She faltered, her breath caught. "Please! My father is looking.
Ramon--"
"Have you agreed to marry him?"
"Yes! No no! Oh, I have prayed to the Virgin every hour. I cannot, and yet I must. See! I cannot waltz, senor, I have s-stepped upon you. Take me back to my seat."
For answer he pressed her closer to his breast, holding her up without effort. The incense from her hair was robbing him of his wits, his old wild desire to pick her up and carry her away swept over him.
"Don"t--esqueeze--me--so!" she exclaimed. "I cannot hold back--the tears. I am so unhappy. If I could die quickly--now."
"Let us go out on the porch."
"No, no! We must remain in my father"s sight. Will you take me to my seat?"
"No, I want you to listen carefully to what I"m going to say." He spoke low and earnestly. "Try to show nothing in your face, for they are watching us." Seeing her more composed and attentive, he went on:
"Don"t stop dancing now, when I tell you. Chiquita dear, you must marry me, to-night, right away! I have arranged everything. No, don"t look up at me until I have finished. Try to smile. I"ve planned it all out and everything is in readiness. I have a room just around the corner of the veranda; there"s a judge waiting for us, and Runnels and his wife--"
"You are mad!" she gasped.
"No, no. We"ll slip through one of the French windows, and we"ll be back again before they miss us. n.o.body will know. I tell you they"re waiting. If we are missed they"ll think--it doesn"t matter what they think, you"ll be my wife, and Ramon can"t marry you then. We"ll say nothing about it until your father is elected President."
"Senor, one cannot be married in a moment. I am Catholic--the banns--"
"I"ve thought of all that, but a civil marriage is binding. We"ll have the religious ceremony afterward; meanwhile this will stop Ramon, at least. I promise not to see you again until you send for me, until your father"s hopes are realized. You may wait as long as you wish, and n.o.body will know. They tricked you, Chiquita dear; I can"t explain, but it wasn"t all politics, by any means.
Oh, girl! Don"t you understand, I love you--love you? It"s our only chance." The words were tumbling from his lips incoherently; he was pleading as if for his life, while she clung to him to support herself. Through it all their feet moved rhythmically, their bodies swayed to the cadences of the waltz as they circled the ballroom. He guided her among the other whirling figures, under the very eyes of her father and her fiance, while more than one of the onlookers commented upon the handsome appearance of these young people, the one so stalwart and blond and Northern, the other so chic and dark and tropical.
He knew it was her lifelong loyalty, her traditional sense of obedience, that made her hesitate.
"It was treachery to both of us," he urged; "they imposed upon your father, but when he has won he"ll forgive us. I know what I"m saying; Mrs. Cortlandt told me to-night."
"Mother of G.o.d!" she exclaimed, faintly. "Is it that I am dreaming?"
"They are waiting for us; the dance is half over already. I love you--better than all the world. Do you remember two nights ago?
You kissed me then, and--I--I can"t live without you. We"ll go away together, you and I, through all the world--just we two." She trembled against him. "Quick!" he cried in her ear. "We"re coming to the spot. They can"t see us now. If you feel weak, hold to my arm until we are outside."
She gave a hysterical, choking sob that was half a sigh; then her eyes flashed upward to his--they were wide and bright and shining-- her lips were parted, her body was lithe and full of life. She slipped from his embrace, whispering:
"Yes, yes! Quickly, senor!" And the next instant they were out upon the wide gallery with the dance behind them. "Hurree, hurree!
Or they will follow."
Together they fled along the north wing of the hotel; the girl was panting, with one hand held to her bare throat; but there was no need for him to help her, for she ran like a fawn.
"Here!" He swung her around the corner and rapped sharply at a door.
"Quickly! Quickly!" she moaned. "For the love of--"
With terrific force the door was fairly jerked from its hinges and slammed to behind them. The next moment Allan"s big body was leaning against it, as if the wall were about to fall inward upon him. Runnels leaped forward with an exclamation, his wife stood staring, her face as white as snow. With them was the genial gray- haired judge from Colon, whom Kirk had met at the Wayfarers Club on the night of his arrival.
"You made it!" Runnels cried, triumphantly.
"Miss Garavel!" his wife echoed. "Thank Heaven you came!"
"Quick, the music will stop! Judge, this is Miss Garavel--you must marry us just as fast as you can."
"I presume you consent?" the judge asked, with a smile at the girl.
"I--I want to be happy," she said, simply. Her bosom was heaving, her pansy eyes were fastened upon the magistrate with a look of pleading that drove the smile from his lips. She clung to Anthony"s arm as if she feared these strangers might tear him away.
"You understand, Judge, she"s of age; so am I. They want to force her to marry a man she doesn"t--"
The m.u.f.fled strains of music ceased. There came the faint clapping of hands.
"Madre de Dios!" Miss Garavel cried. "We are too late." She beat her little palms together in desperation.
There was a breathless interval. Then the music began again, and to its throbbing measures the marriage ceremony was performed. As the last word was p.r.o.nounced, Mrs. Runnels burst into tears and hid her face against her husband"s breast. Runnels himself held forth a shaking hand to Kirk, then patted the bride clumsily upon her shoulder.
"I know you will be happy now, Mrs. Anthony," he said.
With an incoherent cry of delight, Kirk folded his wife in his arms, and she kissed him before them all.
"Senor, I will love you always," she said, shyly.
During the progress of this scene, Allan Allan of Jamaica had stood frozen with amazement, a door-k.n.o.b wedged firmly into the small of his back, his eyes distended and rolling; but when Mrs.
Runnels collapsed, as at a signal he too dissolved in tears.
"Oh, glory to G.o.d, boss," he sobbed, "you is a beautiful bridegroom!"
"Come, we must get back, the music has stopped again." Kirk turned to the judge. "Nothing is to be said until Miss Gar--Mrs. Anthony gives the word; you understand? I can"t thank you all half enough.
Now, Allan, see if the coast is clear, quickly!" He was still in a panic, for there yet remained a chance of discovery and ruin. One more instant of suspense, then the two stepped out; the door closed softly behind them and they strolled around the corner of the north wing and into the crowd. It had all happened so quickly that even yet they were dazed and disbelieving.
"My wife!" Kirk whispered, while a tremendous rush of emotion swept over him. She trembled in answer like a wind-shaken leaf.
"You"re mine, Chiquita! They can"t take you away." His voice broke.
"I am still dreaming. What have I done? Oh-h--they will know; in my face they will read the truth. But I do not care. Is--it indeed true?"
They were at the entrance to the ballroom now, through which they had come a few minutes before, and, pausing, she gave him a half- serious, half-timid glance.
"Senor, I do not know if some time you will be sorry for this action, but I shall never cease loving you. I prayed hourly to the Blessed Virgin, and she heard. Now, I shall perish until you come."
"When you give me leave; through steel and stone, through fire and water."
"Quick, for the one more time, call me--that--" She hesitated, blushing vividly. "I will hear it in my dreams."
"My wife!" he whispered, tenderly.
"Ho! Chiquita mia!" her father cried, as they came to him. "There you are then. I have missed you." His eyes smouldered as he gazed suspiciously at Kirk.
"Ah, but I was too warm," she said, easily. "Yonder by the door we have been standing in the night breeze. And where is Ramon?"