Catching Sight Of Me
They Threw Me A "Good Morning" And Galloped On, Laughing Gaily At The
Unexpected Encounter.
I thought that in her white dress, with the hot
sun shining on her, her face flushed with excitement, on her big
spirited horse, she looked splendid that morning.
But she gave herself too freely to her lover, and by and by there was
a difference, and he rode away to return no more. It was hard for her
then to face her neighbours, and eventually she went away with her
mother to live at the new estancia; but even now at this distance of
time it is a pain to remember her when her image comes back to my mind
as I saw her on that chance visit to La Paja Brava.
Every evening during my stay, after mate had been served and there was
a long vacant interval before night, she would go out from the gate to
a distance of fifty or sixty yards, where an old log was lying on a
piece of waste ground overgrown with nettles, burdock, and redweed,
now dead and brown, and sitting on the log, her chin resting on her
hand, she would fix her eyes on the dusty road half a mile away, and
motionless in that dejected attitude she would remain for about an
hour. When you looked closely at her you could see her lips moving,
and if you came quite near her you could hear her talking in a very
low voice, but she would not lift her gaze from the road nor seem to
be aware of your presence.
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