Rita"s face glowed with excitement. "Oh, Marm Prudence," she cried; "how glorious! Oh, what fortune, what joy, to be here with you! We will work together; we will toil; our blood shall flow in fountains, if it is needed. Embrace me, mother of Cuba!"
Marm Prudence put on her spectacles, and surveyed the excited girl with some anxiety.
"Let me feel your pult, dear!" she said, soothingly. "You got a touch o"
sun, like as not, riding in that heat this morning. Now there"s no call to get worked up, or talk about blood-sheddin". Blood-sheddin" ain"t in our line, yours nor mine, nor husband"s neither. Fur as doin" goes, we"re all _pacificos_ here, Miss Margaritty, and you mustn"t forget that. Just wait a minute, and I"ll go and git you a cup of my balm-tea; "tis real steadyin" to the nerves, and I expect yours is strung up some with all you"ve be"n through."
Rita protested that she was perfectly well, and not at all excited; but she submitted, and drank the balm-tea meekly, as it was cold and refreshing.
"It is my ardent nature!" she explained. "It is the fire of my patriotism which consumes me. Do you not feel it, Marm Prudence, oftentimes, like a flame in your bosom?"
No, Marm Prudence was not aware that she did. Things took folks different, she said, placidly. She had an aunt when she was a little gal, that used to have spasms reg"lar every time she heard the baker"s cart. Some thought she had had hopes of the baker before he married a widow woman, but you couldn"t always account for these things. What a pretty braid Rita was getting!
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""WAS SUCH A HAT EVER SEEN IN PARIS?""]
Indeed, the work suited Rita"s nimble fingers to perfection, and yard after yard of snowy braid rolled over her lap and grew into a pile at her feet. She was eager to make her first hat. After an hour or two of braiding, she discovered that it suited Manuela"s genius better than her own. The basket of splints was turned over to the willing handmaiden, and good-natured Marm Prudence showed Rita how to sew the braids together smooth and flat, and initiated her into the mysteries of crown and brim. In a creditably short s.p.a.ce of time, Rita, with infinite pride, held her first hat aloft, and twirled it round and round on her finger.
"But, it is perfect!" she cried. "The shape, the colour, the air of it.
Manuela, quick! a mirror! hold it for me--so! look!" She took the ribbon from her belt, and began to twist it in one coquettish knot after another about the hat, which she had set on her dark hair.
"Is that _chic_? Is it adorable, I ask you? Was such a hat ever seen in Paris? Never! I wear no other from this day on; hear me swear it! It will become the rage; I will make it so. Or--no! I will keep to myself the secret, and others will die of envy. I name it, Manuela. The Prudencia, for thee, my kind hostess. Why do you laugh?"
Marm Prudence was twinkling in her quiet way. "I was only thinkin"
there"d have to be one soldier boy go without his hat to-morrow!" she said, good-humouredly. "It does look nice on you, though, Miss Margaritty, that"s certin."
Blushing scarlet, Rita tore the hat from her head.
"Ah!" she cried, casting it on the floor. "Wretch, ingrate, _serpent_ that I am! Take away the gla.s.s, girl! take it away; break it into a thousand pieces, to shame my vanity, and never speak to me of hats again. Henceforward I tie a shawl over my head, for the remainder of my life; I have said it."
Much depressed, she worked away in silence, as if her life depended upon it. Manuela, shrugging her shoulders, carried off the gla.s.s, but did not think it necessary to obey the injunction to break it. She was used to her senorita"s outbreaks, and returned placidly to her braiding as if nothing had happened.
The good hostess regarded her pretty visitor with some alarm, mingled with amus.e.m.e.nt and admiration. She might have her hands full, she thought, if she attempted to keep this young lady occupied, and out of mischief. The time when she was asleep was likely to be the most peaceful time in Casa Annunzio. Yet how pretty she was! and what a pleasure it was to hear her speak, something between a bird and a flute.
On the whole, Marm Prudence thought her coming a thing to be thankful for.
Talking with Don Annunzio himself that evening, Rita found him far less guarded than his wife in his expression of patriotic zeal. He echoed her saying, that every Mambi in the country knew where to come when he wanted anything; and he went on to draw lurid pictures of what he would do to the Gringos if he but had the power.
"See, senorita!" he said, in his wheezy, asthmatic voice. "I am powerless, am I not? Already of a certain age, I am afflicted with an accession of flesh; moreover, I am short of breath, owing to this apoplexy of an asthma. Worse than this, my legs, if the senorita can pardon the allusion, refuse now these two years to do their office. With two sticks, I can hobble about the house and garden; without them, behold me a fixture. How, then? When the war breaks out, I go to my General, to General Sevillo, under whom I served in the ten years" war.
I say to him, "Things are thus and thus with me, but still I would serve my country. Give me a horse, and let me ride with you as an orderly."
Alas! it may not be. "Annunzio," he says, "your day of service in the field is over. Stay at home, and help our men when they call upon you.
Thus you can do more good ten-fold than you could do in the saddle."
"_Ohime_! my heart is broken; it is reduced to powder, but what will you? reason, joined to authority,--I am but a simple man, and I obey.
Since then, I sit and whittle splints for my admirable wife. A woman, senorita, to rule a nation! The Gringos pa.s.s by, and see me working at my trade. I greet them civilly, I supply requisitions when backed by authority; again, what will you? I suffer in silence till their back is turned, and my maledictions accompany them along the road. Ah! if none of them had longer life than I wish him, the road would be enc.u.mbered with corpses. Then,--draw your chair nearer, senorita, if you will have the infinite graciousness,--then, at night--it may be this very night--the others come. Hush! yes--the Mambis; the sons of Cuba.
Quietly, by ones, by twos, they appear, dropping from the sky, rising from the earth. Then--ha! then, you shall see. Not a word more, Senorita Margarita! Donna Prudencia is a pearl, an empress among women, but rightly named; she complains that I talk too much on these subjects.
But when one"s heart is in the field, and one"s legs refuse to follow,--again, what would you? No matter! silence is golden! Wait but a little, and you shall see. Who knows? It may be this very night."
Thus Don Annunzio, with many nods and winks, and gestures of dramatic caution. His words fanned the flame of Rita"s zeal, and she longed for one of the promised nocturnal visits. That night and the next she was constantly waking, listening for a whisper, the clank of a chain, the jingle of a spur; but none came, and the nights pa.s.sed as peacefully as the days. The dozen, and more, were completed; and then, in spite of her vow, Rita found time to make one for herself, certainly as pretty a hat as heart could desire. So pretty, Rita thought it a thousand pities that there was no one beside Don Annunzio and Marm Prudence to see her in it. She sighed, and thought of the camp among the hills, of Carlos and the General, and Don Uberto.
One day, soon after noon, Marm Prudence asked Rita if she would like to take a walk with her. Rita a.s.sented eagerly, and put on her pretty hat.
She looked on with surprise as Marm Prudence proceeded to take from a cupboard an ample covered basket, from which protruded the neck of a bottle and some plump red bananas.
"Are we going on a picnic, then?" she asked.
The good woman nodded. "You"ll see, time enough!" she said. "It"s a picnic for somebody, if not for us, Miss Margaritty. Look, dear! is Don Noonsey out in the ro"d there?"
Don Annunzio was out in the road, having made what was quite a journey for him, down the verandah steps, along the garden walk, and across the sunny road. He now stood shading his eyes with his hand, looking this way and that with anxious glances.
At length, "All is quiet!" he said. "The road is clear, and no sign anywhere. Make haste then, _mi alma_, and cross while yet all is safe."
Beckoning to Rita, Marm Prudence slipped out and across the road swiftly, not pausing till she had gained the screen of a thick clump of cacti. Rita kept close to her side, drinking the mystery like wine. They stood for a few moments behind the aloes; then Don Annunzio spoke again.
"All is still perfect, and you may go without fear. Carry my best greetings whither you are going. At the proper hour I will await you here, and signal when return is safe."
Without wasting words, his wife waved her hand, and turning, plunged into the forest, followed by the delighted Rita.
The tangle of underbrush was higher than their heads, but they made their way quickly, and Rita soon saw that a narrow path wound along through the bush, and that the ground under her feet had been trodden many times. The trees towered high above the dense undergrowth, some leafy and branching, others, the palms, tossing their single plume aloft. Open near the wood, the wood grew thicker and thicker, till it stood like a wall on either side of the narrow footpath; the twigs and leaves, broken and crushed here and there, showed, like the path, the traces of frequent pa.s.sage.
Rita was burning with curiosity, yet she would not for worlds have asked a question. They were nearing every moment the heart of the mystery; she would not spoil the dramatic effect by prying into it too soon.
Suddenly, a gleam of sunlight struck through the trees. They were near the end of the wood, then. A few steps more, and she caught her breath, with a low cry of amazement.
A round hollow, dipping deep like a cup, with here and there a great tree standing. On one side, a clear spring flowing from a rocky cleft.
Under one tree, a hammock slung, and in a hammock a man asleep. Thus much Rita saw at the first glance. The next instant the man was on his feet, and the long barrel of his carbine gleamed level at sight.
"_Alto! quien va?_" the challenge rang clear and sharp.
"_Cuba!_" replied Senora Carreno. "For the land"s sake, Mr. Delmonty, don"t start a person like that. You"d oughter know my sunbunnit by this time."
The young man had already lowered his weapon, and showed a laughing face of apology as he lifted his broad-brimmed hat.
"I beg your pardon, Donna Prudencia," he said. "I was asleep, and dreaming; not of angels!" he added, as he made another low bow, which included Rita in its sweep of respectful courtesy.
He spoke English like an Anglo-Saxon, without trace of accent or hesitation. His hair and complexion were brown, but a pair of bright blue eyes lightened his face in an extraordinary manner.
Who might this be?
"Mr. Delmonty, let me make ye acquainted with Miss Margaritty Montfort!"
said Senora Carreno, with some ceremony. "Miss Montfort is stoppin" with us for a spell. Both of you bein" half Yankee, I judged you might be pleased to meet up with each other."
Rita bowed with her most queenly air; then relaxed, as she met the merry glance of the blue eyes.
"Are you?" she said. "I am very glad--but your name is Spanish."
"My father was a Cuban," said the young man; "my mother is American. She was a Russell of Claxton." He paused a moment, as if inviting comment; but Rita, brought up in Cuba, knew nothing of the Russells of Claxton, a famous family.
"I"ve been in the North most of the time since I was a little shaver,"
he went on, "at school and college; came down here last year, when things seemed to be brewing. Have you been much in Boston, Miss Montfort? We might have some acquaintances in common."
Rita shook her head, and told him of her one summer in the North. "I hope to go again," she said, "when our country is free. When Cuba has no longer need of her daughters, as well as her sons, I shall gladly return to that fair northern country."