"And I for Ramon? How sad that would be, eh?"
"Really, now, couldn"t you bring yourself to marry a chap who wasn"t aristocratic, rich, and handsome? You know that"s a tough combination. Most aristocratic people are poor, and the rich ones have dyspepsia."
"Oh no! I am quite certain."
"Suppose I should show you a family tree that you couldn"t throw a stone over?"
"It would not do at all. I am so extravagant."
"I fully intend to be rich, some time."
"But you are not handsome, senor." Her eyes travelled over him with a mischievous twinkle. "You are too beeg."
"I"m very durable; I"d last a long time."
She shook her dark head decisively, and he saw the lights that rippled in her profuse crown of hair.
"You are too different, you disregard our customs, you are bold.
You continue to come here against my wishes, which no Spanish gentleman would dare to do."
"Oh, I"m no Spanish gentleman. I"m just an emotional blond; but I"m bound to marry you."
"If one of my countrymen found me so indiscreet as to talk with him alone like this, he would go away and never come back. I am amazed at you, senor. Have you no pride?"
"Not a bit; and now that I have met all your objections, let"s arrange the details. Shall it be a church wedding?"
She laughed deliciously. "What a nice game it is we have played!
But now I must talk seriously."
"You witch!" he breathed. "Do you think I could ever give you up?"
She checked him gravely. "Truly, it was just a game--and yet it was not altogether so, either. But here is what I came to say. The strangest thing has happened-not until last night after the opera did I even dream of it, and-even now I cannot believe. Oh, I am so proud!"
"More bad news for me, I suppose."
"Yes. But such good news for me that I am sure you will be glad."
Timidly he reached out and touched a fold of her white dress. She seemed to be slipping from him. "Coming home from the theatre my father told me-oh, the most wonderful thing! He said-but how shall I speak of such a secret?"
"Evidently you don"t intend to."
"I promised very faithfully not to tell, so-he is to be the next President of Panama."
"Pres--" Anthony stared at her in frank amazement. "Why, I thought old man Alfarez--"
"It seems your country does not like him because he hates Americans-see? This is the work of that Mr. Cortlandt. Think! Is it not wonderful? Now that you know the truth, you must see at once that by no means could I marry to a person like you."
"Why not?"
"Ohe! Don"t you understand? I shall be the finest lady in the Republic. All men will adore me. I will have suitors-not one or two as now, but many. I will be "the beautiful Senorita Garavel,"
for all the great people are beautiful. I shall be proud, also, and I shall not even speak to Yankees any more. My father will be the most famous man of all the Republic-perhaps in the whole world, I don"t know."
"I don"t think it will make any difference with him when he knows who I am."
"Then you also are a great man, eh?" She hitched herself about, to face him more squarely. "That is truly interesting. He would scarcely wish a railroad conductor to address the daughter of President Garavel."
"Oh, I"ve been promoted since I was out here last. Anyhow, I guess my dad is pretty nearly as good as anybody in Panama."
"He is, then, of blue blood?"
"No! Red."
"Oh, but a gentleman!"
"He is now. He used to be a brakeman."
"You appear to be-proud of such a thing! How strange! My father"s blood runs back to the conquistadors; even in the earliest books one finds Garavels. They were conquerors, they ruled this country and all these people."
"That"s something to be proud of, but it isn"t everything. High- bred horses run well, but they can"t pull. It"s the old farm nag that delivers the merchandise. But I"ll tackle your father, and I"ll promise to vote for him."
"You are very fonny." She gazed at him seriously, one tiny foot curled under her, her chin nestling into her palm.
"Do you love me?"
"Not one single speck. I merely like you to make love at me and cause my heart to jomp! But that is not fair to you, is it?-since you can have no hope."
The little hypocrite continued to voice words of warning and denial, though her eyes invited him, and for a long time they continued this delightful play of pleading and evasion. But at last Chiquita jumped up with a great appearance of alarm.
"Heavens! the time," she cried. "I have stayed too long by much.
Stephanie will miss me."
He rose and stretched out his hand as if to hold her.
"Shall I come again to-morrow?"
She grew suddenly earnest.
"No, no, senor. That is something you should not ask. If ever we are to meet again, it must be with my father"s consent. Please! Do not urge, for truly I would have to refuse." She let her palm rest in his an instant, and her cheek went scarlet as he pressed it to his lips. Then she said: "Go, Mr. Brazen One. How greatly it surprised me to find you here I cannot say. It gave me such a start! And, Senor Antonio--my father may be found any day at his bank." Before he could detain her she was gone, flitting up the path with just one flashing smile of mischief over her shoulder.
Anthony went home with his head in the clouds. All his doubts were now at rest; for while Chiquita had stubbornly denied him all encouragement, he felt sure that her heart had answered. It was in the highest spirits, therefore, that he opened a letter he found awaiting him, and read as follows:
DEAR KIRK,--I hope you are heartily sick of yourself and ready to do something decent for a change. Knowing your aristocratic habits as I do, I realize you must owe a lot of money by this time, and your new friends must be getting tired of you. I have been expecting you to draw on me daily, and am taking this occasion to warn you in your own expensively acquired college English that "THERE IS NOTHING DOING"--except upon one condition. If you will agree to behave yourself in future, I will pay your debts, send you West, and give you a job as operator at forty dollars a month.
BUT--you will go where I send you, and you will stay where you are put. I will do the thinking for both of us and judge of your a.s.sociates. Maybe if you prove to be any good at all, I will arrange with the police to let you spend your vacations in "that dear New York," which still shows signs of your red--paint brush.
I would be pleased to have an apology by return mail, so that I may meet you in New Orleans and start you off once more on the road to decency and self-respect. You will never be a success at anything, but I am always ready to do my duty. This is my last offer, and if you refuse you may distinctly and definitely go to the devil. As ever,
Your loving father, DARWIN K. ANTHONY.
P.S.--I can get GOOD operators for thirty dollars a month. The extra ten dollars is pure sentiment.