 glances with Yerba, ' until this horrid business 
 is over. Besides,' she added with cheerful 
 vagueness, ' after so long a separation you must 
 have a great deal to say to each other.' 
 
 Paul smiled as she rustled away, and Yerba, 
 entering the summer-house, sat down and
 
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 opened the letter. The young man remained 
 leaning against the rustic archway, occasionally 
 glancing at her and at the moving figures in the 
 gardens. He was conscious of an odd excite 
 ment which he could trace to no particular 
 cause. It was true that he had been annoyed 
 at not finding the young girl at the convent, 
 and at having to justify himself to the Lady 
 Superior for what he conceived to be an act of 
 gratuitous kindness ; nor was he blind to the 
 fact that his persistence in following her was 
 more an act of aggression against the enemies 
 of Pendleton than of concern for Yerba. She 
 was certainly pretty ; but he could not remember 
 her mother sufficiently to trace any likeness, 
 and he had never admired the mother's pro 
 nounced beauty. She had flashed out for an 
 instant into what seemed originality and feeling. 
 But it had passed, and she had asked no further 
 questions in regard to the Colonel. 
 
 She had hurriedly skimmed through the 
 letter, which seemed to be composed of certain 
 figures and accounts. ' I suppose it's all right/ 
 she said : ' at least, you can say so if he asks 
 you. It's only an explanation why he has
 
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 transferred my money from the bank to Roth 
 schild's agent years ago. I don't see why it 
 should interest me now' 
 
 1 1 suppose it is all right,' she said 
 
 Paul made no doubt that it was the same
 
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 transfer that had shipwrecked the Colonel's 
 fortune and alienated his friends, and could not 
 help replying somewhat pointedly, ' But I think 
 it should, Miss Yerba. I don't know what 
 the Colonel explained to you doubtless, not the 
 whole truth, for he is not a man to praise him 
 self ; but, the fact is, the bank was in difficulties 
 at the time of that transfer, and, to make it, 
 he sacrificed his personal fortune, and, I think, 
 awakened some of that ill-feeling you have just 
 noticed.' He checked himself too late : he had 
 again lost not only his tact and self-control, 
 but had nearly betrayed himself. He was sur 
 prised that the girl's justifiable ignorance should 
 have irritated him. Yet she had evidently 
 not noticed, or misunderstood it, for she 
 said, with a certain precision that was almost 
 studied 
 
 ' Yes, I suppose it would have been a 
 terrible thing to him to have been suspected of 
 misappropriating a Trust confided to him by 
 parties who had already paid him the high 
 compliment of confiding to his care a secret 
 and a fortune.' 
 
 Paul glanced at her quickly with astonish-
 
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 ment. Was this ignorance, or suspicion ? Her 
 manner, however, suddenly changed, with the 
 charming capriciousness of youth and conscious 
 beauty. ' He speaks of you in this letter,' she 
 said, letting her dark eyes rest on him pro- 
 vokingly. 
 
 ' That accounts for your lack of interest, 
 then/ said Paid, gaily, relieved to turn a con 
 versation fraught with so much danger. 
 
 ' But he speaks very flatteringly,' she went 
 on. ' He seems to be another one of your 
 admirers. I'm sure, Mr. Hathaway, after that 
 scene in the hotel parlour yesterday, you, at 
 least, cannot complain of having been misrepre 
 sented before me. To tell you the truth, I think 
 I hated you a little for it.' 
 
 ' You were quite right,' returned Paul. ' I 
 must have been insufferable ! And I admit 
 that I was slightly piqued against you for the 
 idolatries showered upon you at the same 
 moment by your friends.' 
 
 Usually, when two young people have 
 reached the point of confidingly exchanging 
 their first impressions of each other, some pro 
 gress has been made in first acquaintance. But
 
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 it did not strike Paul in that way, and Yerba's 
 next remark was discouraging. 
 
 ' But I'm rather disappointed, for all that 
 Colonel Pendleton tells me you know nothing 
 of my family or of the secret.' 
 
 Paul was this time quite prepared, and with 
 stood the girl's scrutiny calmly. ' Do you think,' 
 he asked lightly, ' that even he knows ? ' 
 
 ' Of course he does,' she returned quickly. 
 ' Do you suppose he would have taken all that 
 trouble you have just talked about if he didn't 
 know it ? And feared the consequences, per 
 haps ? ' she added, with a slight return of her 
 previous expressive manner. 
 
 Again Paul was puzzled and irritated, he 
 knew not why. But he only said pleasantly, ' I 
 differ from you there. I am afraid that such 
 a thing as fear never entered into Colonel 
 Pendleton's calculations on any subject. I 
 think he would act the same towarcfs the 
 highest and the lowest, the powerful or the 
 most weak.' As she glanced at him quickly 
 and mischievously, he added, ' I am quite 
 willing to believe that his knowledge of you 
 made his duty pleasanter.'
 
 96 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 He was again quite sincere, and his slight 
 sympathy had that irresistible quality of tone 
 and look which made him so dangerous. For 
 he was struck with the pretty soothed self-com 
 placency that had shone in her face since he 
 had spoken of Pendleton's equal disinterested 
 ness. It seemed, too, as if what he had taken 
 for passion or petulance in her manner had been 
 only a resistance to some continual aggression 
 of condition. With that remainder held in 
 check, a certain latent nobility was apparent, 
 as of her true self. In this moment of pleased 
 abstraction she had drawn through the lattice 
 work of one of the windows a spray of roses still 
 clinging to the vine, and, with her graceful head 
 a little on one side, was softly caressing her 
 cheek with it. She certainly was very pretty. 
 From the crown of her dark little head to the 
 narrow resetted slipper that had been idly 
 tapping the ground, but now seemed to tread it 
 more proudly, with arched instep and small 
 ankle, she was pleasant to look upon. 
 
 ' But you surely have something else to 
 think about, Miss Yerba ?' said the young man, 
 with conviction. ' In a few months you will be
 
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 of age, and rid of those dreadfully stupid 
 guardians ; with your ' 
 
 The loosened rose-spray flew from her hand 
 out of the window as she made a gesture, half 
 real, half assumed, of imploring supplication. 
 ' Oh, please, Mr. Hathaway, for Heaven's sake 
 don't you begin too ! You are going to say 
 that, with my wealth, my accomplishments, 
 my beauty, my friends, what more can I want ? 
 What do I care about a secret that can neither 
 add to them nor take them away ? Yes, you 
 were! It's the regular thing to say everybody 
 says it. Why, I should have thought ' the 
 youngest senator ' could afford to have been 
 more original.' 
 
 ' I plead guilty to all the weaknesses of 
 humanity,' said Paul, warmly, again beginning 
 to believe that he had been most unjust to her 
 independence. 
 
 ' Well, I forgive you, because you have for 
 gotten to say that, if I don't like the name of 
 Yerba Buena, I could so easily change that 
 too.' 
 
 ' But you do like it,' said Paul, touched with 
 this first hearing of her name in her own musical 
 
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 accents, ' or would like it if you heard yourself 
 pronounce it.' It suddenly, recurred to him, 
 with a strange thrill of pleasure, that he himself 
 had given it to her. It was as if he had created 
 some musical instrument to which she had just 
 given voice. In his enthusiasm he had thrown 
 himself on the bench beside her in an attitude 
 that, I fear, was not as dignified as became his 
 elderly office. 
 
 ' But you don't think that is my name,' said 
 the girl, quickly. 
 
 ' I beg your pardon ? ' said Paul, hesitatingly. 
 
 ' You don't think that anybody would have 
 been so utterly idiotic as to call me after a 
 ground-vine a vegetable ? ' she continued 
 petulantly. 
 
 ' Eh ?' stammered Paul. 
 
 ' A name that could be so easily translated, 
 she went on, half-scornfully, ' and, when trans 
 lated, was no possible title for anybody ? Think 
 of it Miss Good Herb! It is too ridiculous 
 for anything.' 
 
 Paul was not usually wanting in self-pos 
 session in an emergency, or in skill to meet 
 attack. But he was so convinced of the truth
 
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 of the girl's accusation, and now recalled so 
 vividly his own consternation on hearing the 
 result of his youthful and romantic sponsorship 
 for the first time from Pendleton, that he was 
 struck with confusion. 
 
 ' But what do you suppose it was intended 
 for ? ' he said at last, vaguely. ' It was certainly 
 ' Yerba Buena' in the Trust. At least, I sup 
 pose so,' he corrected himself hurriedly. 
 
 ' It is only a supposition,' she said quietly, 
 ' for you know it cannot be proved. The 
 Trust was never recorded, and the only copy 
 could not be found among Mr. Hammersley's 
 papers. It is only part of the name, of which 
 the first is lost.' 
 
 1 Part of the name ? ' repeated Paul, 
 uneasily. 
 
 ' Part of it. It is a corruption of de la 
 Yerba Buena of the Yerba Buena and refers 
 to the island of Yerba Buena in the bay, and 
 not to the plant. That island was part of the 
 property of my family the Arguellos you will 
 find it so recorded in the Spanish grants. My 
 name is Arguello de la Yerba Buena. 
 
 It is impossible to describe the timid yet
 
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 triumphant, the half-appealing yet complacent, 
 conviction of the girl's utterance. A moment 
 before, Paul would have believed it impossible 
 for him to have kept his gravity and his respect 
 for his companion under this egregious illusion. 
 But he kept both. For a sudden conviction 
 that she suspected the truth, and had taken this 
 audacious and original plan of crushing it, over 
 powered all other sense. The Arguellos, it 
 flashed upon him, were an old Spanish family, 
 former owners of Yerba Buena Island, who 
 had in the last years become extinct. There 
 had been a story that one of them had eloped 
 with an American ship captain's wife at 
 Monterey. The legendary history of early 
 Spanish California was filled with more re 
 markable incidents, corroborated with little 
 difficulty from Spanish authorities, who, it was 
 alleged, lent themselves readily to any fabrica 
 tion or forgery. There was no racial pride ; 
 on the contrary, they had shown an eager 
 alacrity to ally themselves with their conquerors. 
 The friends of the Arguellos would be proud 
 to recognise and remember in the American 
 heiress the descendant of their countrymen.
 
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 All this passed rapidly through his mind after 
 the first moment of surprise ; all this must have 
 been the deliberate reasoning of this girl of 
 seventeen, whose dark eyes were bent upon 
 him. Whether she was seeking corroboration 
 or complicity he could not tell. 
 
 'Have you found this out yourself?' he 
 asked, after a pause. 
 
 ' Yes. One of my friends at the convent 
 was Josita Castro ; she knew all the history of 
 the Arguellos. She is perfectly satisfied.' 
 
 For an instant Paul wondered if it was a 
 joint conception of the two school-girls. But, 
 on reflection, he was persuaded that Yerba 
 would commit herself to no accomplice of 
 her own sex. She might have dominated the 
 girl, and would make her a firm partisan, while 
 the girl would be convinced of it herself, and 
 believe herself a free agent. He had had such 
 experience with men himself. 
 
 ' But why have you not spoken of it before 
 and to Colonel Pendleton ?' 
 
 1 He did not choose to tell me] said Yerba, 
 with feminine dexterity. ' I have preferred to 
 keep it myself a secret till I am of age.'
 
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 When Colonel Pendleton ^and some of the 
 other trustees have no right to say anything, 
 thought Paul quickly. She had evidently 
 trusted him. Yet, fascinated as he had been 
 by her audacity, he did not know whether to 
 be pleased, or the reverse. He would have 
 preferred to be placed on an equal footing with 
 Josita Castro. She anticipated his thoughts by 
 saying, with half-raised eyelids 
 
 ' What do you think of it ? ' 
 
 ' It seems to be so natural and obvious an 
 explanation of the mystery that I only wonder 
 it was not thought of before,' said Paul, with 
 that perfect sincerity that made his sympathy 
 so effective. 
 
 ' You see ' still under her pretty eyelids, 
 and the tender promise of a smile parting her 
 little mouth ' I'm believing that you tell the 
 truth when you say you don't know anything 
 about it.' 
 
 It was a desperate moment with Paul, but 
 his sympathetic instincts, and possibly his luck, 
 triumphed. His momentary hesitation easily 
 simulated the caution of a conscientious man ; 
 his knit eyebrows and bright eyes, lowered in
 
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 an effort of memory, did the rest. ' I remem 
 ber it all so indistinctly,' he said, with literal 
 truthfulness ; ' there was a veiled lady present, 
 tall and dark, to whom Mayor Hammersley 
 and the Colonel showed a singular, and it 
 struck me, as an almost superstitious, respect. 
 I remember now, distinctly, I was impressed 
 with the reverential way they both accompanied 
 her to the door at the end of the interview.' 
 He raised his eyes slightly ; the young girl's red 
 lips were parted ; that illumination of the skin, 
 which was her nearest approach to colour, had 
 quite transfigured her face. He felt, suddenly, 
 that she believed it, yet he had no sense of 
 remorse. He half-believed it himself; at least, 
 he remembered the nobility of the mother's 
 self-renunciation and its effect upon the two 
 men. Why should not the daughter preserve 
 this truthful picture of the mother's momentary 
 exaltation ? Which was the most truthful 
 that, or the degrading facts ? ' You speak of 
 a secret,' he added. ' I can remember little 
 more than that the Mayor asked me to forget, 
 from that moment, the whole occurrence. I did 
 not know at the time how completely I should
 
 104 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 fulfil his request. You must remember, Miss 
 Yerba, as your Lady Superior has, that I was 
 absurdly young at the time. I don't know 
 but that I may have thought, in my youthful 
 inexperience, that this sort of thing was of 
 common occurrence. And then, I had my 
 own future to make and youth is brutally 
 selfish. I was quite friendless and unknown 
 when I left San Francisco for the mines, at 
 the time you entered the convent as Yerba 
 Buena.' 
 
 She smiled, and made a slight impulsive 
 gesture, as if she would have drawn nearer to 
 him, but checked herself, still smiling, and 
 without embarrassment. It may have been a 
 movement of youthful camaraderie, and that 
 occasional maternal rather than sisterly instinct 
 which sometimes influences a young girl's 
 masculine friendship, and elevates the favoured 
 friend to the plane of the doll she has outgrown. 
 As he turned towards her, however, she rose, 
 shook out her yellow dress, and said with pretty 
 petulance 
 
 ' Then you must go so soon and this your 
 first and last visit as my guardian ? '
 
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 'No one could regret that more than I,' 
 looking at her with undefined meaning. 
 
 ' Yes,' she said, with a tantalising coquetry 
 that might have suggested an underlying 
 seriousness, ' I think you have lost a good 
 deal. Perhaps, so have I. We might have 
 been good friends in all these years. But that 
 is past.' 
 
 ' Why ? Surely, I hope, my shortcomings 
 with Miss Yerba Buena will not be remembered 
 by Miss Arguello ? ' said Paul, earnestly. 
 
 ' Ah ! She may be a very different person.' 
 
 ' I hope not,' said the young man, warmly. 
 ' But how different ? ' 
 
 ' Well, she may not put herself in the way 
 of receiving such point-blank compliments as 
 that,' said the young girl, demurely. 
 
 ' Not from her guardian ? ' 
 
 ' She will have no guardian then.' She said 
 this gravely, but almost at the same moment 
 turned and sat down again, throwing her linked 
 hands over her knee, and looked at him mis 
 chievously. 'You see what you have lost, Sir.' 
 
 ' I see,' said Paul, but with all the gravity 
 that she had dropped.
 
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 ' No ; but you don't see all. I had no 
 brother no friend. You might have been 
 both. You might have made me what you 
 liked. You might have educated me far 
 better than these teachers, or, at least, given 
 me some pride in my studies. There were 
 so many things I wanted to know that they 
 couldn't teach me ; so many times I wanted 
 advice from someone that I could trust. 
 Colonel Pendleton was very good to me when 
 he came ; he always treated me like a princess 
 even when I wore short frocks. It was his 
 manner that first made me think he knew 
 my family ; but I never felt as if I could tell 
 him anything, and I don't think, with all his 
 chivalrous respect, he ever understood me. 
 As to the others the Mayors well, you may 
 judge from Mr. Henderson. It is a wonder 
 that I did not run away or do something 
 desperate. Now, are you not a little sorry ? ' 
 
 Her voice, which had as many capricious 
 changes as her manner, had been alternately 
 coquettish, petulant, and serious, had now 
 become playful again. But, like the rest of 
 her sex, she was evidently more alert to her
 
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 surroundings at such a moment than her 
 companion, for before he could make any reply 
 she said, without apparently looking, ' But there 
 is a deputation coming for you, Mr. Hathaway. 
 You see, the case is hopeless. You never would 
 be able to give to one what is claimed by the 
 many.' 
 
 Paul glanced down the rose-alley, and saw 
 that the deputation in question was composed 
 of the Mayor, Mr. Woods, a thin, delicate- 
 looking woman evidently Mrs. Woods and 
 Milly. The latter managed to reach the 
 summer-house first, with apparently youthful 
 alacrity, but really to exchange, in a single 
 glance, some mysterious feminine signal with 
 Yerba. Then she said with breathless 
 infelicity 
 
 4 Before you two get bored with each other 
 now, I must tell you there's a chance of you 
 having more time. Aunty has promised to 
 send off a note excusing you to the Reverend 
 Mother, if she can persuade Mr. Hathaway to 
 stay over to-night. But here they are. [To 
 Yerba] Aunty is most anxious, and won't hear 
 of his going.'
 
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 Indeed, it seemed as if Mrs. Woods was, 
 after a refined fashion, most concerned that a 
 distinguished visitor like Mr. Hathaway should 
 have to use her house as a mere accidental 
 meeting-place with his ward, without deigning 
 to accept her hospitality. She was reinforced 
 by Mr. Woods, who enunciated the same idea 
 with more masculine vigour ; and by the 
 Mayor, who expressed his conviction that a 
 slight of this kind to Rosario would be felt 
 in the Santa Clara valley. ' After dinner, my 
 dear Hathaway,' concluded Mr. Woods, ' a 
 few of our neighbours may drop in, who 
 would be glad to shake you by the hand no 
 formal meeting, my boy but, hang it ! they 
 expect it.' 
 
 Paul looked around for Yerba. There was 
 really no reason why he shouldn't accept, 
 although an hour ago the idea had never 
 entered his mind. Yet, if he did, he would 
 like the girl to know that it was for her sake. 
 Unfortunately, far from exhibiting any concern 
 in the matter, she seemed to be preoccupied 
 with Milly, and only the charming back of her 
 head was visible behind Mrs. Woods. He
 
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 accepted, however, with a hesitation that 
 took some of the graciousness from his yield 
 ing, and a sense that he was giving a strange 
 importance to a trivial circumstance. 
 
 The necessity of attaching himself to his 
 hostess, and making a more extended tour of 
 the grounds, for a while diverted him from 
 an uneasy consideration of his past interview. 
 Mrs. Woods had known Yerba through the 
 school friendship of Milly, and, as far as the 
 religious rules of the convent would allow, had 
 always been delighted to show her any hos 
 pitality. She was a beautiful girl did not 
 Mr. Hathaway think so ? and a girl of great 
 character. It was a pity, of course, that she 
 had never known a mother's care, and that the 
 present routine of a boarding-school had usurped 
 the tender influences of home. She believed, 
 too, that the singular rotation of guardianship 
 had left the girl practically without a counselling 
 friend to rely upon, except, perhaps, Colonel 
 Pendleton ; and while she, Mrs. Woods, did 
 not for a moment doubt that the Colonel might 
 be a good friend and a pleasant companion of 
 men, really he, Mr. Hathaway, must admit that,
 
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 with his reputation and habits, he was hardly a 
 fit associate for a young lady. Indeed, Mr. 
 Woods would never have allowed Milly to 
 invite Yerba here if Colonel Pendleton was to 
 have been her escort. Of course, the poor 
 girl could not choose her own guardian, but 
 Mr. Woods said he had a right to choose who 
 should be his niece's company. Perhaps Mr. 
 Woods was prejudiced most men were yet 
 surely Mr. Hathaway, although a loyal friend 
 of Colonel Pendleton's, must admit that when 
 it was an open scandal that the Colonel had 
 fought a duel about a notoriously common 
 woman, and even blasphemously defended her 
 before a party of gentlemen, it was high time, 
 as Mr. Woods said, that he should be remanded 
 to their company exclusively. No; Mrs. 
 Woods could not admit that this was owing to 
 the injustice of her own sex ! Men are really 
 the ones who make the fuss over those things, 
 just as they, as Mr. Hathaway well knew, made 
 the laws ! No ; it was a great pity, as she and 
 her husband had just agreed, that Mr. Hatha 
 way, of all the guardians, could not have been 
 always the help and counsellor in fact, the
 
 Ill 
 
 elder brother of poor Yerba ! Paul was con 
 scious that he winced slightly, consistently and 
 conscientiously, at the recollection of certain 
 passages of his youth ; inconsistently and 
 meanly, at this suggestion of a joint relation 
 ship with Yerba's mother. 
 
 ' I think, too,' continued Mrs. Woods, ' she 
 has worried foolishly about this ridiculous 
 mystery of her parentage as if it could make 
 the slightest difference to a girl with a quarter 
 of a million, or as if that didn't show quite 
 conclusively that she was somebody ! ' 
 
 1 Certainly,' said Paul, quickly, with a relief 
 that he nevertheless felt was ridiculous. 
 
 ' And, of course, I dare say it will all come 
 out when she is of age. I suppose you know 
 if any of the family are still living ? ' 
 
 ' I really do not.' 
 
 ' I beg your pardon,' said Mrs. Woods, with 
 a smile, ' I forgot it's a profound secret until 
 then. But here we are at the house ; I see 
 the girls have walked over to our neighbours'. 
 Perhaps you would like to have a few moments 
 to yourself before you dress for dinner, and 
 your portmanteau, which has been sent for,
 
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 comes from your hotel. You must be tired of 
 seeing so many people.. 1 
 
 Paul was glad to accept any excuse for 
 being alone, and, thanking his hostess, followed 
 a servant to his room a low-ceilinged but 
 luxuriously furnished apartment on the first 
 floor. Here, he threw himself on a cushioned 
 lounge that filled the angle of the deep embra 
 sure the thickness of the old adobe walls 
 that formed a part of the wooden-latticed 
 window. A Cape jessamine climbing beside it 
 filled the room with its subtle, intoxicating 
 perfume. It was so strong, and he felt himself 
 so irresistibly overpowered and impelled towards 
 a merely idle reverie, that, in order to think 
 more clearly and shut out some strange and 
 unreasoning enthralment of his senses, he rose 
 and sharply closed the window. Then he sat 
 down and reflected. 
 
 What was he doing here ? and what was 
 the meaning of all this ? He had come simply 
 to fulfil a duty to his past, and please a helpless 
 and misunderstood old acquaintance. He had 
 performed that duty. But he had incidentally 
 learned a certain fact that might be important
 
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 to this friend, and clearly his duty was simply 
 to go back and report it. He would gain 
 
 He sharply closed the window 
 
 nothing more in the way of corroboration of it 
 by staying now, if further corroboration were 
 required. Colonel Pendleton had already been
 
 114 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 uselessly and absurdly perplexed about the 
 possible discovery of the girl's parentage, and 
 its effect upon her fortunes and herself. She 
 had just settled that of her own accord, and, 
 without committing herself or others, had 
 suggested a really sensible plan by which all 
 trouble would be avoided in future. That was 
 the common-sense way of looking at it. He 
 would lay the plan before the Colonel, have 
 him judge of its expediency and its ethics 
 and even the question whether she already 
 knew the real truth, or was self deceived. That 
 done, he would return to his own affairs in 
 Sacramento. There was nothing difficult in 
 this, or that need worry him, only he could 
 have done it just as well an hour ago. 
 
 He opened the window again. The scent 
 of the jessamine came in as before, but mingled 
 with the cooler breath of the roses. There 
 was nothing intoxicating or unreal in it now ; 
 rather it seemed a gentle aromatic stimulant 
 of thought. Long shadows of unseen poplars 
 beyond barred the garden lanes and alleys with 
 bands of black and yellow. A slanting pencil 
 of sunshine through the trees was for a moment
 
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 focussed on a bed of waxen callas before a 
 hedge of ceanothus, and struck into dazzling 
 relief the cold white chalices of the flowers and 
 the vivid shining green of their background. 
 Presently it slid beyond to a tiny fountain, 
 before invisible, and wrought a blinding miracle 
 out of its flashing and leaping spray. Yet even 
 as he gazed the fountain seemed to vanish 
 slowly, the sunbeam slipped on, and beyond it 
 moved the shimmer of white and yellow dresses. 
 It was Yerba and Milly returning to the house. 
 Well, he would not interrupt his reflections by 
 idly watching them ; he would, probably, see a 
 great deal of Yerba that evening, and by that 
 time he would have come to some conclusion 
 in regard to her. 
 
 But he had not taken into consideration 
 her voice, which, always musical in its Southern 
 intonation and quite audible in the quiet garden, 
 struck him now as being full of joyous sweet 
 ness. Well,, she was certainly very happy or 
 very thoughtless. She was actually romping 
 with Milly, and was now evidently being chased 
 down the rose-alley by that volatile young 
 woman. Then these swift Camillas apparently 
 
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 ti6 
 
 neared the house, there was ^the rapid rustle 
 of skirts, the skurrying of little feet on the 
 verandah, a stumble, a mouse-like shriek from 
 Milly, and her voice, exhausted, dying, happy, 
 broken with half-hushed laughter, rose to him 
 on the breath of the jessamine and rose. 
 
 Surely she was a child, and, if a child, how 
 he had misjudged her ! What if all that he 
 had believed was mature deliberation was only 
 the innocent imaginings of a romantic girl, all 
 that he had taken seriously only a schoolgirl's 
 foolish dream ! Instead of combating it, in 
 stead of reasoning with her, instead of trying 
 to interest her in other things, he had even 
 helped on her illusions. He had treated her 
 as if the taint of her mother's worldliness and 
 knowledge of evil was in her pure young flesh. 
 He had recognised her as the daughter of an 
 adventuress, and not as his ward, appealing to 
 his chivalry through her very ignorance it 
 might be her very childish vanity. He had 
 brought to a question of tender and pathetic 
 interest only his selfish opinion of the world and 
 the weaknesses of mankind. The blood came 
 to his cheeks with all his experienced self-
 
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 control, he had not lost the youthful trick of 
 blushing and he turned away from the window 
 as if it had breathed a reproach. 
 
 But ought he have even contented himself 
 with destroying her illusions ought he not 
 have gone further and told her the whole 
 truth ? Ought he not first have won her con 
 fidence he remembered bitterly, now, how she 
 had intimated that she had no one to confide 
 in and, after revealing her mother's history, 
 have still pledged himself to keep the secret 
 from all others, and assisted her in her plan ? 
 It would not have altered the state of affairs, 
 except so far as she was concerned : they could 
 have combined together, his ready wit would 
 have helped him, and his sympathy would have 
 sustained her ; but 
 
 How and in what way could he have told 
 her ? Leaving out the delicate and difficult 
 periphrase by which her mother's shame would 
 have to be explained to an innocent schoolgirl 
 what right could he have assumed to tell it ? 
 As the guardian who had never counselled or 
 protected her ? As an acquaintance of hardly 
 an hour ago ? Who would have such a right ?
 
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 A lover on whose lips it would only seem a 
 tacit appeal to her gratitude o'r her fears, and 
 whom no sensitive girl could accept thereafter ? 
 No. A husband ? Yes ! He remembered 
 with a sudden start what Pendleton had said 
 to him. Good heavens ! Had Pendleton that 
 idea in his mind ? And yet it seemed the 
 only solution. 
 
 A knock at his door was followed by the 
 appearance of Mr. Woods. Mr. Hathaway's 
 portmanteau had come, and Mrs. Woods had 
 sent a message, saying that in view of the 
 limited time that Mr. Hathaway would have 
 with his ward, Mrs. Woods would forego her 
 right to keep him at her side at dinner, and 
 yield her place to Yerba. Paul thanked him 
 with a grave inward smile. What if he made 
 his dramatic disclosure to her confidentially 
 over the soup and fish ? Yet, in his constantly 
 recurring conviction of the girl's independence, 
 he made no doubt she would have met his 
 brutality with unflinching pride and self-posses 
 sion. He began to dress slowly, at times 
 almost forgetting himself in a new kind of 
 pleasant apathy, which he attributed to the
 
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 odour of the flowers, and the softer hush of 
 twilight that had come on with the dying away 
 of the trade winds, and the restful spice of the 
 bay-trees near his window. He presently found 
 himself not so much thinking of Yerba as seeing 
 her. A picture of her in the summer-house 
 caressing her cheek with the roses seemed to 
 stand out from the shadows of the blank wall 
 opposite him. When he passed into the dress 
 ing-room beyond, it was not his own face he 
 saw in the glass, but hers. It was with a start, 
 as if he had heard her voice, that he found upon 
 his dressing-table a small vase containing a 
 flower for his coat, with the pencilled words 
 on a card in a schoolgirl's hand, ' From Yerba, 
 with thanks for staying.' It must have been 
 placed there by a servant while he was musing 
 at the window. 
 
 Half a dozen people were already in the 
 drawing-room when Paul descended. It ap 
 peared that Mr. Woods had invited certain of 
 his neighbours among them a Judge Baker 
 and his wife, and Don Csesar Briones, of the 
 adjacent Rancho of Los Pajaros, and his sister, 
 the Doiia Anna. Milly and Yerba had not yet
 
 120 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 appeared. Don Caesar, a young man of a 
 toreador build, roundly bland in face and 
 
 A card in a schoolgirl's hand 
 
 murky in eye, seemed to notice their absence, 
 and kept his glances towards the door, while
 
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 Paul engaged in conversation with Dona Anna 
 if that word could convey an impression of 
 a conventionality which that good-humoured 
 young lady converted into an animated flirta 
 tion at the second sentence with a single glance 
 and two shakes of her fan. And then Milly 
 fluttered in a vision of schoolgirl freshness 
 and white tulle, and a moment later with a 
 pause of expectation a tall, graceful figure, that 
 at first Paul scarcely recognised. 
 
 It is a popular conceit of our sex that we 
 are superior to any effect of feminine adorn 
 ment, and that a pretty girl is equally pretty in 
 the simplest frock. Yet there was not a man 
 in the room who did not believe that Yerba in 
 her present attire was not only far prettier than 
 before, but that she indicated a new and more 
 delicate form of beauty. It was not the mere 
 revelation of contour and colour of an ordinary 
 decollete dress, it was a perfect presentment of 
 pure symmetry and carriage. In this black 
 grenadine dress, trimmed with jet, not only was 
 the delicate satin sheen of her skin made clearer 
 by contrast, but she looked every inch her full 
 height, with an ideal exaltation of breeding and
 
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 culture. She wore no jewellery except a small 
 necklace of pearls so small it might have been 
 a child's that fitted her slender throat so 
 tightly that it could scarcely be told from the 
 flesh that it clasped. Paul did not know that 
 it was the gift of the mother to the child that 
 she had forsworn only a few weeks before she 
 parted from her for ever ; but he had a vague 
 feeling that, in that sable dress that seemed 
 like mourning, she walked at the funeral of her 
 mother's past. A few white flowers in her 
 corsage, the companions of the solitary one in 
 his button-hole, were the only relief. 
 
 Their eyes met for a single moment, the 
 look of admiration in Paul's being answered by 
 the naive consciousness in Yerba's of a woman 
 looking her best ; but the next moment she 
 appeared preoccupied with the others, and the 
 eager advances of Don Caesar. 
 
 ' Your brother seems to admire Miss Yerba,' 
 said Paul. 
 
 ' Ah, ye es,' returned Doila Anna. ' And 
 you ?' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' said Paul, gaily. ' / ? / am her guar 
 dian with me it is simple egotism, you know.'
 
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 ' Ah ! ' returned the arch Dona Anna, ' you 
 are then already so certain of her ? Good ! I 
 shall warn him.' 
 
 A precaution that did seem necessary ; as 
 later, when Paul, at a signal from his hostess, 
 offered his arm to Yerba, the young Spaniard 
 regarded him with a look of startled curiosity. 
 
 ' I thank you for selecting me to wear your 
 colours,' said Paul, with a glance at the flowers 
 in her corsage, as they sat at table, ' and I think 
 I deserve them, since, but for you, I should be 
 on my way to San Francisco at this moment. 
 Shall I have an opportunity of talking to you a 
 few moments later in the evening ? ' he added, 
 in a lower tone. 
 
 ' Why not now ? ' returned Yerba, mis 
 chievously. ' We are set here expressly for 
 that purpose.' 
 
 ' Surely not to talk of our own business I 
 should say, of our family affairs,' said Paul, 
 looking at her with equal playfulness ; ' though 
 I believe your friend Don Caesar, opposite, 
 would be more pleased if he were sure that was 
 all we did.' 
 
 1 And you think his sister would share in
 
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 that pleasure,' retorted Yerba. ' I warn you, 
 Mr. Hathaway, that you have been quite justify 
 ing the Reverend Mother's doubts about your 
 venerable pretensions. Everybody is staring 
 at you now.' 
 
 Paul looked up mechanically. It was true. 
 Whether from some occult sympathy, from a 
 human tendency to admire obvious fitness and 
 symmetry, or the innocent love with which the 
 world regards youthful lovers, they were all 
 observing Yerba and himself with undisguised 
 attention. A good talker, he quickly led the 
 conversation to other topics. It was then that 
 he discovered that Yerba was not only accom 
 plished, but that this convent-bred girl had 
 acquired a singular breadth of knowledge apart 
 from the ordinary routine of the school curri 
 culum. She spoke and thought with inde 
 pendent perceptions and clearness, yet without 
 the tactlessness and masculine abruptness that 
 is apt to detract from feminine originality of 
 reflection. By some tacit understanding that 
 had the charm of mutual confidence they both 
 exerted themselves to please the company rather 
 than each other, and Paul, in the interchange of
 
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 sallies with Dona Anna, had a certain pleasure 
 in hearing Yerba converse in Spanish with Don 
 Caesar. But in a few moments he observed, 
 with some uneasiness, that they were talking 
 of the old Spanish occupation, and presently 
 of the old Spanish families. Would she pre 
 maturely expose an ignorance that might be 
 hereafter remembered against her, or invite 
 some dreadful genealogical reminiscence that 
 would destroy her hopes and raze her Spanish 
 castles ? Or was she simply collecting informa 
 tion ? He admired the dexterity with which, 
 without committing herself, she made Don 
 Caesar openly and even confidentially communi 
 cative. And yet he was on thorns : at times it 
 seemed as if he himself were playing a part in 
 this imposture of Yerba' s. He was aware that 
 his wandering attention was noticed by the 
 quick-witted Dona Anna, when he regained his 
 self-possession by what appeared to be a happy 
 diversion. It was the voice of Mrs. Judge 
 Baker calling across the table to Yerba. By 
 one of the peculiar accidents of general con 
 versation, it was the one apparently trivial re 
 mark that in a pause challenged the ears of all
 
 126 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 ( We were admiring your necklace, Miss 
 Yerba.' 
 
 Every eye was turned upon the slender 
 throat of the handsome girl. The excuse was 
 so natural. 
 
 Yerba put her hand to her neck with a 
 smile. ' You are joking, Mrs. Baker. I know 
 it is ridiculously small, but it is a child's necklace, 
 and I wear it because it was a gift from my 
 mother.' 
 
 Paul's heart sank again with consternation. 
 It was the first time that he had heard the girl 
 distinctly connect herself with her actual mother, 
 and for an instant he felt as startled as if the for 
 gotten Outcast herself had returned and taken 
 a seat at the board. 
 
 'I told you it couldn't be so?' said Mrs. 
 Baker, turning to her husband. 
 
 Everybody naturally looked inquiringly upon 
 the couple, and Mrs. Baker explained with a 
 smile : ' Bob thinks he's seen it before ; men 
 are so obstinate.' 
 
 ' Pardon me, Miss Yerba,' said the Judge 
 blandly, ' would you mind showing it to me, if 
 it is not too much trouble ? '
 
 127 
 
 1 Not at all/ said Yerba, smiling, and de 
 taching the circlet from her neck. ' I'm afraid 
 you'll find it rather old-fashioned.' 
 
 ' That's just what I hope to find it/ said 
 Judge Baker, with a triumphant glance at his 
 wife. ' It was eight years ago when I saw it 
 in Tucker's jewellery shop. I wanted to buy it 
 for my little Minnie, but as the price was steep 
 I hesitated, and when I did make up my mind 
 he had disposed of it to another customer. 
 Yes/ he added, examining the necklace that 
 Yerba had handed to him, ' I am certain it is 
 the same ; it was unique, like this. Odd, isn't 
 it?' 
 
 Everybody said it was odd, and looked upon 
 the occurrence with that unreasoning satisfaction 
 with which average humanity receives the most 
 trivial and unmeaning coincidences. It was left 
 to Don Csesar to give it a gallant application. 
 
 ' I have not-a the pleasure of knowing-a the 
 Miss Minnie, but the jewellery, when she 
 arrives, to the throat-a of Miss Yerba, she has 
 not lost the value the beauty the charm.' 
 
 ' No/ said Woods, cheerily. ' The fact is, 
 Baker, you were too slow. Miss Yerba's folks
 
 128 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 gobbled np the necklace while you were thinking. 
 You were a new comer. Old ' forty-niners ' 
 did not hesitate over a thing they wanted. 
 
 ' You never knew who was your successful 
 rival, eh ? ' said Dona Anna, turning to Judge 
 Baker with a curious glance at Paul's pale face 
 in passing. 
 
 ' No,' said Baker, ' but ' he stopped 
 
 with a hesitating laugh and some little confusion. 
 ' No, I've mixed it up with something else. 
 It's so long ago. ' I never knew, or if I did 
 I've forgotten. But the necklace I remember.' 
 He handed it back to Yerba with a bow, and 
 the incident ended. 
 
 Paul had not looked at Yerba during this 
 conversation, an unreasoning instinct that he 
 might confuse her, an equally unreasoning dread 
 that he might see her confused by others, 
 possessing him. And when he did glance at 
 her calm, untroubled face, that seemed only a 
 little surprised at his own singular coldness, he 
 was by no means relieved. He was only con 
 vinced of one thing. In the last five minutes 
 he had settled upon the irrevocable determina 
 tion that his present relations with the girl could
 
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 exist no longer. He must either tell her every 
 thing, or see her no more. There was no 
 middle course. She was on the brink of an 
 exposure at any moment, either through her 
 ignorance or her unhappy pretension. In his 
 intolerable position, he was equally unable to 
 contemplate her peril, accept her defence, or 
 himself defend her. 
 
 As if, with some feminine instinct, she had 
 attributed his silence to some jealousy of Don 
 Caesar's attentions, she more than once turned 
 from the Spaniard to Paul with an assuring 
 smile. In his anxiety, he half-accepted the 
 rather humiliating suggestion, and managed to 
 say to her, in a lower tone 
 
 1 On this last visit of your American guardian, 
 one would think, you need not already anticipate 
 your Spanish relations.' 
 
 He was thrilled with the mischievous yet 
 faintly tender pleasure that sparkled in her eyes 
 as she said 
 
 ' You forget it is my American guardian's 
 first visit, as well as his last.' 
 
 ' And as your guardian,' he went on, with 
 half-veiled seriousness, ' I protest against your 
 
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 allowing your treasures, the property of the 
 Trust,' he gazed directly into her beautiful eyes, 
 ' being handled and commented upon by every 
 body.' 
 
 When the ladies had left the table, he was, 
 for a moment, relieved. But only for a moment. 
 Judge Baker drew his chair beside Paul's, and 
 taking his cigar from his lips, said, with a per 
 functory laugh 
 
 ' I say, Hathaway, I pulled up just in time 
 to save myself from making an awful speech, 
 just now, to your ward.' 
 
 Paul looked at him with cold curiosity. 
 
 ' Yes. Gad ! Do you know who was my 
 rival in that necklace transaction ? ' 
 
 ' No,' said Paul, with frigid carelessness. 
 
 'Why, Kate Howard! Fact, Sir. She 
 bought it right under my nose and overbid me, 
 too.' 
 
 Paul did not lose his self-possession. 
 Thanks to the fact that Yerba was not present, 
 and that Don Caesar, who had overheard the 
 speech, moved forward with a suggestive and 
 unpleasant smile, his agitation congealed into a 
 coldly placid fury.
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 131 
 
 1 And I suppose,' he returned, with perfect 
 Calmness, ' that, after the usual habit of this class 
 of women, the necklace very soon found its way 
 back, through the pawnbroker, to the jeweller 
 again. It's a common fate.' 
 
 ' Yes, of course,' said Judge Baker, cheer 
 fully. ' You're quite right. That's undoubtedly 
 the solution of it. But,' with a laugh, ' I had a 
 narrow escape from saying something eh ? ' 
 
 'A very narrow escape from an apparently 
 gratuitous insult,' said Paul, gravely, but fixing 
 his eyes, now more luminous than ever with 
 anger, not on the speaker, but on the face of 
 Don Caesar, who was standing at his side. 
 ' You were about to say ' 
 
 ' Eh oh ah ! this Kate Howard ? So ! 
 I have heard of her yees ! And Miss Yerba 
 ah she is of my country I think. Yes 
 we shall claim her of a truth yes.' 
 
 ' Your countrymen, I believe, are in the 
 habit of making claims that are more often 
 founded on profit than verity,' said Paul, with 
 smileless and insulting deliberation. He knew 
 perfectly what he was saying, and the result he 
 expected. Only twenty-four hours before he 
 
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 132 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GA7E 
 
 had smiled at Pendleton's idea of averting 
 scandal and discovery by fighting, yet he was 
 
 lie was endeavouring to pick a quarrel with a man merely on suspicion 
 
 endeavouring to pick a quarrel with a man, 
 merely on suspicion, for the same purpose, and 
 he saw nothing strange in it. A vague idea
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 133 
 
 too, that this would irrevocably confirm him in 
 opposition to Yerba's illusions probably deter 
 mined him. 
 
 But Don Caesar, albeit smiling lividly, did 
 not seem inclined to pick up the gauntlet, and 
 Woods interfered hastily. ' Don Caesar means 
 that your ward has some idea herself that she is 
 of Spanish origin at least, M illy says so. But 
 of course, as one of the oldest trustees, you know 
 the facts.' 
 
 In another moment Paul would have com 
 mitted himself. ' I think we'll leave Miss 
 Yerba out of the question/ he said coldly. 
 ' My remark was a general one, though, of 
 course, I am responsible for any personal appli 
 cation of it.' 
 
 ' Spoken like a politician, Hathaway, said 
 Judge Baker, with an effusive enthusiasm which 
 he hoped would atone for the alarming results 
 of his infelicitous speech. ' That's right, gentle 
 men ! You can't get the facts from him before 
 he is ready to give them. Keep your secret, 
 Mr. Hathaway, the Court is with you.' 
 
 Nevertheless, as they passed out of the 
 room to join the ladies, the Mayor lingered a
 
 134 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 little behind with Woods. It's easy to see the in 
 fluence of that Pendleton on our young friend,' he 
 said significantly. ' Somebody ought to tell him 
 that it's played out down here as Pendleton 
 is. It's quite enough to ruin his career.' 
 
 Paul was too observant not to notice this, 
 but it brought him no sense of remorse ; and 
 his youthful belief in himself and his power kept 
 him from concern. He felt as if he had done 
 something, if only to show Don Caesar that the 
 girl's weakness or ignorance could not be traded 
 upon with impunity. But he was still undecided 
 as to the course he should pursue. But he 
 should determine that to-night. At present 
 there seemed no chance of talking to her alone 
 she was unconcernedly conversing with Milly 
 and Mrs. Woods, and already the visitors who 
 had been invited to this hurried levte in his 
 honour were arriving. In view of his late indis 
 cretion, he nervously exerted his fullest powers, 
 and in a very few minutes was surrounded by a 
 breathless and admiring group of worshippers. 
 A ludicrous resemblance to the scene in the 
 Golden Gate Hotel passed through his mind ; 
 he involuntarily turned his eyes to seek Yerba
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 135 
 
 in the half-fear, half-expectation of meeting her 
 mischievous smile. Their glances met ; to his 
 surprise hers was smileless, and instantly with 
 drawn, but not until he had been thrilled by an 
 unconscious prepossession in its luminous depths 
 that he scarcely dared to dwell upon. What 
 mattered now his passage with Don Caesar or the 
 plaudits of his friends ? She was proud of him ! 
 Yet, after that glance she was shy, pre 
 occupying herself with Milly, or even listening 
 sweetly to Judge Baker's somewhat practical and 
 unromantic reminiscences of the deprivations 
 and the hardships of Californian early days, as 
 if to condone his past infelicity. She was 
 pleasantly unaffected with Don Caesar, although 
 she managed to draw Dona Anna into the con 
 versation ; she was unconventional, Paul fancied, 
 to all but himself. Once or twice, when he had 
 artfully drawn her towards the open French 
 windows that led to the moonlit garden and 
 shadowed verandah, she had managed to link 
 Milly's arm in her own, and he was confident 
 that a suggestion to stroll with him in the open 
 air would be followed by her invitation to Milly 
 to accompany them. Disappointed and mor-
 
 136 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 tified as he was, he found some solace in her 
 manner, which he still believed suggested the 
 hope that she might be made accessible to his 
 persuasions. Persuasions to what ? He did 
 not know. 
 
 The last guest had departed ; he lingered 
 on the verandah with a cigar, begging his host 
 and hostess not to trouble themselves to keep 
 him company. Milly and Yerba had retired to 
 the former's boudoir, but, as they had not yet 
 formally bade him good-night, there was a 
 chance of their returning. He still stayed on 
 in this hope for half an hour, and then, accept 
 ing Yerba's continued absence as a tacit refusal 
 of his request, he turned abruptly away. But 
 as he glanced around the garden before re- 
 entering the house, he was struck by a singular 
 circumstance a white patch, like a forgotten 
 shawl, which he had observed on the distant 
 ceanothus hedge, and which had at first thrilled 
 him with expectation, had certainly changed its 
 position. Before, it seemed to be near the 
 summer-house ; now it was, undoubtedly, 
 farther away. Could they, or she alone, have 
 slipped from the house and be awaiting him
 
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 137 
 
 there ? With a muttered exclamation at his 
 stupidity he stepped hastily from the verandah 
 
 He lingered on the verandah with a cigar 
 
 and walked towards it. But he had scarcely 
 proceeded a dozen yards before it disappeared.
 
 138 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 He reached the summer-house rit was empty 
 he followed the line of hedge no one was 
 there. It could not have been her, or she 
 would have waited unless he were the victim 
 of a practical joke. He turned impatiently 
 back to the house, re-entered the drawing-room 
 by the French window, and was crossing the 
 half-lit apartment, when he heard a slight 
 rustle in the shadow of the window. He looked 
 around quickly, and saw that it was Yerba, in 
 a white loose gown, for which she had already 
 exchanged her black evening dress, leaning 
 back composedly on the sofa, her hands clasped 
 behind her shapely head. 
 
 ' I am waiting for Milly,' she said, with 
 a faint smile on her lips. He fancied, in the 
 moonlight that streamed upon her, that her 
 beautiful face was pale. ' She has gone to the 
 other wing to see one of the servants who is 
 ill. We thought you were on the verandah 
 smoking and I should have company, until I 
 saw you start off, and rush up and down the 
 hedge like mad.' 
 
 Paul felt that he was losing his self-pos 
 session, and becoming nervous in her presence.
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 139 
 
 ' I thought it was you' he stammered. 
 
 ' Me ! Out in the garden at this hour, alone, 
 and in the broad moonlight ? What are you 
 thinking of, Mr. Hathaway ? Do you know 
 anything of convent rules, or is that your idea 
 of your ward's education ? ' 
 
 He fancied that, though she smiled faintly, 
 her voice was as tremulous as his own. 
 
 ' I want to speak with you,' he said, with 
 awkward directness. ' I even thought of 
 asking you to stroll with me in the garden.' 
 
 ' Why not talk here ? ' she returned, chang 
 ing her position, pointing to the other end of 
 the sofa, and drawing the whole overflow of 
 her skirt to one side. 'It is not so very late, 
 and Milly will return in a few moments.' 
 
 Her face was in shadow now, but there 
 was a glow-worm light in her beautiful eyes 
 that seemed faintly to illuminate her whole 
 face. He sank down on the sofa at her side, 
 no longer the brilliant and ambitious politician, 
 but, it seemed to him, as hopelessly a dreaming, 
 inexperienced boy as when he had given her 
 the name that now was all he could think of, 
 and the only word that rose to his feverish lips.
 
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 'Yerba!' 
 
 ' I like to hear you say it,' she said quickly, 
 as if to gloss over his first omission of her 
 formal prefix, and leaning a little forward, with 
 her eyes on his. ' One would think you had 
 created it. You almost make me regret to 
 lose it.' 
 
 He stopped ! He felt that the last sentence 
 had saved him. ' It is of that I want to speak,' 
 he broke out suddenly and almost rudely. 
 ' Are you satisfied that it means nothing and 
 can mean nothing, to you ? Does it awaken 
 no memory in your mind recall nothing 'you 
 care to know ? Think ! I beg you, I implore 
 you to be frank with me ! ' 
 
 She looked at him with surprise. 
 
 ' I have told you already that my present 
 name must be some absurd blunder, or some 
 intentional concealment. But why do you 
 want to know now ? ' she continued, adding her 
 faint smile to the emphasis. > 
 
 ' To help you ! ' he said eagerly. ' For that 
 alone ! To do all I can to assist you, if you 
 really believe, and want to believe, that you 
 have another, To ask you to confide in me ;
 
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 to tell me all you have been told, all that you 
 know, think you know, or want to know about 
 your relationship to the Arguellos or to any 
 one ! And then to devote myself entirely to 
 proving what you shall say is your desire. 
 You see, I am frank with you, Yerba ! I only 
 ask you to be as frank with me : to let me know 
 your doubts, that I may counsel you ; your 
 fears, that I may give you courage.' 
 
 1 Is that all that you came here to tell me ? ' 
 she asked quietly. 
 
 ' No, Yerba,' he said eagerly, taking her 
 unresisting but indifferent hand, ' not all ; but 
 all that I must say, all that I have the right 
 to say, all that you, Yerba, would permit me to 
 tell you now. But let me hope that the day is 
 not far distant when I can tell you all, when 
 you will understand that this silence has been 
 the hardest sacrifice of the man who now speaks 
 to you.' 
 
 ' And yet not unworthy of a rising poli 
 tician,' she added, quickly withdrawing her hand. 
 ' I agree,' she went on, looking towards the 
 door, yet without appearing to avoid his eager 
 eyes, ' and when I have settled upon " a local
 
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 habitation and a name " we shall renew this 
 interesting conversation. Until then, as my 
 fourth official guardian used to say he was a 
 lawyer, Mr. Hathaway, like yourself when he 
 was winding up his conjectures on the subject 
 all that has passed is to be considered " with 
 out prejudice " ! ' 
 
 ' But, Yerba ' began Paul, bitterly. 
 
 She slightly raised her hand as if to check 
 him with a warning gesture. ' Yes, dear/ 
 she said suddenly, lifting her musical voice, with 
 a mischievous side-glance at Paul, as if to 
 indicate her conception of the irony of a 
 possible application, ' this way ! Here we are 
 waiting for you ! ' Her listening ear had 
 detected Milly's step in the passage, and in 
 another moment that cheerful young woman 
 discreetly stopped on the threshold of the room, 
 with every expression of apologetic indiscretion 
 in her face. 
 
 ' We have finished our talk, and Mr. 
 Hathaway has been so concerned about my 
 having no real name that he has been promising 
 me everything, but his own, for a suitable one. 
 Haven't you, Mr. Hathaway ? ' She rose slowly
 
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 and, going over to Milly, put her arm around 
 her waist and stood for one instant gazing 
 at him between the curtains of the door 
 way. ' Good-night. My very proper chaperon 
 is dreadfully shocked at this midnight inter 
 view, and is taking me away. Only think of 
 it, Milly : he actually proposed to me to walk 
 in the garden with him ! Good-night, or, as 
 my ancestors don't forget, my ancestors 
 used to say : " Biiena noche hast a mafiana /" 
 She lingered over the Spanish syllables with 
 an imitation of Dona Anna's lisp, and with 
 another smile, but more faint and more 
 ghost-like than before, vanished with her com 
 panion. 
 
 At eight o'clock the next morning Paul 
 was standing beside his portmanteau on the 
 verandah. 
 
 ' But this is a sudden resolution of yours, 
 Hathaway,' said Mr. Woods. ' Can you not 
 possibly wait for the next train ? The girls 
 will be down then, and you can breakfast 
 comfortably.' 
 
 ' I have much to do more than I imagined 
 in San Francisco before I return,' said Paul,
 
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 quickly. ' You must make ray excuses to 
 them and to your wife.' 
 
 I hope you have had no more words with Don Caesar ' 
 
 ' I hope,' said Woods, with an uneasy 
 laugh, ' you have had no more words with Don 
 Caesar, or he with you ? '
 
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 ' No,' said Paul, with a reassuring smile, 
 ' nothing more, I assure you.' 
 
 ' For you know you're a devilish quick 
 fellow, Hathaway,' continued Woods, ' quite as 
 quick as your friend Pendleton. And, by the 
 way, Baker is awfully cut up about that absurd 
 speech of his, you know. Came to me last 
 night and wondered if anybody could think it 
 was intentional. I told him it was d d 
 stupid, that was all. I guess his wife had been 
 at him. Ha ! ha ! You see, he remembers 
 the old times, when everybody talked of these 
 things, and that woman Howard was quite a 
 character. I'm told she went off to the States 
 years ago.' 
 
 ' Possibly,' said Paul, carelessly. After a 
 pause, as the carriage drove up to the door, he 
 turned to his host. ' By the way, Woods, have 
 you a ghost here ? ' 
 
 ' The house is old enough for one. But, 
 no. Why ? ' 
 
 ' I'll swear I saw a figure moving yonder, 
 in the shrubbery, late last evening ; and when 
 I came up to it, it most unaccountably dis 
 appeared.'
 
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 ' One of Don Caesar's servants, I dare say. 
 There is one of them, an Indian, prowling 
 about here, I've been told, at all hours. I'll 
 put a stop to it. Well, you must go, then ? 
 Dreadfully sorry you couldn't stop longer! 
 Good-bye ! '
 
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 147 
 
 CHAPTER IV 
 
 T was two months later 
 that Mr. Tony Shear, 
 of Marysville, but lately 
 confidential clerk to the 
 Hon. Paul Hathaway, 
 entered his employer's 
 chambers in Sacra 
 mento, and handed the 
 latter a letter. 
 
 ' I only got back 
 from San Francisco 
 this morning ; but Mr. 
 Slate said I was to give you that, and if it satis 
 fied you, and was what you wanted, you would 
 send it back to him.' 
 
 Paul took the envelope and opened it. It 
 contained a printer's proof-slip, which he hur 
 riedly glanced over. It read as follows : 
 Those of our readers who are familiar with 
 
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 the early history of San Francisco will be 
 interested to know that an eccentric and 
 irregular trusteeship, vested for the last eight 
 
 A printer's proof slip, which he hurriedly glanced over 
 
 years in the Mayor of San Francisco and two 
 of our oldest citizens, was terminated yesterday 
 by the majority of a beautiful and accomplished
 
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 young lady, a pupil of the Convent of Santa 
 Clara. Very few, except the original trustees, 
 were cognisant of the fact that the adminis 
 tration of the trustees has been a recognised 
 function of the successive Mayors of San 
 Francisco during this period ; and the mystery 
 surrounding it has been only lately divulged. 
 It offers a touching and romantic instance of a 
 survival of the old patriarchal duties of the 
 former Alcaldes and the simplicity of pioneer 
 days. It seems that, in the unsettled conditions 
 of the Mexican land-titles that followed the 
 American occupation, the consumptive widow 
 of a scion of one of the oldest Californian 
 families entrusted her property and the custody 
 of her infant daughter virtually to the City of 
 San Francisco, as represented by the trustees 
 specified, until the girl should become of age. 
 Within a year, the invalid mother died. With 
 what loyalty, sagacity, and prudence these 
 gentlemen fulfilled their trust may be gathered 
 from the fact that the property left in their 
 charge has not only been secured and protected, 
 but increased a hundredfold in value ; and that 
 the young lady who yesterday attained her
 
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 majority is not only one of the richest landed 
 heiresses on the Pacific Slope, but one of the 
 most accomplished and thoroughly educated of 
 her sex. It is now no secret that this favoured 
 child of Chrysopolis is the Dona Maria Con- 
 cepcion de Arguello de la Yerba Buena, so 
 called from her ancestral property on the 
 island, now owned by the Federal Government. 
 But it is an affecting and poetic tribute to the 
 parent of her adoption that she has preferred 
 to pass under the old, quaintly typical name of 
 the city, and has been known to her friends 
 simply as ' Miss Yerba Buena.' It is a no less 
 pleasant and suggestive circumstance that our 
 'youngest Senator,' the Honourable Paul 
 Hathaway, formerly private secretary to Mayor 
 Hammersley, is one of the original unofficial 
 trustees ; while the chivalry of the older days 
 is perpetuated in the person of Colonel Harry 
 Pendleton, the remaining trustee. 
 
 As soon as he had finished, Paul took a 
 pencil and crossed out the last six lines ; but 
 instead of laying the proof aside, or returning 
 it to the waiting secretary, he remained with it 
 in his hand, his silent, set face turned towards
 
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 the window. Whether the merely human 
 secretary was tired of waiting, or the devoted 
 partisan saw something on his young chief's 
 face that disturbed him, he turned to Paul with 
 that exaggerated respect which his functions as 
 secretary had grafted upon his affection for his 
 old associate, and said 
 
 ' I hope nothing's wrong, Sir. Not another 
 of those scurrilous attacks on you for putting 
 that Bill through to relieve Colonel Pendleton ? 
 Yet it was a risky thing for you, Sir.' 
 
 Paul started, recovered himself as if from 
 some remote abstraction, and, with a smile, 
 said : ' No nothing. Quite the reverse. 
 Write to Mr. Slate, thank him, and say that 
 it will do very well with the exception of the 
 lines I have marked out. Then bring me the 
 letter, and I will add this enclosure. Did you 
 call on Colonel Pendleton ? ' 
 
 1 Yes, Sir. He was at Santa Clara, and 
 had not yet returned at least, that's what that 
 dandy nigger of his told me. The airs and 
 graces that that creature puts on since the 
 Colonel's affairs have been straightened out is 
 a little too much for a white man to stand.
 
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 Why, Sir ! d d if he didn't want to patron 
 ise you, and allowed to me that " de Kernel" 
 had a "fah ideah " of you, " and thought you 
 a promisin' young man." The fact is, Sir, the 
 Party is making a big mistake trying to give 
 votes to that kind of cattle it would only be 
 giving two votes to the other side, for, slave or 
 free, they're the chattels of their old masters. 
 And as to the masters' gratitude for what 
 you've done affecting a single vote of their 
 Party you're mistaken.' 
 
 ' Colonel Pendleton belongs to no Party,' 
 said Paul, curtly ; ' but if his old constituents 
 ever try to get into power again, they've lost 
 their only independent martyr.' 
 
 He presently became abstracted again, and 
 Shear produced from his overcoat pocket a 
 series of official-looking documents. 
 
 ' I've brought the reports, Sir.' 
 
 ' Eh ? ' said Paul, absently. 
 
 The secretary stared. ' The reports of the 
 San Francisco Chief of Police that you asked 
 me to get.' His employer was certainly very 
 forgetful to-day. 
 
 ' Oh, yes ; thank you. You can lay them
 
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 on my desk. I'll look them over in Committee. 
 You can go now, and if anyone calls to see me 
 say I am busy.' 
 
 The secretary disappeared in the adjoining 
 room, and Paul leaned back in his chair, 
 thinking. He had, at last, effected the work 
 he had resolved upon when he left Rosario two 
 months ago ; the article he had just read, and 
 which would appear as an editorial in the San 
 Francisco paper the day after to-morrow, was 
 the culmination of quietly persistent labour, 
 inquiry, and deduction, and would be accepted, 
 hereafter, as authentic history, which, if not 
 thoroughly established, at least could not be 
 gainsaid. Immediately on arriving at San 
 Francisco, he had hastened to Pendleton's 
 bedside, and laid the facts and his plan before 
 him. To his mingled astonishment and chagrin, 
 the Colonel had objected vehemently to this 
 ' saddling of anybody's offspring on a gentleman 
 who couldn't defend himself,' and even Paul's 
 explanation that the putative father was a 
 myth scarcely appeased him. But Paul's timely 
 demonstration, by relating the scene he had 
 witnessed of Judge Baker's infelicitous memory,
 
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 that the secret was likely to be revealed at any 
 moment, and that if the girl continued to cling 
 to her theory, as he feared she would, even to 
 the parting with her fortune, they would be 
 forced to accept it, or be placed in the hideous 
 position of publishing her disgrace, at last con 
 vinced him. On the other hand, there was 
 less danger of her positive imposition being dis 
 covered than of the vague and impositive truth. 
 The real danger lay in the present uncertainty 
 and mystery, which courted surmise and invited 
 discovery. Paul, himself, was willing to take 
 all the responsibility, and at last extracted from 
 the Colonel a promise of passive assent. The 
 only revelation he feared was from the inter 
 ference of the mother, but Pendleton was 
 strong in the belief that she had not only 
 utterly abandoned the girl to the care of her 
 guardians, but that she would never rescind her 
 resolution to disclaim her relationship ; that she 
 had gone into self-exile for that purpose ; and 
 that if she had changed her mind he would 
 be the first to know of it. On this they had 
 parted. Meantime, Paul had not forgotten 
 another resolution he had formed on his first
 
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 visit to the Colonel, and had actually succeeded 
 in getting Legislative relief for the Golden 
 Gate Bank, and restoring to the Colonel some 
 of his private property that had been in the 
 hands of a Receiver. 
 
 This had been the background of Paul's 
 meditation, which only threw into stronger relief 
 the face and figure that moved before him as per 
 sistently as it had once before in the twilight of 
 his room at Rosario. There were times when 
 her moonlit face, with its faint strange smile, 
 stood out before him as it had stood out of the 
 shadows of the half-darkened drawing-room that 
 night ; as he had seen it he believed for the 
 last time framed for an instant in the parted 
 curtains of the doorway, when she bade him 
 ' Good-night.' For he had never visited her 
 since, and, on the attainment of her majority, 
 had delegated his passing functions to Pendle- 
 ton, whom he had induced to accompany the 
 Mayor to Santa Clara for the final and formal 
 ceremony. For the present she need not know 
 how much she had been indebted to him for the 
 accomplishment of her wishes. 
 
 With a sigh he at last recalled himself to his
 
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 duty, and, drawing the pile of reports which 
 Shear had handed him, he began to examine 
 them. These, again, bore reference to his 
 silent, unobtrusive inquiries. In his function as 
 Chairman of Committee he had taken advan 
 tage of a kind of advanced moral legislation then 
 in vogue, and particularly in reference to a 
 certain social reform, to examine statistics, 
 authorities, and witnesses, and in this indirect 
 but exhaustive manner had satisfied himself that 
 the woman ' Kate Howard,' alias ' Beverley/ 
 alias ' Durfree,' had long passed beyond the ken 
 of local police supervision, and that in the record 
 there was no trace or indication of her child. 
 He was going over those infelix records of early 
 transgressions with the eye of trained experience, 
 making notes from time no time for his official 
 use, and yet always watchful of his secret quest, 
 when suddenly he stopped with a quickened 
 pulse. In the record of an affray at a gambling- 
 house, one of the parties had sought refuge in 
 the room of ' Kate Howard,' who was repre 
 sented before the magistrate by her protector, 
 Juan de Arguello. The date given was con 
 temporary with the beginning of the Trust, but
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 157 
 
 that proved nothing. But the name had it 
 any significance, or was it a grim coincidence, 
 that spoke even more terribly and hopelessly of 
 the woman's promiscuous frailty ? He again 
 attacked the entire report, but there was no 
 other record of her name. Even that would 
 have passed any eye less eager and watchful 
 than his own. 
 
 He laid the reports aside, and took up the 
 proof-slip again. Was there any man living 
 but himself and Pendleton who would connect 
 these two statements ? That her relations 
 with this Arguello were brief and not gener 
 ally known was evident from Pendleton's 
 ignorance of the fact. But he must see him 
 again, and at once. Perhaps he might have 
 acquired some information from Yerba ; the 
 young girl might have given to his age that 
 confidence she had withheld from the younger 
 man ; indeed, he remembered with a flush it 
 was partly in that hope that he had induced 
 the Colonel to go to Santa Clara. He put the 
 proof-slip in his pocket and stepped to the door 
 of the next room. 
 
 1 You need not write that letter to Slate
 
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 Tony. I will see him myself. I am going to 
 San Francisco to-night.' 
 
 ' And do you want anything copied from the 
 reports, Sir ? ' 
 
 Paul quickly swept them from the table into 
 his drawer, and locked it. ' Not now, thank 
 you. I'll finish my notes later.' 
 
 The next morning Paul was in San Fran 
 cisco, and had again crossed the portals of the 
 Golden Gate Hotel. He had been already told 
 that the doom of that palatial edifice was sealed 
 by the laying of the corner-stone of a new erec 
 tion in the next square that should utterly eclipse 
 it ; he even fancied that it had already lost its 
 freshness, and its meretricious glitter had been 
 tarnished. But when he had ordered his break 
 fast he made his way to the public parlour, 
 happily deserted at that early hour. It was 
 here that he had first seen her. She was stand 
 ing there, by that mirror, when their eyes first 
 met in a sudden instinctive sympathy. She 
 herself had remembered and confessed it. He 
 recalled the pleased yet conscious girlish superio 
 rity with which she had received the adulation 
 of her friends ; his memory of her was broad
 
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 enough now even to identify Milly, as it re- 
 peopled the vacant and silent room. 
 
 An hour later he was making his way to 
 Colonel Pendleton's lodgings, and half-expecting 
 to find the St. Charles' Hotel itself transformed 
 by the eager spirit of improvement. But it was 
 still there in all its barbaric and provincial incon 
 gruity. Public opinion had evidently recognised 
 that nothing save the absolute razing of its 
 warped and flimsy walls could effect a change, 
 and waited for it to collapse suddenly like the 
 house of cards it resembled. Paul wondered 
 for a moment if it were not ominous of its 
 lodgers' hopeless inability to accept changed 
 conditions, and it was with a feeling of doubt 
 that he even now ascended the creaking stair 
 case. But it was instantly dissipated on the 
 threshold of the Colonel's sitting-room by the 
 appearance of George and his reception of his 
 master's guest. 
 
 The grizzled negro was arrayed in a sur 
 prisingly new suit of blue cloth with a portentous 
 white waistcoat and an enormous crumpled 
 white cravat, that gave him the appearance of 
 suffering from a glandular swelling. His manner
 
 160 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 had, it seemed to Paul, advanced in exaggeration, 
 with his clothes. Dusting a chair and offering 
 it to the visitor, he remained gracefully posed 
 with his hand on the back of another. 
 
 ' Yo finds us heah yet, Marse Hathaway, 
 he began, elegantly toying with an enormous 
 silver watch-chain, ' fo' de Kernel he don' bin 
 find contagious apartments dat at all approximate, 
 and he don' build, for his mind's not dat settled 
 dat he ain't goin' to trabbel. De place is low 
 down, Sah, and de fo'ks is low down, and dah's 
 a heap o' white trash dat has congested under 
 de roof ob de hotel since we came. But we 
 uses it temper'ly, Sah, fo' de present, and in a 
 dissolutory fashion.' 
 
 It struck Paul that the contiguity of a 
 certain barber's shop and its dangerous reminis 
 cences had something to do with George's lofty 
 depreciation of his surroundings, and he could 
 not help saying 
 
 ' Then you don't find it necessary to have it 
 convenient to the barber's shop any more ? I 
 am glad of that, George.' 
 
 The shot told. The unfortunate George, 
 after an endeavour to collect himself by altering
 
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 his pose two or three times in rapid succession, 
 finally collapsed, and with an air of mingled 
 pain and dignity, but without losing his ceremo 
 nious politeness or unique vocabulary, said 
 
 ' Yo got me dah, Sah ! Yo got me dan-!- 
 De infirmities o' human natcheh, Sah, is de 
 common p'operty ob man, and a gemplum like 
 yo'self, Sah, a legislate' and a pow'ful speakah, 
 is de lass one to hoi' it agin de individal pusson. 
 I confess, Sah, de circumstances was propis- 
 kuous, de fees fahly good, and de risks inferior. 
 De gemplum who kept de shop was an artess 
 hisself, arilKhad been niggah to Kernel Hen 
 derson of Tennessee, and de gemplum I relieved 
 was a Mr. Johnson. But de Kernel, he 
 wouldn't see it in that light, Sah, and if you 
 don' mind, Sah ' 
 
 ' I haven't the slightest idea of telling the 
 Colonel or anybody, George,' said Paul smiling ; 
 ' and I am glad to find on your own account 
 that you are able to put aside any work beyond 
 your duty here.' 
 
 ' Thank you, Sah. If yo'll let me introduce 
 yo to de refreshment, yo'll find it all right now. 
 De Glencoe is dah. De Kernel will be here 
 
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 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 soon, but he would be pow'ful mo'tified, Sah, 
 if yo didn't hab something afo' he come.' He 
 opened a well-filled sideboard as he spoke. It 
 
 ' Yo got me dah, Sah ! Yo got me dah! ' 
 
 was the first evidence Paul had seen of the 
 Colonel's restored fortunes. He would willingly 
 have contented himself with this mere outward
 
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 163 
 
 manifestation, but in his desire to soothe the 
 ruffled dignity of the old man he consented to 
 
 George at once became communicative 
 
 partake of a small glass of spirits. George at 
 once became radiant and communicative. ' De 
 Kernel bin gone to Santa Clara to see de young 
 
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 1 64 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 lady dat's finished her edercation dah de 
 Kernel's only ward, Sah. She's one o' dose 
 million-heiresses and highly connected, Sah, 
 wid de old Mexican Gobbermen, I understand. 
 And I reckon dey's bin big goin's on doun 
 dar, foh de Mayer kem hisself fo' de Kernel. 
 Looks like dey might bin a proceshon, Sah. 
 Yo don' know if de young lady bin hab a title, 
 Sah ? I won't be shuah, his Honah de Mayer 
 or de Kernel didn't say something about a 
 "Donna."' 
 
 ' Very likely,' said Paul, turning away with 
 a faint smile. So it was already in the air ! 
 Setting aside the old negro's characteristic 
 exaggeration, there had already been some 
 conversation between the Colonel and the 
 Mayor, which George had vaguely overheard. 
 He might be too late, the alternative might be 
 no longer in his hands. But his discomposure 
 was heightened a moment later by the actual 
 apparition of the returning Pendleton. 
 
 He was dressed in a tightly-buttoned blue 
 frock-coat, which fairly accented his tall, thin, 
 military figure, although the top lappel was 
 thrown far enough back to show a fine ruffled
 
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 165 
 
 cambric shirt and checked gingham necktie, 
 and was itself adorned with a white rosebud 
 
 He was dressed in a tightly-buttoned blue frock-coat 
 
 in the button-hole. Fawn-coloured trousers 
 strapped over narrow patent-leather boots, and 
 a tall white hat, whose broad mourning-band
 
 1 66 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 was a perpetual memory of his mother, who 
 had died in his boyhood, completed his festal 
 transformation. Yet his erect carriage, high 
 aquiline nose, and long grey drooping moustache 
 lent a distinguishing grace to this survival of a 
 bygone fashion, and overrode any irreverent 
 comment. Even his slight limp seemed to 
 give a peculiar character to his massive gold- 
 headed stick, and made it a part of his formal 
 elegance. 
 
 Handing George his 'stick and a military 
 cape he carried easily over his left arm, he 
 greeted Paul warmly, yet with a return of his 
 old dominant manner. 
 
 ' Glad to see you, Hathaway, and glad to 
 see the boy has served you better than the last 
 time. If I had known you were coming, I 
 would have tried to get back in time to have 
 breakfast with you. But your friends at 
 ' Rosario ' I think they call it ; in my time it 
 was owned by Colonel Briones, and he called it 
 ' The Devil's Little Canon ' detained me with 
 some d d civilities. Let's see his name is 
 Woods, isn't it ? Used to sell rum to run 
 away sailors on Long Wharf, and take stores in
 
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 exchange ? Or was it Baker? Judge Baker? 
 I forget which. Well, Sir, they wished to be 
 remembered.' 
 
 It struck Paul, perhaps unreasonably, that 
 the Colonel's indifference and digression were 
 both a little assumed, and he asked abruptly 
 
 ' And you fulfilled your mission ? ' 
 
 ' I made the formal transfer, with the Mayor, 
 of the property to Miss Arguello.' 
 
 'To Miss Arguello?' 
 
 ' To the Dona Maria Concepcion de Arguello 
 de la Yerba Buena to speak precisely,' said 
 the Colonel slowly. ' George, you can take 
 that hat to that blank hatter what's his blanked 
 name ? I read it only yesterday in a list of the 
 prominent citizens here and tell him, with my 
 compliments, that I want a gentleman? s mourn 
 ing band around my hat, and not a child's shoe 
 lace. It may be his idea of the value of his 
 own parents if he ever had any but I don't 
 care for him to appraise mine. Go ! ' 
 
 As the door closed upon George, Paul 
 turned to the Colonel 
 
 ' Then am I to understand that you have 
 agreed to her story ? '
 
 i68 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 The Colonel rose, picked up the decanter, 
 poured out a glass of whisky, and, holding it 
 in his hand, said 
 
 The Colonel poured out a glass of whisky 
 
 4 My dear Hathaway, let us understand each
 
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 other. As a gentleman, I have made a point 
 through life never to question the age, name, 
 or family of any lady of my acquaintance. Miss 
 Yerba Buena came of age yesterday, and, as 
 she is no longer my ward, she is certainly 
 entitled to the consideration I have just men 
 tioned. If she, therefore, chooses to tack to 
 her name the whole Spanish directory, I don't 
 see why I shouldn't accept it.' 
 
 Characteristic as this speech appeared to be 
 of the Colonel's ordinary manner, it struck Paul 
 as being only an imitation of his usual frank in 
 dependence, and made him uneasily conscious 
 of some vague desertion on Pendleton's part. 
 He fixed his bright eyes on his host, who was 
 ostentatiously sipping his liquor, and said 
 
 ' Am I to understand that you have heard 
 nothing more from Miss Yerba, either for or 
 against her story ? That you still do not know 
 whether she has deceived herself, has been 
 deceived by others, or is deceiving us ? ' 
 
 ' After what I have just told you, Mr. Hath 
 away,' said the Colonel, with an increased 
 exaggeration of manner which Paul thought 
 must be apparent even to himself, ' I should
 
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 have but one way of dealing with questions of 
 that kind from anybody but yourself.' 
 
 This culminating extravagance taken in 
 connection with Pendleton's passing doubts 
 actually forced a laugh from Paul in spite of his 
 bitterness. 
 
 Colonel Pendleton's face flushed quickly. 
 Like most positive one-idea'd men, he was 
 restricted from any possible humorous com 
 bination, and only felt a mysterious sense of 
 being detected in some weakness. He put 
 down his glass. 
 
 ' Mr. Hathaway,' he began, with a slight 
 vibration in his usual dominant accents, ' you 
 have lately put me under a sense of personal 
 obligation for a favour which I felt I could 
 accept without derogation from a younger man, 
 because it seemed to be one not only of youth 
 ful generosity but of justice, and was not un 
 worthy the exalted ambition of a young man 
 like yourself or the simple deserts of an old 
 man such as I am. I accepted it, Sir, the more 
 readily, because it was entirely unsolicited by 
 me, and seemed to be the spontaneous offering 
 of your own heart. If I have presumed upon
 
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 it to express myself freely on other matters in 
 a way that only excites your ridicule, I can but 
 offer you an apology, Sir. If I have accepted 
 a favour I can neither renounce nor return, I 
 must take the consequences to myself, and even 
 beg you, Sir, to put up with them.' 
 
 Remorseful as Paul felt, there was a singu 
 lar resemblance between the previous reproach 
 ful pose of George and this present attitude of 
 his master, as if the mere propinquity of per 
 sonal sacrifice had made them alike, that struck 
 him with a mingled pathos and ludicrousness. 
 But he said warmly : 'It is I who must apolo 
 gise, my dear Colonel. I am not laughing at 
 your conclusions, but at this singular coincidence 
 with a discovery I have made.' 
 
 'As how, Sir?' 
 
 ' I find in the report of the Chief of the 
 Police for the year 1850 that Kate Howard 
 was under the protection of a man named 
 Arguello.' 
 
 The Colonel's exaggeration instantly left 
 him. He stared blankly at Paul. ' And you call 
 this a laughing matter, Sir ? ' he said sternly, 
 but in his more natural manner.
 
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 1 Perhaps not, but I don't think, if you will 
 allow me to say so, my dear Colonel, that you 
 have been treating the whole affair very seriously. 
 I left you two months ago utterly opposed to 
 views which you are now treating as of no im 
 portance. And yet you wish me to believe 
 that nothing has happened, and that you have 
 no further information than you had then. That 
 this is so, and that you are really no nearer the 
 facts, I am willing to believe from your ignorance 
 of what I have just told you, and your concern 
 at it. But that you have not been influenced 
 in y we judgment Q{ what you do know, I cannot 
 believe ?' He drew nearer Pendleton, and laid 
 his hand upon his arm. ' I beg you to be frank 
 with me, for the sake of the person whose in 
 terests I see you have at heart. In what way 
 will the discovery I have just made affect them ? 
 You are not so far prejudiced as to be blind to 
 the fact that it may be dangerous because it 
 seems corroborative.' 
 
 Pendleton coughed, rose, took his stick, and 
 limped up and down the room, finally dropping 
 into an arm-chair by the window, with his cane 
 between his knees, and the drooping grey silken
 
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 threads of his long moustache curled nervously 
 between his fingers. 
 
 ' Mr. Hathaway, I will be frank with you. 
 I know nothing of this blank affair blank it 
 all ! but what I've told you. Your discovery 
 may be a coincidence, nothing more. But I 
 have been influenced, Sir influenced by one of 
 the most perfect, goddess-like yes, Sir ; one of 
 the most simple girlish creatures that God ever 
 sent upon earth. A woman that I should be 
 proud to claim as my daughter, a woman that 
 would always be the superior of any man who 
 dare aspire to be her husband ! A young lady 
 as peerless in her beauty as she is in her accom 
 plishments, and whose equal don't walk this 
 planet ! I know, Sir, you don't follow me ; I 
 know, Mr. Hathaway, your Puritan prejudices ; 
 your Church proclivities ; your worldly sense 
 of propriety ; and, above all, Sir, the blanked 
 hypocritical, Pharisaic doctrines of your party 
 I mean no offence to you, Sir, personally 
 blind you to that girl's perfections. She, poor 
 child, herself has seen it and felt it ; but never, 
 in her blameless innocence and purity, suspect 
 ing the cause. " There is," she said to me last
 
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 night, confidentially, " something strangely an 
 tagonistic and repellent in our natures, some 
 undefined and nameless barrier between our 
 ever understanding each other." You compre 
 hend, Mr. Hathaway, she does full justice to 
 your intentions and your unquestioned abilities. 
 " I am not blind," she said, " to Mr. Hathaway's 
 gifts, and it is very possible the fault lies with 
 me." Her very words, Sir.' 
 
 ' Then you believe she is perfectly ignorant 
 of her real mother ? ' asked Paul, with a steady 
 voice, but a whitening face. 
 
 ' As an unborn child,' said the Colonel, 
 emphatically. ' The snow on the Sierras is not 
 more spotlessly pure of any trace or contamina 
 tion of the mud of the mining ditches, than she 
 of her mother and her past. The knowledge 
 of it, the mere breath of suspicion of it, in her 
 presence would be a profanation, Sir ! Look at 
 her eye open as the sky and as clear ; look at 
 her face and figure as clean, Sir, as a Blue- 
 Grass thoroughbred ! Look at the way she 
 carries herself, whether in those white frillings 
 of her simple school-gown, or that black evening 
 dress that makes her look like a Princess ! And,
 
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 blank me, if she isn't one ! There's no poor 
 stock there no white trash no mixed blood, 
 Sir. Blank it all, Sir, if it comes to that the 
 Arguellos if there's a hound of them living 
 might go down on their knees to have their 
 name borne by such a creature ! By the Eternal, 
 Sir, if one of them dared to cross her path with 
 a word that wasn't abject yes, Sir, abject, I'd 
 wipe his dust off the earth and send it back to 
 his ancestors before he knew where he was, or 
 my name isn't Harry Pendleton ! ' 
 
 Hopeless and inconsistent as all this was, it 
 was a wonderful 'sight to see the Colonel, his 
 dark, stern face illuminated with a zealot's 
 enthusiasm, his eyes on fire, the ends of his 
 grey moustache curling around his set jaw, his 
 head thrown back, his legs astride, and his gold- 
 headed stick held in the hollow of his elbow, 
 like a lance at rest ! Paul saw it, and knew 
 that this Quixotic transformation was part of her 
 triumph, and yet had a miserable consciousness 
 that the charms of this Dulcinea del Toboso 
 had scarcely been exaggerated. He turned his 
 eyes away, and said quietly 
 
 ' TFen you don't think this coincidence will
 
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 ever awaken any suspicion in regard to her real 
 mother ?' 
 
 ' Not in the least, Sir not in the least,' said 
 the Colonel, yet, perhaps, with more dogged- 
 ness than conviction of accent. ' Nobody but 
 yourself would ever notice that police report, 
 and the connection of that woman's name with 
 his was not notorious, or I should have known 
 it.' 
 
 ' And you believe,' continued Paul, hope 
 lessly, ' that Miss Yerba's selection of the name 
 was purely accidental ? ' 
 
 ' Purely a schoolgirl's fancy. Fancy, did 
 I say ? No, Sir ; by Jove, an inspiration ! ' 
 
 ' And,' continued Paul, almost mechanically, 
 ' you do not think it may be some insidious 
 suggestion of an enemy who knew of this 
 transient relation that no one suspected ? ' 
 
 To his final amazement Pendleton's brow 
 cleared ! ' An enemy ? Gad ! you may be 
 right. I'll look into it ; and, if that is the case, 
 which I scarcely dare hope for, Mr. Hathaway, 
 you can safely leave him to me.' 
 
 He looked so supremely confident in his 
 fatuous heroism that Paul could say no more.
 
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 He rose and, with a faint smile upon his pale 
 face, held out his hand. ' I think that is all I 
 have to say. When you see Miss Yerba again 
 as you will, no doubt you may tell her that 
 I am conscious of no misunderstanding on my 
 part, except, perhaps, as to the best way I could 
 serve her, and that, but for what she has told 
 you, I should certainly have carried away no 
 remembrance of any misunderstanding of hers' 
 
 1 Certainly,' said the Colonel, with cheerful 
 philosophy, ' I will carry your message with 
 pleasure. You understand how it is, Mr. Hatha 
 way. There is no accounting for these instincts 
 we can only accept them as they are. But I 
 believe that your intentions, Sir, were strictly 
 according to what you conceived to be your 
 duty. You won't take something before you 
 go ? Well, then good-bye.' 
 
 Two weeks later Paul found among his 
 morning letters an envelope addressed in Colonel 
 Pendleton's boyish scrawling hand. He opened 
 it with an eagerness that no studied self-control 
 nor rigid preoccupation of his duties had yet 
 been able to subdue, and glanced hurriedly at 
 its contents : 
 
 N
 
 178 
 
 Dear Sir, As I am on the point of sailing 
 for Europe to-morrow to escort Miss Arguello 
 and Miss Woods on an extended visit to Eng 
 land and the Continent, I am desirous of in 
 forming you that I have thus far been unable to 
 find any foundation for the suggestions thrown 
 out by you in our last interview. Miss 
 Arguello's Spanish acquaintances have been 
 very select, and limited to a few school friends 
 and Don Caesar and Doiia Anna Briones, 
 tried friends, who are also fellow-passengers 
 with us to Europe. Miss Arguello suggests 
 that some political difference between you and 
 Don Caesar, which occurred during your visit to 
 Rosario three months ago, may have, perhaps, 
 given rise to your supposition. She joins me 
 in best wishes for your public career, which 
 even in the distractions of foreign travel and the 
 obligations of her position she will follow from 
 time to time with the greatest interest. Very 
 respectfully yours, 
 
 HARRY PENDLETON.
 
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 CHAPTER V 
 
 T was on an August day of 
 1863 that Paul Hathaway 
 resigned himself and his 
 luggage to the care of 
 the gold-laced, ostensible 
 porter of the Strudle Bad 
 Hof, not without some 
 uncertainty, in a land of 
 uniforms, whether he 
 would eventually be con 
 ducted to the barracks, 
 the police office, or the Conservatoire. He was 
 relieved when the omnibus drove into the court 
 yard of the Bad Hof. and the gold-chained 
 chamberlain, flanked by two green tubs of 
 oleanders, received him with a gravity calculated 
 to check any preconceived idea he might have 
 that travelling was a trifling affair, or that an 
 arrival at the Bad Hof was not of serious 
 
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 moment. His letters had not yet arrived, for 
 he had, in a fit of restlessness, shortened his 
 route, and he strolled listlessly into the reading- 
 room. Two or three English guests were 
 evidently occupied in eminently respectable 
 reading and writing ; two were sitting by the 
 window engaged in subdued but profitable 
 conversation ; and two Americans from Boston 
 were contentedly imitating them on the other 
 side of the room. A decent restraint, as of 
 people who were not for a moment to be led 
 into any foreign idea of social gaiety at a 
 watering-place, was visible everywhere. A 
 spectacled Prussian officer in full uniform passed 
 along the hall, halted for a moment at the door 
 way as if contemplating an armed invasion, 
 thought better of it, and took his uniform away 
 into the sunlight of the open square, where it 
 was joined by other uniforms, and became by 
 contrast a miracle of unbraced levity. Paul stood 
 the Polar silence for a few moments, until one 
 of the readers arose and, taking his book, a 
 Murray in his hand, walked slowly across the 
 room to a companion, mutely pointed to a pas 
 sage in the book, remained silent until the other
 
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 had dumbly perused it, and then walked back 
 
 \ 
 
 again to his seat, having achieved the incident 
 without a word. At which Paul, convinced of
 
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 his own incongruity, softly withdrew with his 
 hat in his hand, and his eyes fixed devotionally 
 upon it. 
 
 v 
 
 A Cavalryman walking with Clarchen 
 
 It was good after that to get into the slanting 
 sunlight and chequered linden shadows of the
 
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 Alice ; to see even a tightly jacketed cavalry 
 man naturally walking with Clarchen and her 
 two round-faced and drab-haired young charges ; 
 to watch the returning invalid procession, very 
 real and very human, each individual intensely 
 involved in the atmosphere of his own 
 symptoms ; and very good after that to turn 
 into the Thiergarten, where the animals were, 
 however, chiefly of his own species, and shame 
 lessly and openly amusing themselves. It was 
 pleasant to contrast it with his first visit to the 
 place three months before, and correct his crude 
 impressions. And it was still more pleasant 
 suddenly to recognise, under the round flat cap 
 of a general officer, a former traveller who was 
 fond of talking with him about America with 
 an intelligence and understanding of it that 
 Paul had often missed among his own travelled 
 countrymen. It was pleasant to hear his un 
 affected and simple greeting, to renew their old 
 acquaintance, and to saunter back to the hotel 
 together through the long twilight. 
 
 They were only a few squares from the 
 hotel, when Paul's attention was attracted by 
 the curiosity and delight of two or three children
 
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 before him, who seemed to be following a 
 quaint-looking figure that was evidently not un- 
 
 His unaffected and simple greeting 
 
 familiar to them. It appeared to be a servant 
 in a striking livery of green with yellow facings
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 185 
 
 and crested silver buttons, but still more re 
 markable for the indescribable mingling of 
 jaunty ease and conscious dignity with which 
 he carried off his finery. There was something 
 so singular and yet so vaguely reminiscent in 
 his peculiar walk and the exaggerated swing of 
 his light bamboo cane that Paul could not only 
 understand the childish wonder of the passers- 
 by, who turned to look after him, but was stirred 
 with a deeper curiosity. He quickened his 
 pace, but was unable to distinguish anything of 
 the face or features of the stranger, except that 
 his hair under his cocked hat appeared to be 
 tightly curled and powdered. Paul's companion, 
 who was amused at what seemed to be the 
 American's national curiosity, had seen the 
 figure before. ' A servant in the suite of 
 some Eastern Altesse visiting the baths. You 
 will see stranger things, my friend, in the 
 Strudle Bad. Par exemple, your own country 
 men, too ; the one who has enriched himself 
 by that pork of Chicago, or that soap, or 
 this candle, in a carriage with the crest of the 
 title he has bought in Italy, with his dollars, 
 and his beautiful daughters, who are seeking
 
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 more titles with possible matrimonial contin 
 gencies.' 
 
 After an early dinner, Paul found his way to 
 the little theatre. He had already been struck 
 by a highly coloured poster near the Bahnhof, 
 purporting that a distinguished German com 
 pany would give a representation of ' Uncle 
 Tom's Cabin,' and certain peculiarities in the 
 pictorial advertisement of the tableaux gave 
 promise of some entertainment. He found the 
 theatre fairly full : there was the usual contingent 
 of abonnirte officers, a fair sprinkling of English 
 and German travellers, but apparently none of 
 his own countrymen. He had no time to ex 
 amine the house more closely, for the play, 
 commencing with simple punctuality, not only 
 far exceeded the promise of the posters, but of 
 any previous performance of the play he had 
 witnessed. Transported at once to a gorgeous 
 tropical region the Slave States of America 
 resplendent with the fruits and palms of 
 Mauritius, and peopled exclusively with Paul 
 and Virginia's companions in striped cotton, 
 Hathaway managed to keep a composed face, 
 until the arrival of the good Southern planter
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 187 
 
 St. Clair as one of the earlier portraits of 
 Goethe, in top boots, light kerseymere breeches, 
 redingote and loose Byron collar, compelled him 
 to shrink into the upper corner of the box with 
 his handkerchief to his face. Luckily, the 
 action passed as the natural effect upon a 
 highly sympathetic nature of religious inter 
 views between a round-faced flaxen-haired 
 ' Kleine Eva ' and ' Onkeel Tome,' occasionally 
 assisted by a Dissenting clergyman in Geneva 
 bands ; of excessive brutality with a cattle whip 
 by a Zamiel-like Legree ; of the sufferings of a 
 runaway negro .Zimmermadchen with a child 
 three shades lighter than herself ; and of a 
 painted canvas ' man-hunt,' where apparently 
 four well-known German composers on horse 
 back, with flowing hair, top boots, and a cor de 
 chasse, were pursuing, with the aid of a pack of 
 foxhounds, ' the much too deeply abused and 
 yet spiritually elevated Onkeel Tome.' Paul 
 did not wait for the final apotheosis of ' der 
 Kleine Eva,' but, in the silence of a hushed 
 audience, made his way into the corridor and 
 down the staircase. He was passing an open 
 door marked ' Direction,' when his attention
 
 1 88 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 was sharply attracted by a small gathering 
 around it, and the sounds of indignant declama 
 tion. It was the voice of a countryman more 
 than that, it was a familiar voice, that he had 
 not heard for three years the voice of Colonel 
 Harry Pendleton ! 
 
 ' Tell him,' said Pendleton, in scathing 
 tones, to some invisible interpreter 'tell him, 
 Sir, that a more infamous caricature of the 
 blankest caricature that ever maligned a free 
 people, Sir, I never before had the honour of 
 witnessing. Tell him that /, Sir I, Harry 
 Pendleton, of Kentucky, a Southerner, Sir 
 an old slaveholder, Sir, declare it to be a tissue 
 of falsehoods unworthy the credence of a 
 Christian civilisation like this unworthy the 
 attention of the distinguished ladies and gentle 
 men that are gathered here to-night. Tell 
 him, Sir, he has been imposed upon. Tell 
 him I am responsible give him my card and 
 address personally responsible for what I say. 
 If he wants proofs blank it all ! tell him you 
 yourself have been a slave my slave, Sir ! 
 Take off your hat, Sir ! Ask him to look at 
 you ask him if he thinks you ever looked or
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 189 
 
 could look like that lop-eared, psalm-singing, 
 white-headed hypocrite on the stage ! Ask 
 him, Sir, if he thinks that blank ringmaster 
 they call St. Clair looks like Me \ ' 
 
 At this astounding exordium Paul eagerly 
 pressed forward and entered the bureau. 
 There certainly was Colonel Pendleton, in spot 
 less evening dress ; erect, flashing, and indig 
 nant ; his aquiline nose lifted like a hawk's 
 beak over his quarry, his iron-grey moustache, 
 now white and waxed, parted like a swallow's 
 tail over his handsome mouth, and between 
 him and the astounded ' Direction ' stood the 
 apparition of the Allee George ! There was 
 no mistaking him now. What Paul had thought 
 was a curled wig or powder was the old negro's 
 own white knotted wool and the astounding 
 livery he wore was carried off as no one but 
 George could carry it. 
 
 But he was still more amazed when the old 
 servant, in a German as exaggerated, as inco 
 herent, but still as fluent and persuasive as his 
 own native speech, began an extravagant tut 
 perfectly dignified and diplomatic translation of 
 his master's protests. Where and when, and
 
 190 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 by what instinct, he had assimilated and made 
 his own the grotesque inversions and ponderous 
 sentimentalities of Teutonic phrasing, Paul 
 could not guess ; but it was with breathless 
 wonder that he presently became aware that, 
 so perfect and convincing was the old man's 
 style and deportment, not only the simple 
 officials but even the bystanders were profoundly 
 impressed by this farrago of absurdity. A 
 happy word here and there, the full title and 
 rank given, even with a slight exaggeration, to 
 each individual, brought a deep and guttural 
 ' So ! ' from lips that would have found it 
 difficult to repeat a line of his ceremonious 
 idiocy. 
 
 In their preoccupation neither the Colonel 
 nor George had perceived Paul's entrance, but, 
 as the old servant turned with magnificent 
 courtesy towards the bystanders, his eyes fell 
 upon Paul. A flash of surprise, triumph, and 
 satisfaction lit up his rolling eyes. Paul in 
 stantly knew that he not only recognised him, 
 but that he had already heard of and thoroughly 
 appreciated a certain distinguished position that 
 Paul had lately held, and was quick to apply it.
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 191 
 
 Intensifying for a moment the grandiloquence 
 of his manner, he called upon his master's most 
 distinguished and happily arrived old friend, 
 the Lord Lieutenant Governor of the Golden 
 Californias, to corroborate his statement. 
 Colonel Pendleton started, and grasped Paul's 
 hand warmly. Paul turned to the already half- 
 mollified Director with the diplomatic suggestion 
 that the vivid and realistic acting of the admir 
 able company which he himself had witnessed 
 had perhaps unduly excited his old friend, even 
 as it had undoubtedly thrown into greater relief 
 the usual exaggerations of dramatic representa 
 tion, and the incident terminated with a pro 
 fusion of apologies, and the most cordial 
 expressions of international good feeling on 
 both sides. 
 
 Yet, as they turned away from the theatre 
 together, Paul could not help noticing that, 
 although the Colonel's first greeting had been 
 spontaneous and unaffected, it was succeeded 
 by an uneasy reserve. Paul made no attempt 
 to break it, and confined himself to a few general 
 inquiries, ending by inviting the Colonel to sup 
 with him at the hotel. Pendleton hesitated.
 
 192 
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 ' At any qther time, Mr. Hathaway, I should 
 have insisted upon you, as the stranger, supping 
 
 They turned away together
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 193 
 
 with me ; but since the absence of of the 
 rest of my party I have given up my suite of 
 rooms at the Bad Hof, and have taken smaller 
 lodgings for myself and the boy at the Schwartze 
 Adler. Miss Woods and Miss Arguello have 
 accepted an invitation to spend a few days at 
 the villa of the Baron and Baroness von Schil- 
 precht an hour or two from here.' He lingered 
 over the title with an odd mingling of impres- 
 siveness and inquiry, and glanced at Paul. But 
 Hathaway exhibiting neither emotion nor sur 
 prise at the mention of Yerba's name or the 
 title of her host, he continued, ' Miss Arguello, 
 I suppose you know, is immensely admired ; 
 she has been, Sir, the acknowledged belle of 
 Strudle Bad.' 
 
 ' I can readily believe it,' said Paul simply. 
 
 ' And has taken the position the position, 
 Sir, to which she is entitled.' 
 
 Without appearing to notice the slight 
 challenge in Pendleton's tone, Paul returned, 
 ' I am glad to hear it. The more particularly 
 as, I believe, the Germans are great sticklers 
 for position and pedigree.' 
 
 ' You are right, Sir quite right : they are,' 
 
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 said the Colonel, proudly ' although ' with a 
 certain premeditated deliberation ' I have been 
 credibly informed that the King can, in certain 
 cases, if he chooses, supply yes, Sir supply 
 a favoured person with ancestors yes, Sir, with 
 ancestors \ ' 
 
 Paul cast a quick glance at his companion. 
 
 ' Yes, Sir that is, we will say, in the case 
 of a lady of inferior rank or even birth, the 
 King of these parts can, on her marriage with 
 a nobleman blank it all ! ennoble her father 
 and mother, and their fathers and mothers, 
 though they've been dead, or as good as dead, 
 for years.' 
 
 ' I am afraid that's a slight exaggeration of 
 the rare custom of granting "noble lands," or 
 estates that carry hereditary titles with them,' 
 said Paul, more emphatically, perhaps, than the 
 occasion demanded. 
 
 ' Fact, Sir George there knows it all,' said 
 Pendleton. ' He gets it from the other servants. 
 I don't speak the language, Sir, but he does. 
 Picked it up in a year.' 
 
 ' I must compliment him on his fluency, 
 certainly,' said Paul, looking at George,
 
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 The old servant smiled, yet not without a 
 certain condescension. ' Yes, Sah ; I don' say 
 to a scholar like yo'self, Sah, dat I'se got de 
 grandmatical presichion ; but as fah, Sah as 
 fah as de idiotisms ob de language goes, Sah 
 it's gen'lly allowed I'm dar! As to what Marse 
 Harry says ob de ignobling ob predecessors, 
 I've had it, Sah, from de best autority, Sah 
 de furst, I may say, Sah de real primd facie 
 men de gemplum ob his Serene Highness, in 
 de korse ob ordinary conversashun, Sah.' 
 
 ' That'll do, George,' said Pendleton, with 
 paternal brusqueness. ' Run on ahead and tell 
 that blank chamberlain that Mr. Hathaway is 
 one of my friends and have supper accord 
 ingly.' As the negro hastened away he turned 
 to Paul : ' What he says is true : he's the most 
 popular man or boy in all Strudle Bad a 
 devilish s ; ght more than his master and goes 
 anywhere where / can't go. Princes and 
 Princesses stop and talk to him in the street ; 
 the Grand Duke asked permission to have him 
 up in his carriage at the races the other day ; 
 and, by the Eternal, Sir, he gives the style to 
 all the flunkeys in town ! ' 
 
 02
 
 196 
 
 ' And, I see, he dresses the character,' 
 observed Paul. 
 
 ' His own idea entirely. And, by Jove ! 
 he proves to be right. You can't do anything 
 here without a uniform. And they tell me 
 he's got everything correct, down to the crest 
 on the buttons.' 
 
 They walked on in silence for a few 
 moments, Pendleton retaining a certain rigidity 
 of step and bearing which Paul had come to 
 recognise as indicating some uneasiness or 
 mental disturbance on his part. Hathaway 
 had no intention of precipitating the confidence 
 of his companion. Perhaps experience had 
 old him it would come soon enough. So he 
 spoke carelessly of himself. How the need of 
 a year's relaxation and change had brought 
 him abroad, his journeyings, and, finally, how 
 he had been advised by his German physician 
 to spend a few weeks at Strudle Bad prepa 
 ratory to the voyage home. Yet he was per 
 fectly aware that the Colonel from time to time 
 cast a furtive glance at his face. ' And you,' he 
 said in conclusion ' when do you intend to 
 return to California ? '
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE ig? 
 
 The Colonel hesitated slightly. 'I shall 
 remain in Europe until Miss Arguello is 
 settled I mean,' he added hurriedly, ' until 
 she has ahem ! completed her education in 
 foreign ways and customs. You see, Hatha 
 way, I have constituted myself, after a certain 
 fashion, I may say still, her guardian. I am 
 an old man, with neither kith nor kin myself, 
 Sir I'm a little too old-fashioned for the boys 
 over there ' with a vague gesture towards the 
 West, which, however, told Paul how near it 
 still was to him. ' But then, among the old 
 fogeys here blank it all! it isn't noticed. 
 So I look after her, you see, or rather make 
 myself responsible for her generally although, 
 of course, she has other friends and associates, 
 you understand, more of her own age and 
 tastes.' 
 
 ' And I've no doubt she's perfectly satisfied,' 
 said Paul, in a tone of conviction. 
 
 ' Well, yes, Sir, I presume so,' said the 
 Colonel, slowly ; 'but I've sometimes thought, 
 Mr. Hathaway, that it would have been better 
 if she'd have had a woman's care the protec 
 tion, you understand, of an elderly woman of
 
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 society. That seems to be the style here, you 
 know a chaperon, they call it. Now, Milly 
 Woods, you see, is about the same age, and 
 the Dona Anna, of course, is older, but 
 blank it ! she's as big a flirt as the rest I 
 mean,' he added, correcting himself sharply, 
 ' she lacks balance, Sir, and what shall I call 
 it ? self-abnegation.' 
 
 ' Then Dona Anna is still of your party ? ' 
 asked Paul. 
 
 ' She is, Sir, and her brother, Don Caesar. 
 I have thought it advisable, on Yerba's account, 
 to keep up as much as possible the sugges 
 tion of her Spanish relationship although, by 
 reason of their absurd ignorance of geography 
 and political divisions out here, there is a pre 
 vailing impression that she is a South American. 
 A fact, Sir. I have myself been mistaken for 
 the Dictator of one of those infernal Republics, 
 and I have been pointed out as ruling over a 
 million or two of niggers like George ! " 
 
 There was no trace of any conception of 
 humour in the Colonel's face, although he 
 uttered a short laugh, as if in polite acceptance 
 of the possibility that Paul might have one.
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 199 
 
 Far from that, his companion, looking at the 
 striking profile and erect figure at his side at 
 the long white moustache which drooped from 
 his dark cheeks, and remembering his own 
 sensations at first seeing George thought the 
 popular belief not so wonderful. He was even 
 forced to admit that the perfect unconsciousness 
 on the part of master and man of any incon 
 gruity or peculiarity in themselves assisted the 
 public misconception. And it was, I fear, with 
 a feeling of wicked delight that, on entering 
 the hotel, he hailed the evident consternation of 
 those correct fellow-countrymen from whom he 
 had lately fled, at what they apparently regarded 
 as a national scandal. He overheard their 
 hurried assurance to their English friends that 
 his companions were not from Boston, and 
 enjoyed their mortification that this explanation 
 did not seem to detract from the interest and 
 relief with which the Britons surveyed them, 
 or the open admiration of the Germans. 
 
 Although Pendleton somewhat unbent 
 during supper, he did not allude to the secret 
 of Yerba's parentage, nor of any tardy confi 
 dence of hers. To all appearance the situation
 
 200 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 remained as it was three years ago. He spoke of 
 her great popularity as an heiress and a beautiful 
 woman, and the marked attentions she received. 
 He doubted not that she had rejected very dis 
 tinguished offers, but she kept that to herself. 
 She was perfectly competent to do so. She 
 was no giddy girl, to be flattered or deceived : 
 on the contrary, he had never know i a cooler 
 or more sensible woman. She knew her own 
 worth. When she met the man who satisfied 
 her ambition and understanding, she would 
 marry, and not before. He did not know what 
 that ambition was : it was something exalted, of 
 course. He could only say, of his own know 
 ledge, that last year, when they were on the 
 Italian lakes, there was a certain Prince Mr. 
 Hathaway would understand why he did not 
 mention names who was not only attentive to 
 her, but attentive to him, Sir, by Jove ! and 
 most significant in his inquiries. It was the 
 only occasion when he, the Colonel, had ever 
 spoken to her on such subjects ; and, knowing 
 that she was not indifferent to the fellow, who 
 was not bad of his kind, he had asked her why
 
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 she had not encouraged his suit. She had said, 
 with a laugh, that he couldn't marry her unless 
 he gave up his claim of succession to a certain 
 reigning house ; and she wouldn't accept him 
 withoiit it. Those were her words, Sir, and he 
 could only say that the Prince left a few days 
 afterwards, and they had never seen him since. 
 As to the Princelings and Counts and Barons, 
 she knew to a day the date of their patents of 
 nobility, and what privileges they were entitled 
 to : she could tell to a dot the value of their 
 estates, the amount of their debts, and, by 
 Jove ! Sir, the amount of mortgages she was 
 expected to pay off before she married them. 
 She knew the amount of income she had to 
 bring to the Prussian Army, from the General 
 to the Lieutenant. She understood her own 
 value and her rights. There was a young 
 English Lordling she met on the Rhine, whose 
 boyish ways and simplicity seemed to please 
 her. They were great friends ; but he wanted 
 him the Colonel to induce her to accept an 
 invitation for both to visit his mother's home in 
 England, that his people might see her. But
 
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 she declined, Sir ! She declined to pass in 
 review before his mother. She said it was for 
 him to pass in review before Jier mother. 
 
 ' Did she say that ? ' interrupted Paul, fixing 
 his bright eyes upon the Colonel. 
 
 ' If she had one, Sir, if she had one,' corrected 
 the Colonel, hastily. ' Of course it was only an 
 illustration. That she is an orphan is generally 
 known, Sir.' 
 
 There was a dead silence for a few moments. 
 The Colonel leant back in his chair and pulled 
 his moustache. Paul turned away his eyes, and 
 seemed absorbed in reflection. After a moment 
 the Colonel coughed, pushed aside his glass, and, 
 leaning across the table, said, ' I have a favour 
 to ask of you, Mr. Hathaway.'' 
 
 There was such a singular change in the 
 tone of his voice, an unexpected relaxation of 
 some artificial tension a relaxation which struck 
 Paul so pathetically as being as much physical 
 as mental, as if he had suddenly been overtaken 
 in some exertion by the weakness of age that 
 he looked up quickly. Certainly, although still 
 erect and lightly grasping his moustache, the 
 Colonel looked older.
 
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 ' By all means, my dear Colonel,' said Paul, 
 warmly. 
 
 ' During the time you remain here you can 
 hardly help meeting Miss Arguello, perhaps 
 frequently. It would be strange if you did not : 
 it would appear to everybody still stranger. 
 Give me your word as a gentleman that you 
 will not make the least allusion to her of the 
 past nor reopen the subject.' 
 
 Paul looked fixedly at the Colonel. ' I 
 certainly had no intention of doing so,' he said 
 after a pause, ' for I thought it was already 
 settled by you beyond disturbance or discussion. 
 But do I understand you, that she has shown 
 any uneasiness regarding it ? From what you 
 have just told me of her plans and ambition, I 
 can scarcely imagine that she has any suspicion 
 of the real facts.' 
 
 ' Certainly not,' said the Colonel, hurriedly. 
 ' But I have your promise.' 
 
 ' I promise you,' said Paul, after a pause, 
 ' that I shall neither introduce nor refer to the 
 subject myself, and that if she should question 
 me again regarding it, which is hardly possible 
 I will reveal nothing without your consent.'
 
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 ' Thank you,' said Pendleton, without, how 
 ever, exhibiting much relief in his face. ' She 
 will return here to-morrow.' 
 
 ' I thought you said she was absent for some 
 days,' said Paul. 
 
 ' Yes ; but she is coming back to say good 
 bye to Dona Anna, who arrives here with her 
 brother the same day, on their way to Paris.' 
 
 It flashed through Paul's mind that the last 
 time he had seen her was in the company of the 
 Briones. It was not a pleasant coincidence. 
 Yet he was not aware that it had affected him, 
 until he saw the Colonel watching him. 
 
 ' I believe you don't fancy the brother,' said 
 Pendleton. 
 
 For an instant Paul was strongly tempted to 
 avow his old vague suspicions of Don Caesar, 
 but the utter hopelessness of reopening the 
 whole subject again, and his recollection of the 
 passage in Pendleton's letter that purported to 
 be Yerba's own theory of his dislike, checked 
 him in time. He only said, ' I don't remember 
 whether I had any cause for disliking Don 
 Caesar ; I can tell better when I see him again,' 
 and changed the subject. A few moments later
 
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 the Colonel summoned George from some lower 
 region of the hotel, and rose to take his leave. 
 ' Miss Arguello, with her maid and courier, will 
 occupy her old suite of rooms here,' he remarked, 
 with a return of his old imperiousness. ' George 
 has given the orders for her. / shall not change 
 my present lodgings, but, of course, will call 
 every day. Good night ! '
 
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 CHAPTER VI 
 
 HE next morning Paul 
 could not help noticing 
 an increased and even 
 exaggerated respect 
 paid him by the hotel 
 attendants. He was 
 asked if his Excellency 
 would be served with 
 breakfast in a private 
 room, and his con 
 descension in selecting the public coffee-room 
 struck the obsequious chamberlain, but did not 
 prevent him from preceding Paul backwards to 
 the table, and summoning a waiter to attend 
 specially upon ' milor.' Surmising that George 
 and the Colonel might be in some way connected 
 with this extravagance, he postponed an inves 
 tigation till he should have seen them again.
 
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 And, although he hardly dared to confess it to 
 himself, the unexpected prospect of meeting 
 Yerba again fully preoccupied his thoughts. 
 He had believed that he would eventually see 
 her in Europe, in some vague and indefinite 
 way and hour : it had been in his mind when 
 he started from California. That it would be so 
 soon, and in such a simple and natural manner, 
 he had never conceived. 
 
 He had returned from his morning walk to 
 the Brunncn, and was sitting idly in his room, 
 when there was a knock at the door. It opened 
 to a servant bearing a salver with a card. Paul 
 lifted it with a slight tremor, not at the engraved 
 name of ' Maria Concepcion de Arguellos de la 
 Yerba Buena,' but at the remembered school 
 girl hand that had pencilled underneath the 
 words ' wishes the favour of an audience with 
 his Excellency the Lord Lieutenant Governor 
 of the Californias.' 
 
 Paul looked inquiringly at the servant. 
 ' The gnadige Friiulcin was in her own salon. 
 Would Excellency walk that way ? It was but 
 a step ; in effect, the next apartment.' 
 
 Paul followed him into the hall with wonder-
 
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 ing steps. The door of the next room was 
 open, and disclosed a handsomely furnished 
 salon. A tall graceful figure rose quickly from 
 behind a writing-table, and advanced with out 
 stretched hands and a frank yet mischievous 
 smile. It was Yerba. 
 
 Standing there in a greyish hat, mantle, and 
 travelling dress, all of one subdued yet alluring 
 tone, she looked as beautiful as when he had 
 last seen her and yet unlike. For a brief 
 bitter moment his instincts revolted at this 
 familiar yielding up in his fair countrywomen of 
 all that was distinctively original in them to 
 alien tastes and habits, and he resented the 
 plastic yet characterless mobility which made 
 Yerba's Parisian dress and European manner 
 fit her so charmingly and yet express so little. 
 For a brief critical moment he remembered the 
 placid, unchanging simplicity of German and 
 the inflexible and ingrained reserve of English 
 girlhood, in opposition to this indistinctive 
 cosmopolitan grace. But only for a moment. 
 As soon as she spoke, a certain flavour of indi 
 viduality seemed to return to her speech. 
 
 ' Confess,' she said, ' it was a courageous
 
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 thing for me to do. You might have been 
 somebody else a real Excellency or Heaven 
 knows what ! Or, what is worse, in your new 
 magnificence you might have forgotten one of 
 your oldest, most humble, but faithful subjects.' 
 She drew back and made him a mock ceremo 
 nious curtsey, that even in its charming exag 
 geration suggested to Paul, however, that she 
 had already made it somewhere seriously. 
 
 ' But what does it all mean ? ' he asked, 
 smiling, feeling not only his doubts and uneasi 
 ness vanish, but even the years of separation 
 melt away in her presence. ' I know I went to 
 bed last night a very humble individual, and yet 
 I seem to awaken this morning a very exalted 
 personage. Am I really Commander of the 
 Faithful, or am I dreaming ? Might I trouble 
 you, as my predecessor Abou Hassan did 
 Sweetlips, to bite my little finger ? ' 
 
 ' Do you mean to say you have not seen 
 the Anzeiger?' she returned, taking a small 
 German printed sheet from the table and 
 pointing to a paragraph. Paul took the paper. 
 Certainly there was the plain announcement 
 among the arrivals of 'His Excellency Paul 
 
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 Hathaway, Lord Lieutenant Governor of the 
 Californias.' A light flashed upon him. 
 
 ' This is George's work. He and Colonel 
 Pendleton were here with me last night' 
 
 ' Then you have seen the Colonel already ? ' 
 she said, with a scarcely perceptible alteration 
 of expression, which, however, struck Paul. 
 
 ' Yes. I met him at the theatre last evening.' 
 
 o 
 
 He was about to plunge into an animated 
 description of the Colonel's indignation, but 
 checked himself, he knew not why. But he 
 was thankful the next moment that he had. 
 
 ' That accounts for everything,' she said, 
 lifting her pretty shoulders with a -slight shrug 
 of weariness. ' I had to put a stop to George's 
 talking about me three months ago his ex 
 travagance is something too awful, And the 
 Colonel, who is completely in his hands 
 trusting him for everything, even the language 
 doesn't see it.' 
 
 ' But he is extravagant in the praise of his 
 friends only, and you certainly justify all he can 
 say.' 
 
 She was taking off her hat, and stopped for 
 a moment to look at him thoughtfully, with
 
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 the soft tendrils of her hair -clinging to her 
 forehead. ' Did the Colonel talk much about 
 me?' 
 
 1 A great deal. In fact, I think we talked 
 of nothing else. He has told me of your 
 triumphs and your victims ; of your various 
 campaigns and your conquests. And yet I 
 dare say he has not told me all and I am dying 
 to hear more.' 
 
 She had laid down her hat and unloosed a 
 large bow of her mantle, but stopped suddenly 
 in the midst of it and sat down again. ' I wish 
 you'ld do something for me.' 
 
 ' You have only to name it.' 
 
 1 Well, drop all this kind of talk ! Try to 
 think of me as if I had just come from Cali 
 fornia or, better, as if you had never known 
 anything of me at all and we met for the first 
 time. You could, I dare say, make yourself 
 very agreeable to such a young lady who was 
 willing to be pleased why not to me ? I 
 venture to say you have not ever troubled your 
 self about me since we last met. No hear me 
 through why, then, should you wish to talk 
 over what didn't concern you at the time? 
 
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 Promise me you will stop this reminiscent 
 gossip, and I promise you / will not only not 
 
 Crossed her knees with her hands clasped over them 
 
 bore you with it, but take care that it is not 
 intruded upon you by others. Make yourself 
 r.leasant to me by talking about yourself and
 
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 your prospects anything but me and I will 
 throw over those Princes and Barons that the 
 Colonel has raved about and devote myself to 
 you while you are here. Does that suit your 
 Excellency ? ' She had crossed her knees, 
 and, with her hands clasped over them, and the 
 toe of her small boot advanced behind her skirt, 
 leaned forward in the attitude he remembered 
 to have seen her take in the summer-house at 
 Rosario. 
 
 ' Perfectly,' he said. 
 
 ( How long will you be here ? ' 
 
 ' About three weeks : that, I believe, is the 
 time allotted for my cure.' 
 
 ' Are you re-ally ill,' she said quietly, ' or 
 imagine yourself so ? ' 
 
 ' It amounts to about the same thing. But 
 my cure may not take so long,' he added, fixing 
 his bright eyes upon her. 
 
 She returned his gaze thoughtfully, and they 
 remained looking at each other silently. 
 
 ' Then'you are stronger than you give your 
 self credit for. That is very often the case,' she 
 said quietly. ' There,' she added in another 
 tone, ' it is settled. You will come and go as
 
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 you like, using this salon as your own. Stay, 
 we can do something to-day. What do you say 
 to a ride in the forest this afternoon ? Milly 
 isn't here yet, but it will be quite proper for you 
 to accompany me on horseback, though, of 
 course, we couldn't walk a hundred yards down 
 the Alice together unless we were verlobt! 
 
 ' But,' said Paul, ' you are expecting com 
 pany this afternoon. Don Caesar I mean, 
 Miss Briones and her brother are coming here 
 to say good-bye.' 
 
 She regarded him curiously, but without 
 emotion. 
 
 ' Colonel Pendleton should have added that 
 they were to remain here overnight as my 
 guests,' she said composedly. ' And, of course, 
 we shall be back in time for dinner. But that 
 is nothing to you. You have only to be ready 
 at three o'clock. I will see that the horses are 
 ordered. I often ride here, and the people 
 know my tastes and habits. We will have a 
 pleasant ride and a good long talk together, 
 and I'll show you a ruin and a distant view of 
 the villa where I have been staying.' She 
 held out her hand with a frank girlish smile,
 
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 and even a girlish anticipation of pleasure in 
 her brown eyes. He bent over her slim fingers 
 for a moment, and withdrew. 
 
 When he was in his own room again, he 
 was conscious only of a strong desire to avoid 
 the Colonel until after his ride with Yerba. 
 He would keep his word so far as to abstain 
 from allusion to her family or her past : indeed, 
 he had his own opinion of its futility. But it 
 would be strange if, with his past experience, 
 he could not find some other way to determine 
 her convictions or win her confidence during 
 those two hours of companionship. He would 
 accept her terms fairly ; if she had any ulterior 
 design in her advances, he would detect it ; if 
 she had the least concern for him, she could not 
 continue long an artificial friendship. But he 
 must not think of that ! 
 
 By absenting himself from the hotel he 
 managed to keep clear of Pendleton until the 
 hour arrived. He was gratified to find Yerba 
 in the simplest and most sensible of habits, 
 as if she had already divined his tastes and 
 had wished to avoid attracting undue attention. 
 Nevertheless, it very prettily accentuated her
 
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 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 tall graceful figure, and Paul, albeit, like most 
 artistic admirers of the sex, not recognising a 
 
 Both rode well and naturally 
 
 woman on a horse as a particularly harmonious 
 spectacle, was forced to admire her. Both rode 
 well and naturally having been brought up in
 
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 the same Western school the horses recognised 
 it, and instinctively obeyed them, and their 
 conversation had the easy deliberation and 
 inflection of a tete-a-tete. Paul, in view of 
 her previous hint, talked to her of himself and 
 his fortunes of which she appeared, however, 
 to have some knowledge. His health had 
 obliged him lately to abandon politics and 
 office ; he had been successful in some ventures, 
 and had become a junior partner in a bank with 
 foreign correspondence. She listened to him 
 for some time with interest and attention, but at 
 last her face became abstracted and thoughtful. 
 ' I wish I were a man ! ' she said suddenly. 
 
 Paul looked at her quickly. For the first 
 time he detected in the ring of her voice some 
 thing of the passionate quality he fancied he 
 had always seen in her face. 
 
 ' Except that it might give you better con 
 trol of your horse, I don't see why,' said Paul. 
 ' And I don't entirely believe you.' 
 
 ' Why ? ' 
 
 ' Because no woman really wishes to be a 
 man unless she is conscious of her failure as a 
 woman.'
 
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 ( And how do you know I'm not ? ' she 
 said, checking her horse and looking in his face. 
 A quick conviction that she was on the point 
 of some confession sprang into his mind, but 
 unfortunately showed in his face. She beat 
 back his eager look with a short laugh. ' There, 
 don't speak, and don't look like that. . That 
 remark was worthy the usual artless maiden's 
 invitation to a compliment, wasn't it ? Let us 
 keep to the subject of yourself. Why, with 
 your political influence, don't you get yourself 
 appointed to some diplomatic position over 
 here?' 
 
 ' There are none in our service. You 
 wouldn't want me to sink myself in some 
 absurd social functions, which are called by 
 that name, merely to become the envy and 
 hatred of a few rich Republicans, like your 
 friends who haunt foreign Courts ? ' 
 
 ' That's not a pretty speech but I suppose 
 I invited that too. Don't apologise. I'd 
 rather see you flare out like that than pay com 
 pliments. Yet I fancy you're a diplomatist, for 
 all that.' 
 
 ' You did me the honour to believe I was
 
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 one once, when I was simply the most palpable 
 ass and bungler living,' said Paul, bitterly. 
 
 She was still sweetly silent, apparently 
 preoccupied in smoothing out the mane of her 
 walking horse. ' Did I ?' she said softly. He 
 drew close beside her. 
 
 ' How different the vegetation is here from 
 what it is with us ! ' she said with nervous 
 quickness, directing his attention to the grass 
 road beneath them, without lifting her eyes. 
 ' I don't mean what is cultivated for I suppose 
 it takes centuries to make the lawns they have 
 in England but even here the blades of grass 
 seem to press closer together, at if they were 
 crowded or overpopulated, like the country ; 
 and this forest, which has been always wild 
 and was a hunting park, has a blast look, as if 
 it was already tired of the unchanging traditions 
 and monotony around it. I think over there 
 Nature affects and influences us : here, I fancy, 
 it is itself affected by the people.' 
 
 ' I think a good deal of Nature comes 
 over from America for that purpose,' he said 
 drily. 
 
 And I think you are breaking your promise
 
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 besides being a goose ! ' she retorted smartly. 
 Nevertheless, for some occult reason they both 
 seemed relieved by this exquisite witticism, and 
 trotted on amicably together. When Paul 
 lifted his eyes to hers he could see that they 
 were suffused with a tender mischief, as of a 
 reproving yet secretly admiring sister, and her 
 strangely delicate complexion had taken on 
 itself that faint Alpine glow that was more 
 of an illumination than a colour. ' There,' she 
 said gaily, pointing with her whip as the wood 
 opened upon a glade through which the parted 
 trees showed a long blue curvature of distant 
 hills, ' you see that white thing lying like a 
 snowdrift on the hills ? ' 
 
 ' Or the family washing on a hedge.' 
 ' As you please. Well, that is the villa.' 
 ' And you were very happy there ? ' said 
 Paul, watching her girlishly animated face. 
 
 ' Yes ; and as you don't ask questions, I'll 
 tell you why. There is one of the sweetest old 
 ladies there that I ever met the perfection of 
 old-time courtliness with all the motherishness 
 of a German woman. She was very kind to 
 me, and, as she had no daughter of her own, I
 
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 think she treated me as if I was one. At least, 
 I can imagine how one would feel to her, and 
 what a woman like that could make of any girl. 
 You laugh, Mr. Hathaway, you don't under 
 stand but you don't know what an advantage 
 it would be to a girl to have a mother like that, 
 and know that she could fall back on her and 
 hold her own against anybody. She's equipped 
 from the start, instead of being handicapped. 
 It's all very well to talk about the value of 
 money. It can give you everything but one 
 thing the power to do without it.' 
 
 ' I think its purchasing value would include 
 even the gnadige Frau] said Paul, who had 
 laughed only to hide the uneasiness that Yerba's 
 approach to the tabooed subject had revived in 
 him. She shook her head ; then, recovering 
 her tone of gentle banter, said : ' There I've 
 made a confession. If the Colonel talks to 
 you again about my conquests, you will know 
 that at present my affections are centred on the 
 Baron's mother. I admit it's a strong point in 
 his in anybody's favour, who can show an 
 unblemished maternal pedigree. What a pity 
 it is you are an orphan, like myself, Mr. Hath-
 
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 away ! For I fancy your mother must have 
 been a very perfect woman. A great deal of 
 her tact and propriety has descended to you. 
 Only it would have been nicer if she had given 
 it to you, like pocket money, as occasion re 
 quired which you might have shared with me 
 than leaving it to you in one thumping 
 legacy.' 
 
 It was impossible to tell how far the playful 
 ness of her brown eyes suggested any ulterior 
 meaning, for, as Paul again drew eagerly to 
 wards her, she sent her horse into a rapid canter 
 before him. When he was at her side again, 
 she said : ' There is still the ruin to see on our 
 way home. It is just off here to the right. 
 But if you wish to go over it we shall have to 
 dismount at the foot of the slope and walk up. 
 It hasn't any story or legend that I know of; I 
 looked over the guide-book to cram for it before 
 you came but there was nothing. So you can 
 invent what you like.' 
 
 They dismounted at the beginning of a 
 gentle acclivity, where an ancient waggon-road, 
 now grass-grown, rose smooth as a glacis. 
 Tying their horses to two moplike bushes, they
 
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 223 
 
 climbed the slope hand in hand like children. 
 There were a few winding broken steps, part 
 of a fallen archway, a few feet of vaulted corridor, 
 
 Tying their horses to two bushes 
 
 a sudden breach the sky beyond and that was 
 all ! Not all for before them, overlooked at first, 
 lay a chasm covering half an acre, in which the 
 whole of the original edifice tower turrets,
 
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 walls, and battlements had been apparently 
 cast, inextricably mixed and mingled at different 
 depths and angles, with here and there, like 
 mushrooms from a dustheap, a score of trees 
 upspringing. 
 
 ' This is not Time but gunpowder,' said 
 Paul, leaning over a parapet of the wall and 
 gazing at the abyss, with a slight grimace. 
 
 ' It don't look very romantic, certainly,' said 
 Yerba. ' I only saw it from the road before. 
 I'm dreadfully sorry,' she added, with mock 
 penitence. ' I suppose, however, something 
 must have happened here.' 
 
 ' There may have been nobody in the house 
 at the time,' said Paul, gravely. ' The family 
 may have been at the baths.' 
 
 They stood close together, their elbows 
 resting upon the broken wall, and almost 
 touching. Beyond the abyss and darker forest 
 they could see the more vivid green and regular 
 lines of the plane-trees of Strudle Bad, the 
 glitter of a spire, or the flash of a dome. From 
 the abyss itself arose a cool odour of moist 
 green leaves, the scent of some unseen blossoms, 
 and around the baking vines on the hot wall
 
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 the hum of apparently taskless and disappointed 
 bees. There was nobody in sight in the forest 
 road, no one working in the bordering fields, 
 
 Their elbows rested upon the broken wall 
 
 and no suggestion of the present. There might 
 have been three or four centuries between them 
 and Strudle Bad. 
 
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 ' The legend of this place,' said Paul, 
 glancing at the long brown lashes and oval 
 outline of the cheek so near his own, 'is simple, 
 yet affecting. A cruel, remorseless, but fas 
 cinating Hexie was once loved by a simple 
 shepherd. He had never dared to syllable his 
 hopeless affection, or claim from her a syllabled 
 perhaps I should say a one-syllabled reply. 
 He had followed her from remote lands, dumbly 
 worshipping her, building in his foolish brain 
 an air-castle of happiness, which by reason of 
 her magic power she could always see plainly 
 in his eyes. And one day, beguiling him in the 
 depths of the forest, she led him to a fair-seem 
 ing castle, and, bidding him enter its portals, 
 offered to show him a realisation of his dream. 
 But, lo ! even as he entered the stately corridor 
 it seemed to crumble away before him, and dis 
 closed a hideous abyss beyond, in which the whole 
 of that goodly palace lay in heaped and tangled 
 ruins the fitting symbol of his wrecked and 
 shattered hopes.' 
 
 She drew back a little way from him, but 
 still holding on to the top of the broken wall 
 with one slim gauntleted hand, and swung
 
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 herself to one side, .while she surveyed him 
 with smiling parted lips and conscious eyelids. 
 He promptly covered her hand with his own, 
 but she did not seem to notice it. 
 
 1 That is not the story,' she said, in a faint 
 voice that even her struggling sauciness could 
 not make steadier. ' The true story is called 
 "The Legend of the Goose Girl of Strudle Bad 
 and the enterprising Gosling." There was once 
 a goose-girl of the plain who tried honestly to 
 drive her geese to market, but one eccentric 
 
 and wilful gosling - Mr. Hathaway ! Stop 
 
 please I beg you let me go ! ' 
 
 He had caught her in his arms the one 
 encircling her waist, the other hand still grasping 
 hers. She struggled, half laughing ; yielded 
 for a breathless moment as his lips brushed her 
 cheek, and threw him off. ' There ! ' she 
 said, ' that will do : the story was not illustrated.' 
 
 ' But, Yerba,' he said, with passionate eager 
 ness, ' hear me it is all God's truth I love 
 you! ' 
 
 She drew back farther, shaking the dust of 
 the wall from the folds of her habit. Then, 
 with a lower voice and a paler cheek, as if his 
 
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 lips had sent her blood and utterance back to 
 her heart, she said : ' Come, let us go.' 
 
 ' But not until you've heard me, Yerba.' 
 
 ' Well, then I believe you there ! ' she 
 said, looking at him. 
 
 ' You believe me ? ' he repeated eagerly, at 
 tempting to take her hand again. 
 
 She drew back still farther. ' Yes,' she 
 said, ' or I shouldn't be here now. There ! that 
 must suffice you. And if you wish me still to 
 believe you, you will not speak of this again 
 while we are out together. Come, let us go 
 back to the horses.' 
 
 He looked at her with all his soul. She 
 was pale, but composed, and he could see 
 determined. He followed her without a word. 
 She accepted his hand to support her again 
 down the slope without embarrassment or 
 reminiscent emotion. The whole scene through 
 which she had just passed might have been 
 buried in the abyss and ruins behind her. As 
 she placed her foot in his hand to remount, and 
 for a moment rested her weight upon his 
 shoulder, her brown eyes met his frankly and 
 without a tremor.
 
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 Nor was she content with this. As Paul at 
 first rode on silently, his heart filled with un 
 satisfied yearning, she rallied him mischievously. 
 Was it kind in him on this, their first day 
 together, to sulk in this fashion ? Was it a 
 promise for their future excursions ? Did he 
 intend to carry this lugubrious visage through 
 the Allee and up to the courtyard of the hotel, 
 to proclaim his sentimental condition to the 
 world ? At least, she trusted he would not 
 show it to Milly, who might remember that 
 this was only the second time they had met each 
 other. There was something so sweetly reason 
 able in this, and withal not without a certain 
 hopefulness for the future, to say nothing of 
 the half-mischievous, half-reproachful smile that 
 accompanied it, that Paul exerted himself, and 
 eventually recovered his lost gaiety. When 
 they at last drew up in the courtyard, with the 
 flush of youth and exercise in their faces, Paul 
 felt he was the object of envy to the loungers, 
 and of fresh gossip to Strudle Bad. It struck 
 him less pleasantly that two dark faces, which 
 had been previously regarding him in the gloom 
 of the corridor and vanished as he approached,
 
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 reappeared some moments later in Yerba's 
 salon as Don Csesar and Dona Anna, with a 
 benignly different expression. Dona Anna 
 especially greeted him with so much of the 
 ostentatious archness of a confident and for 
 giving woman to a momentarily recreant lover 
 that he felt absurdly embarrassed in Yerba's 
 presence. He was thinking how he could ex 
 cuse himself, when he noticed a beautiful basket 
 of flowers on the table and a tiny note bearing 
 a Baron's crest. Yerba had put it aside with 
 as it seemed to him at the moment an almost 
 too pronounced indifference and an indifference 
 that was strongly contrasted to Dona Anna's 
 eagerly expressed enthusiasm over the offering, 
 and her ultimate supplications to Paul and her 
 brother to admire its beauties and the wonderful 
 taste of the donor. 
 
 All this seemed so incongruous with Paul's 
 feelings, and above all with the recollection of 
 his scene with Yerba, that he excused himself 
 from dining with the party, alleging an engage 
 ment with his old fellow-traveller the German 
 officer, whose acquaintance he had renewed. 
 Yerba did not press him ; he even fancied she
 
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 231 
 
 looked relieved. Colonel Pendleton was coming ; 
 Paul was not loth, in his present frame of mind, 
 to dispense with his company. A conviction 
 that the Colonel's counsel was not the best guide 
 
 ' So I hear you, too, are a conquest of the beautiful South American ' 
 
 for Yerba, and that in some vague way their 
 interests were antagonistic, had begun to force 
 itself upon him. He had no intention of being
 
 232 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 disloyal to her old guardian, but he felt that 
 Pendleton had not been frank with him since 
 his return from Rosario. Had he ever been so 
 with hert He sometimes doubted his disclaimer. 
 
 He was lucky in finding the General disen 
 gaged, and together they dined at a restaurant 
 and spent the evening at the Kursaal. Later, 
 at the Residenz Club, the General leaned over 
 his beer-glass and smilingly addressed his com 
 panion. 
 
 ' So I hear you, too, are a conquest of the 
 beautiful South American.' 
 
 For an instant Paul, recognising only Doiia 
 Anna under that epithet, looked puzzled. 
 
 ' Come, my friend/ said the General, re 
 garding him with some amusement, ' I am an 
 older man than you, yet I hardly think I could 
 have ridden out with such a goddess without 
 becoming her slave.' 
 
 Paul felt his face flush in spite of himself. 
 ' Ah ! you mean Miss Arguello,'he said hurriedly, 
 his colour increasing at his own mention of that 
 name as if he were imposing it upon his honest 
 companion. ' She is an old acquaintance of 
 mine from my own State California.'
 
 233 
 
 ' Ah, so,' said the General, lifting his eye 
 brows in profound apology. ' A thousand 
 pardons.' 
 
 ' Surely,' said Paul, with a desperate 
 attempt to recover his equanimity, 'you ought 
 to know our geography better.' 
 
 ' So, I am wrong. But still the name 
 Arguello surely that is not American ? Still, 
 they say she has no accent, and does not look 
 like a Mexican.' 
 
 For an instant Paul was superstitiously 
 struck with the fatal infelicity of Yerba's 
 selection of a foreign name, that now seemed 
 only to invite that comment and criticism which 
 she should have avoided. Nor could he ex 
 plain it at length to the General without assist 
 ing and accentuating the deception, which he 
 was always hoping in some vague way to bring 
 to an end. He was sorry he had corrected the 
 General ; he was furious that he had allowed 
 himself to be confused. 
 
 Happily his companion had misinterpreted 
 his annoyance, and with impulsive German 
 friendship threw himself into what he believed 
 to be Paul's feelings. ' Donnerwetter ! Your
 
 234 A' WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 beautiful countrywoman is made the subject of 
 curiosity just because that stupid Baron is per 
 sistent in his serious attentions. That is quite 
 enough, my good friend, to make Klatschen here 
 among those animals who do not understand 
 the freedom of an American girl, or that an 
 heiress may have something else to do with her 
 money than to expend it on the Baron's mort 
 gages. But ' he stopped, and his simple, 
 honest face assumed an air of profound and 
 sagacious cunning ' I am glad to talk about it 
 with you, who, of course, are perfectly familiar 
 with the affair. I shall now be able to know 
 what to say. My word, my friend, has some 
 weight here, and I shall use it. And now you 
 shall tell me who is our lovely friend, and who 
 were her parents and her kindred in her own 
 home. Her associates here, you possibly know, 
 are an impossible Colonel and his never-before- 
 approached valet, with some South American 
 Indian planters, and, I believe, a pork-butcher's 
 daughter. But of them it makes nothing. 
 Tell me of her people.' 
 
 With his kindly serious face within a few 
 inches of Paul's, and sympathising curiosity
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 235 
 
 beaming from his pince-nez, he obliged the 
 wretched and conscious-stricken Hathaway to 
 respond with a detailed account of Yerba's 
 parentage as projected by herself and indorsed 
 by Colonel Pendleton. He dwelt somewhat 
 particularly on the romantic character of the 
 Trust, hoping to draw the General's attention 
 away from the question of relationship, but he 
 was chagrined to find that the honest warrior 
 evidently confounded the Trust with some 
 eleemosynary institution and sympathetically 
 glossed it over. ' Of course,' he said, ' the 
 Mexican Minister at Berlin would know all 
 about the Arguello family : so there would be 
 no question there.' 
 
 Paul was not sorry when the time came to 
 take leave of his friend; but, once again in 
 the clear moonlight and fresh, balmy air of 
 the Allt'e, he forgot the unpleasantness of the 
 interview. He found himself thinking only of 
 his ride with Yerba. Well ! he had told her 
 that he loved her. She knew it now, and, 
 although she had forbidden him to speak 
 further, she had not wholly rejected it, It 
 must be her morbid consciousness of the
 
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 mystery of her birth that withheld a return of 
 her affections some half-knowledge, perhaps, 
 that she would not divulge, yet that kept her 
 unduly sensitive of accepting his love. He 
 was satisfied there was no entanglement ; her 
 heart was virgin. He even dared to hope that 
 she had always cared for him. It was for him 
 to remove all obstacles to prevail upon her to 
 leave this place and return to America with 
 him as her husband, the guardian of her good 
 name, and the custodian of her secret. At 
 times the strains of a dreamy German waltz, 
 played in the distance, brought back to him the 
 brief moment that his arm had encircled her 
 waist by the crumbling wall, and his pulses 
 grew languid, only to leap firmer the next 
 moment with more desperate resolve. He 
 would win her, come what may ! He could 
 never have been in earnest before : he loathed 
 and hated himself for his previous passive 
 acquiescence to her fate. He had been a weak 
 tool of the Colonel's from the first : he was 
 even now handicapped by a preposterous 
 promise he had given him ! Yes, she was 
 right to hesitate to question his ability to
 
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 make her happy ! He had found her here, 
 surrounded by stupidity and cupidity to give 
 it no other name so patent that she was the 
 common gossip, and had offered nothing but 
 a boyish declaration ! As he strode into the 
 hotel that night, it was well that he did not 
 meet the unfortunate Colonel on the staircase ! 
 It was very late, although there was still 
 visible a light in Yerba's salon, shining on her 
 balcony, which extended before and included 
 his own window. From time to time he could 
 hear the murmur of voices. It was too late to 
 avail himself of the invitation to join them, 
 even if his frame of mind had permitted it. 
 He was too nervous and excited to go to bed, 
 and, without lighting his candle, he opened the 
 French window that gave upon the balcony, 
 drew a chair in the recess behind the curtain, 
 and gazed upon the night. It was very quiet ; 
 the moon was high, the square was sleeping in a 
 trance of chequered shadows, like a gigantic 
 chessboard, with black foreshortened trees for 
 pawns. The click of a cavalry sabre, the 
 sound of a footfall on the pavement of the 
 distant Konigsstrasse were distinctly audible ;
 
 238 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 a far-off railway whistle was startling in its 
 abruptness. In the midst of this calm the 
 opening of the door of the salon, with the 
 sudden uplifting of voices in the hall, told Paul 
 that Yerba's guests were leaving. He heard 
 Doiia Anna's arch accents arch even to 
 Colonel Pendleton's monotonous baritone ! 
 Milly's high, rapid utterances, the suave falsetto 
 of Don Caesar, and her voice, he thought a 
 rifle wearied the sound of retiring footsteps, 
 and all was still again. 
 
 So still that the rhythmic beat of the distant 
 waltz returned to him, with a distinctiveness 
 that he could idly follow. He thought of 
 Rosario and the rose-breath of the open win 
 dows with a strange longing, and remembered 
 the half-stifled sweetness of her happy voice 
 rising with it from the verandah. Why had 
 he ever let it pass from him then, and waft its 
 
 fragrance elsewhere ? Why What was 
 
 that? 
 
 The slight turning of a latch ! The creak 
 ing of the French window of the salon, and 
 somebody had slipped softly half out on the 
 balcony. His heart stopped beating. From
 
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 his position in the recess of his own window, 
 with his back to the partition of the salon, he 
 could see nothing. Yet he did not dare to 
 move. For with the quickened senses of a 
 lover he felt the diffused and perfumed aura of 
 her presence, of her garments, of her flesh 
 flow in upon him through the open window, 
 and possess his whole breathless being! It 
 was she \ Like him, perhaps, longing to enjoy 
 the perfect night like him, perhaps, thinking 
 of- 
 
 ' So you ar-range to get rid of me ha ! 
 lik thees ? To tur-rn me off from your heels 
 like a dog who have follow you but without a 
 word without a a thanks without a 'ope ! 
 Ah ! we have ser-rved you me and my sister ; 
 we are the or-range dry now we can go ! 
 Like the old shoe, we are to be flung away ! 
 Good ! But I am here again you see. I 
 shall speak, and you shall hear-r.' 
 
 Don Csesar's voice alone with her ! Paul 
 gripped his chair and sat upright. 
 
 ' Stop ! Stay where you are ! How dared 
 you return here?' It was Yerba's voice, on 
 the balcony, low and distinct.
 
 240 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 ' Shut the window ! I shall speak with you 
 what you will not the world to hear.' 
 
 ' I prefer to keep where I am, since you 
 have crept into this room like a thief.' 
 
 'A thief! Good!' He broke out in 
 Spanish, and, as if no longer fearful of being 
 overheard, had evidently drawn nearer the 
 window. ' A thief. Ha! muy bueno but it is 
 not /, you understand I, Csesar Briones, who 
 am the thief! No! It is that swaggering 
 espadachin that fanfarron of a Colonel Pen- 
 dleton that pattern of an official, Mr. Hath 
 away that most beautiful heiress of the Cali- 
 fornias, Miss Arguello that are thieves ! Yes 
 of a name Miss Arguello of a name \ The 
 name of Arguello ! ' 
 
 Paul rose to his feet. 
 
 ' Ah, so ! You start you turn pale you 
 flash your eyes, Sefiora, but you think you have 
 deceived me all these years. You think I did 
 not see your game at Rosario yes, even when 
 that foolish Castro niuckacka first put that 
 idea in your head. Who furnished you the 
 facts you wanted? I Mother of God! 
 suck facts I I, who knew the Arguello pedigree
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 241 
 
 I, who know it was as impossible for you to 
 be a daughter of them as what ? let me think 
 as as it is impossible for you to be the wife 
 of that Baron whom you would deceive with 
 the rest ! Ah, yes ; it was a high flight for you, 
 Mees Mees Dona Fulana a noble game for 
 you to bring down ! ' 
 
 Why did she did not speak ? What was 
 she doing ? If she had but uttered a single 
 word of protest, of angry dismissal, Paul would 
 have flown to her side. It could not be the 
 paralysis of personal fear : the balcony was 
 wide ; she could easily pass to the end ; she 
 could even see his open window. 
 
 ' Why did I do this ? Because I loved you, 
 Senora and you knew it ! Ah ! you can turn 
 your face away now ; you can pretend to mis 
 understand me, as you did a moment ago ; you 
 can part from me now like a mere acquaintance 
 but it was not always so ! No, it was you who 
 brought me here ; your eyes that smiled into 
 mine and drove home the Colonel's request 
 that I and my sister should accompany you. 
 God ! I was weak then ! You smile, Senora ; 
 you think you have succeeded you and your 
 
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 J42 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 pompous Colonel and your clever Governor ! 
 You think you have compromised me, and 
 perjured me, because of this. You are wrong ! 
 You think I dare not speak to this puppet of a 
 Baron, and that I have no proofs. You are 
 wrong ! ' 
 
 ' And even if you can produce them, what 
 care I ? ' said Yerba, unexpectedly, yet in a 
 voice so free from excitement and passion that 
 the weariness which Paul had at first noticed 
 seemed to be the only dominant tone. ' Sup 
 pose you prove that I am not an Argue llo. 
 Gpod ! You have yet to show that a connection 
 with any of your race would be anything but a 
 disgrace.' 
 
 ' Ah ! you defy me, little one ! Caramba \ 
 Listen, then ! You do not know all ! When 
 you thought I was only helping you to fabricate 
 your claim to the Arguellos' name, I was finding 
 out who you really were \ Ah ! It was not 
 so difficult as you fondly hope, Senora. We 
 were not all brutes and fools in the early days, 
 though we stood aside to let your people run 
 their vulgar course. It was your hired bully 
 your respected guardian this dog of an espada-
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 243 
 
 chin, who let out a hint of the secret with a 
 prick of his blade and a scandal. One of my 
 peon women was a servant at the convent when 
 you were a child, and recognised the woman 
 who put you there and came to see you as a 
 friend. She overheard the Mother Superior 
 say it was your mother, and saw a necklace that 
 was left for you to wear. Ah ! you begin to 
 believe ! When I had put this and that to 
 gether I found that Pepita could not identify 
 you with the child that she had seen. But you,. 
 Senora, you. yourself supplied the missing proof ! 
 Yes ! you supplied it with the necklace that you 
 wore that evening at Rosario, when you wished 
 to do honour to this young Hathaway the 
 guardian who had always thrown you off! Ah ! 
 you now suspect why, perhaps ! It was your 
 mother's necklace that you wore, and you said 
 so ! That night I sent the good Pepita to 
 identify it ; to watch through the window from 
 the garden when you were wearing it ; to make 
 it sure as the Creed. I sent her to your room 
 late that night when you had changed your 
 dress that she might examine it among your 
 jewels. And she did and will swear look 
 
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 244 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 you ! -sivear that it is the one given you as a 
 child by the woman at the convent, who was 
 your mother ! And who was that woman eh ? 
 Who was the mother of the Arguello de la 
 Yerba Buena ? who this noble ancestress ? ' 
 
 ' Excuse me but perhaps you are not 
 aware that you are raising your voice in a lady's 
 drawing-room, and that, although you are 
 speaking a language no one here understands, 
 you are disturbing the hotel.' 
 
 It was Paul, quiet, pale in the moonlight, 
 erect on the balcony before the window. As 
 Yerba, with a start, retreated quickly into the 
 room, Don Caesar stepped forward angrily and 
 suspiciously towards the window. He had his 
 hand reached forward towards the handle as if 
 to close the swinging sash against the intruder, 
 when in an instant he was seized by Paul, 
 tightly locked in a desperate grip, and whirled 
 out on the balcony. Before he could gain 
 breath to utter a cry, Hathaway had passed 
 his right arm around the Mexican's throat, 
 effectively stopping his utterance, and, with a 
 supreme effort of strength, dragged him along 
 the wall, falling with him into the open window
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 245 
 
 of his own room. As he did so, to his inex 
 pressible relief he heard the sash closed and 
 the bolt drawn of the salon window, and re 
 gained his feet, collected, quiet, and trium 
 phant. 
 
 ' I am sorry,' he said, coolly dusting his 
 clothes, ' to have been obliged to change the 
 scene of this discussion so roughly, but you 
 will observe that you can speak more freely 
 here, and that any altercation we may have in 
 this roi in will be less likely to attract com 
 ment.' 
 
 ' Assassin ! ' said Don Csesar, chokingly, as 
 he struggled to his feet. 
 
 4 Thank you. Relieve your feelings as much 
 as you like here ; in fact, if you would speak a 
 little louder you would oblige me. The guests 
 are beginning to be awake,' continued Paul, 
 with a wicked smile, indicating the noise of an 
 opening door and footsteps in the passage, 
 ' and are now able to locate without difficulty 
 the scene of the disturbance.' 
 
 Briones apparently understood his meaning, 
 and the success of his stratagem. ' You think 
 you have saved her from disgrace,' he said,
 
 246 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 with a livid smile, in a lower tone and a 
 desperate attempt to imitate Paul's coolness. 
 ' For the present ah yees ! perhaps in this 
 hotel and this evening. But you have not 
 stop my mouth for a to-morrow and the 
 whole world, Mr. Hathaway.' 
 
 ' Well,' said Paul, looking at him critically, 
 ' I don't know about that. Of course, there's 
 the equal chance that you may kill me but 
 that's a question for to-morrow, too.' 
 
 The Mexican cast a quick glance at the 
 door and window. Paul, as if carelessly, 
 changed the key of the former from one pocket 
 to the other, and stepped before the window. 
 
 ' So this is a plot to murder me. Have a 
 care ! You are not in your own brigand 
 California ! ' 
 
 ' If you think so, alarm the house They will 
 find us quarrelling, and you will only precipi 
 tate matters by receiving the insult that will 
 make you_fight before them.' 
 
 ' I am r-ready, Sir, when and where you 
 will,' said Briones, with a swaggering air but a 
 shifting, furtive eye. ' Open a the door.' 
 
 ' Pardon me. We will leave this room
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 247 
 
 together in an hour for the station. We will 
 board the night express that will take us in 
 three hours beyond the frontier, where we can 
 each find a friend.' 
 
 ' But my affairs here my sister I must 
 see her.' 
 
 ' You shall write a note to her at that table, 
 saying that important business a despatch 
 has called you away, and we will leave it with 
 the porter to be delivered in the morning. Or 
 I do not restrict you you can say what you 
 like, provided she don't get it until we have 
 left.' 
 
 ' And you make of me a prisoner, Sir ? ' 
 
 ' No ; a visitor, Don Caesar a visitor whose 
 conversation is so interesting that I am forced 
 to detain him to hear more. You can pass 
 the time pleasantly by finishing the story I was 
 obliged to interrupt a moment ago. Do you 
 know this mother of Miss Yerba, of whom 
 you spoke ? ' 
 
 ' That's m my affair.' 
 
 'That means you don't know her. If you 
 did, you'ld have had her within call. And, as 
 she is the only person who is able to say that
 
 248 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 Miss Yerba is not an Arguello, you have been 
 very remiss.' 
 
 ' Ah, bah ! I am not one of your a 
 lawyers.' 
 
 ' No ; or you would know that, with no 
 better evidence than you have, you might be 
 sued for slander.' 
 
 ' Ah ! Why does not Miss Yerba sue, 
 then ? ' 
 
 ' Because she probably expects that some 
 body will shoot you.' 
 
 4 As you, for instance ? ' 
 
 ' Perhaps.' 
 
 ' And if you do not eh ? you have not 
 stop my mouth, but your own. And if you do, 
 you help her to marry the Baron, your rival. 
 You are not wise, friend Hathaway.' 
 
 ' May I remind you that you have not yet 
 written to your sister, and you may prefer to do 
 it carefully and deliberately ? ' 
 
 Don Caesar arose with a vindictive glance 
 at Paul, and pulled a chair before the table, as 
 the latter placed pen, ink, and paper before 
 him. ' Take your time,' he added, folding his 
 arms and walking towards the window. ' Say
 
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 what you like, and don't let my presence restrain 
 you.' 
 
 The Mexican began to write furiously, then 
 spasmodically, then slowly and reluctantly. ' I 
 war-r-n you, I shall expose all,' he said suddenly. 
 
 ' As you please.' 
 
 'And shall say that if -I disappear, you are 
 my murderer you understand my murderer ! ' 
 
 ' Don't consult me on a question of epithets, 
 but go on.' 
 
 Don Caesar recommenced his writing with a 
 malign smile. There was a sudden sharp rap 
 at the door. 
 
 Don Caesar leaped to his feet, grasped his 
 papers, and rushed to the door ; but Paul was 
 before him. ' Who is there ? ' he demanded. 
 
 ' Pendleton.' 
 
 At the sound of the Colonel's voice Don 
 Csesar fell back. Paul opened the door, ad 
 mitted the tall figure of the Colonel, and was 
 about to turn the key again. But Pendleton 
 lifted his hand in grim deprecation. 
 
 ' That will do,' Mr. Hathaway. ' I know all. 
 But I wish to speak with Briones elsewhere, 
 alone.'
 
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 ' Excuse me, Colonel Pendleton,' said Paul, 
 firmly, ' but I have the prior claim. Words 
 
 ( That will do, Mr. Hathaway ; I know all ' 
 
 have passed between this gentleman and myself 
 which we are now on our way to the station and
 
 A WARD OF TtJE GOLDEN GATE 251 
 
 the frontier to settle. If you are willing to ac 
 company us, I shall give you every opportunity 
 to converse with him alone, and arrange what 
 ever business you may have with him, provided 
 it does not interfere with mine.' 
 
 ' My business,' said Pendleton, ' is of a per 
 sonal nature, that will not interfere with any 
 claim of yours that Mr. Briones may choose to 
 admit, but is of a private quality that must be 
 transacted between us now.' His face was 
 pale, and his voice, although steady and self- 
 controlled, had that same strange suggestion of 
 sudden age in it which Paul had before noticed. 
 Whether Don Caesar detected it, or whether 
 he had some other instinctive appreciation of 
 greater security, Paul could not tell. He 
 seemed to recover his swagger again, as he 
 said 
 
 ' I shall hear what .Colonel Pendleton has 
 to say first. But I shall hold myself in readi 
 ness to meet you afterwards you shall not 
 fear, Sir ! ' 
 
 Paul remained looking from the one to 
 the other without speaking. It was Don Caesar 
 who returned his glance boldly and defiantly,
 
 252 A WARD OF TffE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 Colonel Pendleton who, with thin white fingers 
 pulling his moustache, evaded it. Then Paul 
 unlocked the door, and said slowly : ' In five 
 minutes I leave this house for the station. I 
 shall wait there until the train arrives. If this 
 gentleman does not join me, I shall be better 
 able to understand all this and take measures 
 accordingly.' 
 
 ' And I tell to you, Meester Hathaway, Sir,' 
 said Don Caesar, striking an attitude in the 
 doorway, ' you shall do as / please Caramba ! 
 and shall beg ' 
 
 ' Hold your tongue, Sir or, by the 
 Eternal burst out Pendleton, suddenly, 
 bringing down his thin hand on the Mexican's 
 shoulder. He stopped as suddenly. ' Gentle 
 men, this is childish. Go, Sir ! ' to Don Caesar, 
 pointing with a gaunt white finger into the 
 darkened hall. ' I will follow you. Mr. 
 Hathaway, as an older man, and one who has 
 seen a good deal of foolish altercation, I regret, 
 Sir, deeply regret, to be a witness to this bel 
 ligerent quality in a law-maker and a public 
 man ; and I must deprecate, Sir deprecate, 
 your demand on that gentleman for what, in
 
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 253 
 
 the folly of youth, you are pleased to call 
 personal satisfaction.' 
 
 Trepared^to follow them 
 
 As he moved with dignity out of the room, 
 Paul remained blankly staring after him. Was 
 it all a dream ? or was this Colonel Pendleton,
 
 254 . A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 the duellist ? Had the old man gone crazy, or 
 was he merely acting to veil some wild purpose ? 
 His sudden arrival showed that Yerba must 
 have sent for him and told him of Don Caesar's 
 threats : would he be wild enough to attempt 
 to strangle the man in some remote room or 
 in the darkness of the passage ? He stepped 
 softly into the hall : he could still hear the 
 double tread of the two men : they had reached 
 the staircase they were descending ! He heard 
 the drowsy accents of the night porter and the 
 swinging of the door they were in the street ! 
 Wherever they were going, or for what 
 purpose, he must be at the station, as he had 
 warned them he would be. He hastily threw 
 a few things into his valise, and prepared to 
 follow them. When he went downstairs he 
 informed the porter that owing to an urgent 
 call of business he should try to catch the 
 through express at three o'clock, but they must 
 retain his room and luggage until they heard 
 from him. He remembered Don Csesar's letter. 
 Had either of the gentlemen, his friends who 
 had just gone out, left a letter or message ? 
 No, Excellency ; the gentlemen were talking
 
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 255 
 
 earnestly he believed, in the South American 
 language and had not spoken to him. 
 
 lie informed the porter that owing to a call of business he should 
 try and catch the express 
 
 Perhaps it was this that reminded Paul, as 

 
 256 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 he crossed the square again, that he had made 
 no preparation for any possible fatal issue to 
 himself in this adventure. She would know it, 
 however, and why he had undertaken it. He 
 tried to think that perhaps some interest in 
 himself had prompted her to send the Colonel 
 to him. Yet, mingled with this was an odd 
 sense of a certain ridiculousness in his position : 
 there was the absurdity of his prospective 
 antagonist being even now in confidential con 
 sultation with his own friend and ally, whose 
 functions he had usurped, and in whose interests 
 he was about to risk his life. And as he walked 
 away through the silent streets the conviction 
 more than once was forced upon him that he 
 was going to an appointment that would not be 
 kept. 
 
 He reached the station some ten minutes 
 before the train was due. Two or three half- 
 drowsy, wrapped-up passengers were already 
 on the platform ; but neither Don Caesar nor 
 Colonel Pendleton was among them. He ex 
 plored the waiting-rooms and even the half-lit 
 buffet, but with no better success. Telling the 
 Bahnkof Inspector that his passage was only
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 257 
 
 contingent upon the arrival of one or two 
 companions, and describing them minutely to 
 prevent mistakes, he began gloomily to pace 
 before the ticket-office. Five minutes passed 
 the number of passengers did not increase ; ten 
 minutes ; a distant shriek the hoarse inquiry 
 of the inspector had the Herr's companions 
 yet gekommt f the sudden glare of a Cyclopean 
 eye in the darkness, the on-gliding of the long- 
 jointed and gleaming-spotted serpent, the train 
 a hurried glance around the platform, one or 
 two guttural orders, the slamming of doors, the 
 remounting of black-uniformed figures like 
 caryatides along the marchepieds, a puff of 
 vapour, and the train had come and gone 
 without them. 
 
 Yet he would give his adversary fifteen 
 minutes more to allow for accident or delay, or the 
 possible arrival of the Colonel with an explana 
 tion, and recommenced his gloomy pacing, as 
 the Bahnhof sank back into half-lit repose. 
 At the end of five minutes there was another 
 shriek. Paul turned quickly to the inspector. 
 Ah, then, there was another train ? No ; it 
 was only the up express for Basle, going the 
 
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 258 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 other way and stopping at the Nord Station, 
 half a mile away. It would not stop here, but 
 the Herr would see it pass in a few moments at 
 full speed. 
 
 It came presently, with a prolonged despair 
 ing shriek, out of the darkness ; a flash, a rush 
 and roar at his side, a plunge into the darkness 
 again with the same despairing cry ; a flutter of 
 something white from one of the windows, like 
 a loosened curtain, that at last seemed to detach 
 itself, and, after a wild attempt to follow, 
 suddenly soared aloft, whirled over and over, 
 dropped, and drifted slowly, slantwise, to the 
 ground. 
 
 The inspector had seen it, ran down the 
 line, and picked it up. Then he returned with 
 it to Paul with a look of sympathising concern. 
 It was a lady's handkerchief, evidently some 
 signal waved to the well-born Herr, who was 
 she only passenger on the platform. So, 
 possibly, it might be from his friends, who by 
 some stupid mischance had gone to the wrong 
 station, and Gott im Himmel / it was 
 hideously stupid, yet possible, got on the 
 wrong train !
 
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 259 
 
 The Herr, a little pale, but composed, 
 thought it was possible. No ; he would not 
 
 It was a lady's handkerchief 
 
 telegraph to the next station not yet he 
 would inquire. 
 
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 260 A WARD Of THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 He walked quickly away, reaching the 
 hotel breathlessly, yet in a space that seemed 
 all too brief for his disconnected thought. 
 There were signs of animation in the hall, and 
 an empty carriage was just re-entering the 
 courtyard. The hall-porter met him with 
 demonstrative concern and apology. Ah ! if 
 he had only understood his Excellency better, 
 he could have saved him all this trouble. 
 Evidently his Excellency was going with the 
 Arguello party, who had ordered a carriage, 
 doubtless, for the same important journey, an 
 hour before, yet had left only a few moments 
 after his Excellency. And his Excellency, it 
 would appear, had gone to the wrong station. 
 
 Paul pushed hurriedly past the man and 
 ascended to his room. Both windows were 
 open, and in the faint moonlight he could see 
 that something white was pinned to his pillow. 
 With nervous fingers he relit his candles, and 
 found it was a note in Yerba's handwriting. 
 As he opened it, a tiny spray of the vine that 
 had grown on the crumbling wall fell at his 
 feet. He picked it up, pressed it to his lips, 
 and read, with dim eyes, as follows :
 
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 1 You know now why I spoke to you as I did 
 to-day, and why the other half of this precious 
 spray is the only memory I care to carry with 
 me out of this crumbling ruin of all my hopes. 
 You were right, Paul : my taking you there 
 was an omen not to you, who can never be 
 anything but proud, beloved, and true but to 
 me of all this shame and misery. Thank you 
 for all you have done for all you would do, 
 my friend, and don't think me ungrateful, only 
 because I am unworthy of it. Try to forgive 
 me, but don't forget me, even if you must hate 
 me. Perhaps, if you knew all you might still 
 love a little the poor girl to whom you have 
 already given the only name she can ever take 
 from you YERBA BUENA ! '
 
 
 262 
 
 CHAPTER VII 
 
 jT was already autumn, and 
 in the city of New York 
 an early Sunday morning 
 breeze was sweeping up 
 the leaves that had fallen 
 from the regularly planted 
 ailantus trees before the 
 brown-stone frontage of a 
 row of monotonously alike 
 five-storeyed houses on one 
 of the principal avenues. 
 The Pastor of the Third 
 Presbyterian Church, that uplifted its double 
 towers on the corner, stopped before one of 
 these dwellings, ran up the dozen broad steps 
 and rang the bell. He was presently admitted 
 to the sombre richness of a hall and drawing- 
 room with high-backed furniture of dark carved
 
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 263 
 
 woods, like cathedral stalls, and, hat in hand, 
 somewhat impatiently awaited the arrival of 
 
 She was regular and resolute in features 
 
 his hostess and parishioner. The door opened 
 to a tall, white-haired woman in lustreless black
 
 264 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 silk. She was regular and resolute in features, 
 of fine but unbending presence, and, though 
 somewhat past middle age, showed no signs of 
 either the weakness or mellowness of years. 
 
 ' I am sorry to disturb your Sabbath morn 
 ing meditations, Sister Argalls, nor would I if 
 it were not in the line of Christian duty ; but 
 Sister Robbins is unable to-day to make her 
 usual Sabbath hospital visit, and I thought if 
 you were excused from the Foreign Missionary 
 class and Bible instruction at three you might 
 undertake her functions. I know, my dear old 
 friend/ he continued, with bland deprecation of 
 her hard-set eyes, ' how distasteful this pro 
 miscuous mingling with the rough and ungodly 
 has always been to you, and how reluctant you 
 are to be placed in the position of being liable 
 to hear coarse, vulgar, or irreverent speech. I 
 think, too, in our long and pleasant pastoral 
 relations, you have always found me mindful of 
 it. I admit I have sometimes regretted that 
 your late husband had not more generally 
 familiarised you with the ways of the world. 
 But so it is we all have our weaknesses. If 
 not one thing, another. And as Envy and
 
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 Uncharitableness sometimes find their way in 
 even Christian hearts, I should like you to 
 undertake this office for the sake of example. 
 There are some, dear Sister Argalls, who think 
 that the rich widow who is most liberal in the 
 endowment of the goods that Providence has 
 entrusted to her hands claims therefore to 
 be exempt from labour in the Christian vine 
 yard. Let us teach them how unjust they 
 are.' 
 
 ' I am willing,' said the lady, with a dry, 
 determined air. ' I suppose these patients 
 are not professedly bad characters ? ' 
 
 ' By no means. A few, perhaps ; but the 
 majority are unfortunates dependent either 
 upon public charity or some small provision 
 made by their friends.' 
 
 ' Very well.' 
 
 'And you understand that though they have 
 the privilege of rejecting your Christian minis 
 trations, dear Sister Argalls, you are free to 
 judge when you may be patient or importunate 
 with them.' 
 
 ' I understand.' 
 
 The Pastor was not an unkindly man, and,
 
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 as he glanced at the uncompromising look in 
 Mrs. Argalls' eyes, felt for a moment some in 
 consistency between his humane instincts and 
 his Christian duty. ' Some of them may re 
 quire, and be benefited by, a stern monitress, 
 and Sister Robbins, I fear, was weak,' he said 
 consolingly to himself, as he descended the 
 steps again. 
 
 At three o'clock Mrs. Argalls, with a reticule 
 and a few tracts, was at the door of St. John's 
 Hospital. As she displayed her testimonials 
 and announced that she had taken Mrs. Rob- 
 bins's place, the officials received her respect 
 fully, and gave some instructions to the atten 
 dants, which, however, did not stop some 
 individual comments. 
 
 ' I say, Jim, it doesn't seem the square thing 
 to let that grim old girl loose among them poor 
 convalescents.' 
 
 ' Well, I don't know : they say she's rich 
 and gives a lot o' money away, but if she tackles 
 that swearing old Kentuckian in No. 3, she'll 
 have her hands full.' 
 
 However, the criticism was scarcely fair, 
 for Mrs. Argalls, although moving rigidly
 
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 along from bed to bed of the ward, equipped 
 with a certain formula of phrases, nevertheless 
 
 He descended the steps 
 
 dropped from time to time some practical 
 common-sense questions that showed an almost
 
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 masculine intuition of the patients' needs and 
 requirements. Nor did she betray any of that 
 over-sensitive shrinking from coarseness which 
 the good Pistor had feared, albeit she was 
 quick to correct its exhibition. The languid 
 men listened to her with half-aggressive, half- 
 amused interest, and some of the satisfaction 
 of taking a bitter but wholesome tonic. It 
 was not until she reached the bed at the farther 
 end of the ward that she seemed to meet with 
 any check. 
 
 It was occupied by a haggard man, with a 
 long white moustache and features that seemed 
 wasted by inward struggle and fever. At the 
 first sound of her voice he turned quickly 
 towards her, lifted himself on his elbow, and 
 gazed fixedly in her face. 
 
 ' Kate Howard by the Eternal ! ' he said, 
 in a low voice. 
 
 Despite her rigid self-possession the woman 
 started, glanced hurriedly around, and drew 
 nearer to him. 
 
 ' Pendleton ! ' she said, in an equally sup 
 pressed voice. ' What, in God's name, are you 
 doing here ? '
 
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 ' Dying, I 'reckon sooner or later,' he said 
 grimly, ' that's what they do here.' 
 
 1 Kate Howard by the Eternal ! ' 
 
 ' But what,' she went on hurriedly, still 
 glancing over her shoulder as if she sus-
 
 270 A 
 
 pected some trick ' what has brought you to 
 this ? ' 
 
 ' You ! ' said the Colonel, dropping back 
 exhaustedly on his pillow. ' You and your 
 daughter.' 
 
 ' I don't understand you,' she said quickly, 
 yet regarding him with stern rigidity. ' You 
 know perfectly well I have no daughter. You 
 know perfectly well that I've kept the word I 
 gave you ten years ago, and that I have been 
 dead to her as she has been to me.' 
 
 ' I know,' said the Colonel, ' that within the 
 last three months I have paid away my last 
 cent to keep the mouth of an infernal scoundrel 
 shut who knows that you are her mother, and 
 threatens to expose her to her friends. I know 
 that I'm dying here of an old wound that I got 
 when I shut the mouth of another hound who 
 was ready to bark at her two years after you 
 disappeared. I know that between you and 
 her I've let my old nigger die of a broken 
 heart, because I couldn't keep him to suffer 
 with me, and I know that I'm here a pauper on 
 the State. I know that, Kate, and when I say 
 it I don't regret it. I've kept my word to you,
 
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 and, by the Eternal, your daughter's worth it ! 
 For if there ever was a fair and peerless creature 
 it's your child ! ' 
 
 1 And she a rich woman unless she 
 squandered the fortune I gave her lets you 
 lie here! ' said the woman, grimly. 
 
 ' She don't know it.' 
 
 ' She should know it ! Have you quarrelled ? ' 
 She was looking at him keenly. 
 
 ' She distrusts me, because she half-suspects 
 the secret, and I hadn't the heart to tell her all.' 
 
 1 All ? What does she know ? What does 
 this man know ? What has been told her ? ' 
 she said rapidly. 
 
 4 She only knows that the name she has 
 taken she has no right to.' 
 
 ' Right to ? Why, it was written on the 
 Trust Yerba Buena.' 
 
 ' No, not that. She thought it was a mis 
 take. She took the name of Arguello.' 
 
 ' What ? ' said Mrs. Argalls, suddenly grasp 
 ing the invalid's wrist with both hands. ' What 
 name ? ' Her eyes were startled from their 
 rigid coldness, her lips were colourless. 
 
 'Arguello! It was some foolish school-girl
 
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 fancy which that hound helped to foster in her. 
 Why what's the matter, Kate ? ' 
 
 The woman dropped the helpless man's 
 wrist, then, with an effort, recovered herself 
 sufficiently to rise, and with an air of increased 
 decorum, as if the spiritual character of their 
 interview excluded worldly intrusion, adjusted 
 the screen around his bed, so as partly to hide 
 her own face and Pendleton's. Then, dropping 
 into the chair beside him, she said in her old 
 voice, from which the burden of ten long years 
 seemed to have been lifted 
 
 ' Harry, what's that you're playing on me? ' 
 
 * I don't understand you,' said Pendleton, 
 amazedly. 
 
 ' Do you mean to say you don't know it, 
 and didn't tell her yourself ? ' she said curtly. 
 
 1 What ? Tell her what ? ' he repeated im 
 patiently. 
 
 ' That Arguello was her father ! ' 
 
 ' Her father ? ' He tried to struggle to his 
 elbow again, but she laid her hand masterfully 
 upon his shoulder and forced him back. ' Her 
 father!' he repeated hurriedly. ' Jose Arguello ! 
 Great God ! are you sure ? '
 
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 Quietly and yet mechanically gathering the 
 scattered tracts from the coverlet, and putting 
 them back one by one in her reticule, she closed 
 it and her lips with a snap as she uttered 
 ' Yes.' 
 
 Pendleton remained staring at her silently. 
 ' Yes,' he muttered, ' it may have been some 
 instinct of the child's, or some diabolical fancy 
 of Briones'. But,' he said bitterly, 'true or not, 
 she has no right to his name.' 
 
 ' And I say she has! 
 
 She had risen to her feet, with her arms 
 folded across her breast, in an attitude of such 
 Puritan composure that the distant spectators 
 might have thought she was delivering an 
 exordium to the prostrate man. 
 
 ' I met Jose Arguello, for the second time, 
 in New Orleans,' she said slowly, ' eight years 
 ago. He was still rich, but ruined in health by 
 dissipation. I was tired of my way of life. He 
 proposed that I should marry him to take care 
 of him and legitimatise our child. I was forced 
 to tell him what I had done with her, and that 
 the Trust could not be disturbed until she 
 was of age and her own mistress. He assented. 
 
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 274 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 We married, but he died within a year. He 
 died, leaving with me his acknowledgment of 
 her as his child, and the right to claim her if I 
 chose.' 
 
 ' And ? ' interrupted the Colonel with spark 
 ling eyes. 
 
 1 1 don I choose' 
 
 ' Hear me ! ' she continued firmly. ' With 
 his name and my own mistress, and the girl, as 
 I believed, properly provided for and ignorant 
 of my existence, I saw no necessity for reopen 
 ing the past. I resolved to lead a new life as 
 his widow. I came north. In the little New- 
 England town where I first stopped, the country 
 people contracted my name to Mrs. Argalls. I 
 let it stand so. I came to New York and 
 entered the service of the Lord and the 
 bonds of the Church, Henry Pendleton, as 
 Mrs. Argalls, and have remained so ever 
 since.' 
 
 ' But you would not object to Yerba know 
 ing that yo-.a lived, and rightly bore her father's 
 name ? ' sai i Pendleton, eagerly. 
 
 The wo nan looked at him with compressed 
 lips. ' I should. I have buried all my past
 
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 and all its consequences. Let me not seek to 
 reopen it or recall them.' 
 
 ' But if you knew that she was as proud as 
 yourself, and that this very uncertainty as to her 
 name and parentage, although she has never 
 known the whole truth, kept her from taking 
 the name and becoming the wife of a man whom 
 she loves ? ' 
 
 ' Whom she loves ! ' 
 
 ' Yes ; one of her guardians Hathaway 
 to whom you entrusted her when she was a 
 child.' 
 
 ' Paul Hathaway but he knew it.' 
 
 ' Yes. But she does not know he does. 
 He has kept the secret faithfully even when she 
 refused him.' 
 
 She was silent for a moment, and then 
 said 
 
 ' So be it. I consent.' 
 
 ' And you'll write to her ? ' said the Colonel 
 eagerly. 
 
 ' No. But you may, and if you want them 
 I will furnish you with such proofs as you may 
 require.' 
 
 ' Thank you.' He held out his hand with 
 
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 276 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 such a happy, yet childish gratitude upon his 
 worn face that her own trembled slightly as she 
 took it. * Good-bye ! ' 
 
 ' I shall see you soon,' she said. 
 
 ' I shall be here,' he said grimly. 
 
 1 I think not,' she returned with the first 
 relaxation of her smileless face, and moved 
 away. 
 
 As she passed out she asked to see the 
 house surgeon. How soon did he think the 
 patient she had been conversing with could be 
 removed from the hospital with safety ? Did 
 Mrs. Argalls mean ' far' ? Mrs. Argalls meant 
 as far as that tendering her card and eminently 
 respectable address. Ah ! perhaps in a week. 
 Not before ? Perhaps before, unless complica 
 tions ensued ; the patient had been much run 
 down physically, though, as Mrs. Argalls had 
 probably noticed, he was singularly strong in 
 nervous will force. Mrs. Argalls had noticed 
 it, and considered it an extraordinary case of 
 conviction worthy of the closest watching and 
 care. When he was able to be moved she 
 would send her own carriage and her own 
 physician to superintend his transfer. In the
 
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 277 
 
 meantime he was to want for nothing. Cer 
 tainly, he had given very little trouble, and, in 
 
 How soon did he think the patient could be removed 
 
 fact, wanted very little. Just now he had only 
 asked for paper, pens, and ink.
 
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 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 CHAPTER VIII 
 
 S Mrs. Argalls' car 
 riage rolled into Fifth 
 Avenue, it for a mo 
 ment narrowly grazed 
 another carriage, loaded 
 with luggage, driving 
 up to an hotel. The 
 abstracted traveller 
 within it was Paul 
 Hathaway, who had 
 returned from Europe that morning. 
 
 Paul entered the hotel, and, going to the 
 register mechanically, turned its leaves for the 
 previous arrivals, with the same hopeless 
 patience that had for the last six weeks accom 
 panied this habitual preliminary performance 
 on his arrival at the principal European hotels. 
 For he had lost all trace of Yerba, Pendleton,
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 279 
 
 Milly, and the Briones from the day of their 
 departure. The entire party seemed to have 
 separated at Basle, and, in that eight-hours 
 start they had of him, to have disappeared to 
 the four cardinal points. He had lingered a 
 few days in London to transact some business ; 
 he would linger a few days longer in New York 
 before returning to San Francisco. 
 
 The daily papers already contained his 
 name in the list of the steamer passengers who 
 arrived that morning. It might meet her eye, 
 although he had been haunted during the 
 voyage by a terrible fancy that she was still in 
 Europe, and had either hidden herself in some 
 obscure provincial town with the half-crazy 
 Pendleton, or had entered a convent, or even, 
 in reckless despair, had accepted the name and 
 title of some penniless nobleman. It was this 
 miserable doubt that had made his homeward 
 journey at times seem like a cruel desertion of 
 her, while at other moments the conviction that 
 Milly's Californian relatives might give him 
 some clue to her whereabouts made him fever 
 ishly fearful of delaying an hour on his way to 
 San Francisco. He did not believe that she
 
 280 
 
 had tolerated the company of Briones a single 
 moment after the scene at the Bad Hof, and 
 yet he had no confidence in the Colonel's atti 
 tude towards the Mexican. Hopeless of the 
 future as her letter seemed, still its naive and 
 tacit confession of her feelings at the moment 
 was all that sustained him. 
 
 Two days passed, and he still lingered 
 aimlessly in New York. In two days more 
 the Panama steamer would sail yet in his 
 hesitation he had put off securing his passage. 
 He visited the offices of the different European 
 steamer lines, and examined the recent passenger 
 lists, but there was no record of any of the party. 
 What made his quest seem the more hopeless 
 was his belief that, after Briones' revelation, she 
 had cast off the name of Arguello and taken 
 some other. She might even be in New York 
 under that new name now. 
 
 On the morning of the third day, among 
 his letters, was one that bore the postmark of 
 a noted suburban settlement of wealthy villa- 
 owners on the Hudson River. It was from 
 Milly Woods, stating that her father had read 
 of his arrival in the papers, and begged he
 
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 281 
 
 would dine and stay the next night with them 
 at ' Under Cliff/ if he 'still had any interest in 
 
 It was from Milly Woods 
 
 the fortunes of old friends. Of course/ added 
 the perennially incoherent Milly, ' if it bores 
 you we shan't expect you.' The quick colour 
 came to Paul's careworn cheek. He telegraphed 
 assent, and at sunset that afternoon stepped off
 
 282 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 the train at a little private woodland station 
 so abnormally rustic and picturesque in its 
 brown-bark walls covered with scarlet Virginia 
 creepers that it looked like a theatrical erection. 
 
 Mr. Woods's station wagon was in waiting, 
 but Paul, handing the driver his valise, and 
 ascertaining the general direction of the house, 
 and that it was not far distant, told him to go 
 on and he would follow afoot. The tremor of 
 vague anticipation had already come upon 
 him ; something that he knew not whether he 
 feared or longed for, only that it was inevitable, 
 had begun to possess him. He would soon 
 recover himself in the flaring glory of this 
 woodland, and the invigoration of this hale 
 October air. 
 
 It was a beautiful and brilliant sunset, yet 
 not so beautiful and brilliant but that the whole 
 opulent forest around him seemed to challenge 
 and repeat its richest as well as its most delicate 
 dyes. The reddening west, seen through an 
 opening of scarlet maples, was no longer red ; 
 the golden glory of the sun, sinking over a 
 promontory of gleaming yellow sumach that 
 jutted out into the noble river, was shorn of its
 
 283 
 
 intense radiance ; at times in the thickest woods 
 he seemed surrounded by a yellow nimbus ; at 
 times so luminous was the glow of these trans 
 lucent leaves that the position of the sun itself 
 seemed changed, or the shadows cast in defiance 
 of its glory. As he walked on, long reaches of 
 the lordly placid stream at his side were visible, 
 as far as the terraces of the opposite shore, 
 lifted on basaltic columns, themselves streaked 
 and veined with gold and fire. Paul had seen 
 nothing like this since his boyhood ; for an 
 instant the great heroics of the Sierran land 
 scape were forgotten in this magnificent harle 
 quinade. 
 
 A dim footpath crossed the road in the 
 direction of the house, which for the last few 
 moments had been slowly etching itself as a 
 soft vignette in a tinted aureole of walnut and 
 maple upon the steel blue of the river. He 
 was hesitating whether to take this short cut 
 or continue on by the road, when he heard 
 the rustling of quick footsteps among the fallen 
 leaves of the variegated thicket through which 
 it stole. He stopped short, the leafy screen 
 shivered and parted, and a tall graceful figure,
 
 284 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 like a draped and hidden Columbine, burst 
 through its painted foliage. It was Yerba ! 
 
 She ran quickly towards him 
 
 She ran quickly towards him, with parted 
 lips, shining eyes, and a few scarlet leaves
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 285 
 
 clinging to the stuff of her worsted dress in a 
 way that recalled the pink petals of Rosario. 
 
 ' When I saw you were not in the wagon 
 and knew you were walking, I slipped out to 
 intercept you, as I had something to tell you 
 before you saw the others. I thought you 
 wouldn't mind.' She stopped, and suddenly 
 hesitated. 
 
 What was this new strange shyness that 
 seemed to droop her eyelids, her proud 
 head, and even the slim hand that had been 
 so impulsively and frankly outstretched to 
 wards him ? And he Paul what was he 
 doing ? Where was this passionate out 
 burst that had filled his heart for nights and 
 days ? Where this eager tumultuous questioning 
 that his feverish lips had rehearsed hour by 
 hour ? Where this desperate courage that would 
 sweep the whole world away if it stood between 
 them ? Where, indeed ? He was standing 
 only a few feet from her cold, silent, and 
 tremulous ! 
 
 She drew back a step, lifted her head with 
 a quick toss that seemed to condense the moisture 
 in her shining eyes, and sent what might have
 
 286 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 been a glittering dew-drop flying into the loosed 
 tendrils of her hair. Calm and erect again, she 
 put her little hand to her jacket pocket. 
 
 ' I only wanted you to read a letter I got 
 yesterday,' she said, taking out an envelope. 
 
 The spell was broken. Paul caught eagerly 
 at the hand that held the letter, and would have 
 drawn her to him ; but she put him aside gravely 
 but sweetly. 
 
 ' Read that letter ! ' 
 
 ' Tell me of yourself first ! ' he broke out 
 passionately. ' Why you fled from me, and 
 why I now find you here, by the merest chance, 
 without a word of summons from yourself, 
 Yerba ? Tell me who is with you ? Are you 
 free and your own mistress free to act for your 
 self and me ? Speak, darling don't be cruel ! 
 Since that night I have longed for you, sought 
 for you, and suffered for you every day and 
 hour. Tell me if I find you the same Yerba 
 who wrote ' 
 
 ' Read that letter ! ' 
 
 ' I care for none but the one you left me 
 have read and re-read it, Yerba carried it 
 always with me. See ! I have it here ! ' He
 
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 was in the act of withdrawing it from his breast 
 pocket, when she put up her hand piteously. 
 
 ' Please, Paul, please read this letter 
 first!' 
 
 There was something in her new supplicating 
 grace, still retaining the faintest suggestion of 
 her old girlish archness, that struck him. He 
 took the letter and opened it. It was from 
 Colonel Pendleton. 
 
 Plainly, concisely, and formally, without 
 giving the name of his authority or suggesting 
 his interview with Mrs. Argalls, he had informed 
 Yerba that he had documentary testimony that 
 she was the daughter of the late Jose de Ar- 
 guello, and legally entitled to bear his name. 
 A copy of the instructions given to his wife, 
 recognising Yerba Buena, the ward of the San 
 Francisco Trust, as his child and hers, and 
 leaving to the mother the choice of making 
 it known to her and others, was enclosed. 
 
 Paul turned an unchanged face upon Yerba, 
 who was watching him eagerly, uneasily, almost 
 breathlessly. 
 
 ' And you think this concerns me \ ' he said 
 bitterly. ' You think only of this, when I speak
 
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 of the precious letter that bade me hope, and 
 brought me to you ? ' 
 
 ' Paul,' said the girl, with wondering eyes 
 and hesitating lips ; ' do you mean to say that 
 that this is nothing to you ? ' 
 
 ' Yes but forgive me, darling ! ' he broke 
 out again, with a sudden vague remorsefulness, 
 as he once more sought her elusive hand. ' I 
 am a brute an egotist ! I forgot that it might 
 be something to you' 
 
 1 Paul,' continued the girl, her voice quivering 
 with a strange joy, ' do you say that you you 
 yourself, care nothing for this ? ' 
 
 ' Nothing,' he answered, gazing at her trans 
 figured face with admiring wonder. 
 
 ' And ' more timidly, as a faint aurora 
 kindled in her cheeks ' that you don't care 
 that that I am coming to you with a name 
 to give you in exchange ? ' 
 
 He started. 
 
 ' Yerba, you are not mocking me ? You 
 will be my wife ? ' 
 
 She smiled, yet moving softly backwards 
 with the grave stateliness of a vanishing yet 
 beckoning goddess, until she reached the
 
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 sumach-bush from which she had emerged. 
 He followed. Another backward step, and it 
 yielded to let her through ; but even as it did 
 so she caught him in her arms, and for a single 
 moment it closed upon them both, and hid 
 them in its glory. A still lingering song-bird, 
 possibly convinced that he had mistaken the 
 season, and that spring had really come, flew 
 out with a little cry to carry the message 
 South ; but even then Paul and Yerba emerged 
 with such innocent, childlike gravity, and, side 
 by side, walked so composedly towards the 
 house, that he thought better of it. 
 
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 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 CHAPTER IX 
 
 T was only the third 
 time they had ever 
 met did Paul con 
 sider that when he 
 thought her cold ? 
 Did he know now 
 why she had not 
 understood him at 
 Rosario? Did he 
 understand now how 
 calculating and selfish he had seemed to her 
 that night ? Could he look her in the face now 
 -no, he must be quiet-they were so near the 
 house, and everybody could see them!-and 
 say that he had ever believed her capable of 
 making up that story of the Arguellos ? Could 
 he not have guessed that she had some memory 
 of that name in her childish recollections, how
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 391 
 
 or where she knew not ? Was it strange that a 
 daughter should have an instinct of her father ? 
 Was it kind to her to know all this himself and 
 yet reveal nothing ? Because her mother and 
 father had quarrelled, and her mother had run 
 away with somebody and left her a ward to 
 strangers was that to be concealed from her, 
 and she left without a name ? This, and much 
 more, tenderly reproachful, bewildering and 
 sweetly illogical, yet inexpressibly dear to Paul, 
 as they walked on in the gloaming. 
 
 More to the purpose, however, the fact that 
 Briones, as far as she knew, did not know her 
 mother, and never before the night at Strudle 
 Bad had ever spoken of her. Still more to the 
 purpose, that he had disappeared after an inter 
 view with the Colonel that night, and that she 
 believed always that the Colonel had bought 
 him off. It was not with her money. She had 
 sometimes thought that the Colonel and he were 
 in confidence, and that was why she had lately 
 distrusted Pendleton. But she had refused to 
 take the name of Arguello again after that 
 scene, and had called herself only by the name 
 he had given her would he forgive her for 
 
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 292 
 
 ever speaking of it as she had ? Yerba Buena. 
 But on shipboard, at Milly's suggestion, and to 
 keep away from Briones, her name had appeared 
 on the passenger list as Miss Good, and they 
 had come, not to New York, but Boston. 
 
 It was possible that the Colonel had ex 
 tracted the information he sent her from Briones. 
 They had parted from Pendleton in London, as 
 he was grumpy and queer, and, as Milly thought, 
 becoming very miserly and avaricious as he 
 grew older, for he was always quarrelling over 
 the hotel bills. But he had Mrs. Woods's New 
 York address at Under Cliff, and, of course, 
 guessed where she was. There was no address 
 on his letter : he had said he would write 
 again. 
 
 Thus much until they reached the steps of 
 the verandah, and Milly, flying down, was 
 ostentatiously overwhelmed with the unex 
 pected appearance of Mr. Paul Hathaway and 
 Yerba, whom she had been watching from the 
 window for the last ten minutes. Then the 
 appearance of Mr. Woods, Californian and 
 reminiscent, and Mrs, Woods, metropolitan, 
 languid, and forgetful, and the sudden and
 
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 291 
 
 formal retirement of the girls. An arch and 
 indefinable mystery in the air whenever Paul 
 
 Mr. Woods, Californian and reminiscent 
 
 and Yerba appeared together of which even 
 the servants were discreetly conscious. 
 
 At^dinner Mr. Woods again became retro-
 
 294 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 spective and Californian, and dwelt upon the 
 changes he had noticed. It appeared the old 
 pioneers had in few cases attained a comfortable 
 fortune for their old age. ' I know,' he added, 
 ' that your friend Colonel Pendleton has dropped 
 a good deal of money over in Europe. Some 
 body told me that he actually was reduced to 
 take a steerage passage home. It looks as if 
 he might gamble it's an old Californian com 
 plaint.' As Paul, who had become suddenly 
 grave again, did not speak, Mrs. Woods re 
 minded them that she had always doubted the 
 Colonel's moral principles. Old as he was, he 
 had never got over that freedom of life and 
 social opinion which he had imbibed in early 
 days. For her part, she was very glad that he 
 had not returned from Europe with the girls, 
 though, of course, the presence of Don Caesar 
 and his sister during their European sojourn 
 was a corrective. As Paul's face grew darker 
 during this languid criticism, Yerba, who had 
 been watching it with a new and absorbing 
 sympathy, seized the first moment when they 
 left the table to interrogate him with heart 
 breaking eyes.
 
 A WARD GF THE GOLDEN GATE 295 
 
 ' You don't think, Paul, that the Colonel is 
 really poor ? ' 
 
 ' God only knows,' said Paul. ' I tremble 
 to think how that scoundrel may have bled 
 him.' 
 
 ' And all for me ! Paul, dear, you know you 
 were saying in the woods that you would never, 
 never touch my money. What ' exultingly 
 ' if we gave it to him ? ' 
 
 What answer Paul made did not transpire, 
 for it seemed to have been indicated by an 
 interval of profound silence. 
 
 But the next morning, as he and Mr. Woods 
 were closeted in the library, Yerba broke in 
 upon them with a pathetic face and a telegram 
 in her hand* ' Oh, Paul Mr. Hathaway ifs 
 true \ ' 
 
 Paul seized the telegram quickly : it had no 
 signature, only the line : ' Colonel Pendleton is 
 dangerously ill at St. John's Hospital.' 
 
 ' I must go at once,' said Paul, rising. 
 
 ' Oh, Paul ' imploringly ' let me go with 
 you ! I should never forgive myself if and 
 ifs addressed to me, and what would he think 
 if I didn't come ? '
 
 296 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE- 
 
 Paul hesitated. ' Mrs. Woods will let M'illy 
 go with us and she can stay at the hotel. 
 ' Say yes/ she continued, seeking his eyes 
 eagerly. 
 
 He consented, and in half an hour they 
 were in the train for New York. Leaving 
 Milly at the hotel, ostensibly in deference to 
 the Woods's prejudices, but really to save the 
 presence of a third party at this meeting, Paul 
 drove with Yerba rapidly to the hospital. 
 They were admitted to an anteroom. The 
 house surgeon received them respectfully, but 
 doubtingly. The patient was a little better 
 this morning, but very weak. There was a 
 lady now with him a member of a religious 
 and charitable guild, who had taken the greatest 
 interest in him indeed, she had wished to take 
 him to her own home but he had declined at 
 first, and now he was too weak to be removed. 
 
 ' But I received this telegram : it must have 
 been sent at his request,' protested Yerba. 
 
 The house surgeon looked at the beautiful 
 face. He was mortal. He would see if the 
 patient was able to stand another interview : 
 possibly the regular visitor might withdraw.
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 297 
 
 When he had gone, an attendant volunteered 
 the information that the old gentleman was 
 perhaps a little excited at times. He was a 
 wonderful man ; he had seen a great deal ; he 
 talked much of California and the early days ; 
 he was very interesting. Ah, it would be all 
 right now if the doctor found him well enough, 
 for the lady was already going that was she 
 coming through the hall. 
 
 She came slowly towards them erect, 
 grey, grim a still handsome apparition. Paul 
 started. To his horror, Yerba ran impulsively 
 forward, and said eagerly : ' Is he better ? Can 
 he see us now ? ' 
 
 The woman halted an instant, seemed to 
 gather the prayer-book and reticule she was 
 carrying closer to her breast, but was otherwise 
 unchanged. Replying to Paul rather than the 
 young girl, she said rigidly, ' The patient is 
 able to see Mr. Hathaway and Miss Yerba 
 Buena,' and passed slowly on. But as she 
 reached the door she unloosed her black 
 mourning veil from her bonnet, and seemed to 
 drop it across her face with a gesture that Paul 
 remembered she had used twelve years ago.
 
 298 
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 1 She frightens me ! ' said Yerba, turning a 
 suddenly startled face on Paul. ' Oh, Paul, I 
 
 ' She frightens me ! ' said Yerba 
 
 hope it isn't an omen, but she looked like some 
 one from the grave ! ' 
 
 1 Hush ! ' said Paul, turning away a face that
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 299 
 
 was whiter than her own. ' They are coming 
 now.' 
 
 The house surgeon had returned a trifle 
 graver. They might see him now, but they 
 must be warned that he wandered at times a 
 little ; and, if he might suggest, if it was any 
 thing of family importance, they had better 
 make the most of their time and his lucid inter 
 vals. Perhaps, if they were old friends very 
 old friends he would recognise them. He 
 was wandering much in the past always in the 
 past. 
 
 They found him in the end of the ward, but 
 so carefully protected and partitioned off by 
 screens that the space around his cot had all the 
 privacy and security of an apartment. He was 
 very much changed ; they would scarcely have 
 known him but for the delicately curved aquiline 
 profile and the long white moustache now so 
 faint and etherealised as to seem a mere spirit 
 wing that rested on his pillow. To their sur 
 prise he opened his eyes with a smile of perfect 
 recognition, and, with thin fingers beyond the 
 coverlid, beckoned to them to approach. Yet 
 there was still a shadow of his old reserve in
 
 3oo 
 
 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 his reception of Paul, and, although one hand 
 interlocked the fingers of Yerba who had at 
 
 On her knees beside the bed 
 
 first rushed impulsively forward and fallen on 
 her knees beside the bed and the other softly 
 placed itself upon her head, his eyes were fixed
 
 A WARD Of THE GOLDEN GATE 301 
 
 upon the young man's with the ceremoniousness 
 due to a stranger. 
 
 ' I am glad to see, Sir,' he began in a slow, 
 broken, but perfectly audible voice, ' that now 
 you are satisfied with the right of this young 
 lady to bear the name of Arguello and her 
 relationship Sir to one of the oldest ' 
 
 ' But, my dear old friend,' broke out Paul, 
 earnestly, ' I never cared for that I beg you to 
 believe ' 
 
 ' He never never cared for it dear, dear 
 Colonel,' sobbed Yerba, passionately : ' it was 
 all my fault he thought only of me you wrong 
 him!' 
 
 ' / think otherwise,' said the Colonel, with 
 grim and relentless deliberation. ' I have a 
 vivid impression Sir of an interview I 
 had with you at the St. Charles where you 
 
 said ' He was silent for a moment, and 
 
 then in a quite different voice called faintly 
 
 ' George ! ' 
 
 Paul and Yerba glanced quickly at each 
 other. 
 
 1 George, set out some refreshment for the 
 Honourable Paul Hathaway, The best, Sir
 
 302 A WARD OF THE GOLDEN GATE 
 
 you understand. ... A good nigger, Sir a 
 good boy ; and he never leaves me, Sir. Only, 
 by gad ! Sir, he will starve himself and his 
 family to be with me. I brought him with me 
 to California away back in the fall of 'forty-nine. 
 Those were the early days, Sir the early 
 days.' 
 
 His head had fallen back quite easily on the 
 pillow now ; but a slight film seemed to be 
 closing over his dark eyes, like the inner lid of 
 an eagle when it gazes upon the sun. 
 
 ' They were the old days, Sir the days of 
 Men when a man's word was enough for any 
 thing, and his trigger-finger settled any doubt. 
 When the Trust that he took from Man, Woman, 
 or Child was never broken. When the tide, 
 Sir, that swept through the Golden Gate came 
 up, as far as Montgomery-street.' 
 
 He did not speak again. But they who 
 stood beside him knew that the tide had once 
 more come up to Montgomery-street, and was 
 carrying Harry Pendleton away with it.
 
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