Part 11 (1/2)
The shop and stock-in-trade were hers, not his, and she ruled him and the whole place.
”Mariquita!” she called again and again, till at length, overflowing with pa.s.sion, she rushed from behind the counter into the premises at the back of the shop.
She entered a small but well-lighted room, communicating with a few square feet of garden. At the end was a low fence; beyond this the roadway intervening between the garden and the Line wall, or seaward fortifications.
La Zandunga looked hastily round the room. It contained half-a-dozen small low tables, drawn near the window and open door, and at these sat a posse of girls, busy with deft, nimble fingers, making cigarettes and cigars. These workpeople were under the immediate control of Mariquita, the mistress's niece. She was popular with them, evidently, for no one would answer when La Zandunga shrieked out an angry inquiry to each.
No answer was needed. There was Mariquita at the end of the garden, gossiping across the fence with young Sergeant McKay.
It was quite an accident, of course. The serjeant, returning to his quarters from Waterport, had seen Mariquita within, and made her a signal she could not mistake.
”I knew you would come out,” he said, pleasantly, when she appeared, shy and shrinking, yet with a glad light in her eyes.
”_Vaya!_ what conceit! I was seeking a flower in the garden,” she answered demurely; but her low voice and heightened colour plainly showed that she was ready to come to him whenever he called--to follow him, indeed, all over the world.
She spoke in Spanish, with its high-flown epithets and exaggerated metaphor, a language in which Stanislas McKay, from his natural apt.i.tude and this charming tutors.h.i.+p, had made excellent progress.
”My life, my jewel, my pearl!” he cried.
A pearl, indeed, incomparable and above price for all who could appreciate the charms and graces of bright blooming girlhood.
Mariquita Hidalgo was still in her teens--a woman full grown, but with the frank, innocent face of a child. A slender figure, tall, but well-rounded and beautifully poised, having the free, elastic movement of her Spanish ancestors, whose women are the best walkers in the world. She had, too, the olive complexion as clear and transparent as wax, the full crimson lips, the magnificent eyes, dark and l.u.s.trous, the indices of an ardent temperament capable of the deepest pa.s.sion, the strongest love, or fiercest hate.
A very gracious figure indeed was this splendid specimen of a handsome race, as she stood there coyly talking to the man of her choice.
The contrast was strongly marked between them. She, with raven hair, dark skin, and soft brown eyes, was a perfect Southern brunette: quick, impatient, impulsive, easily moved. He, fresh-coloured, blue-eyed, with flaxen moustache, stalwart in frame, self-possessed, reserved, almost cold and impa.s.sive in demeanour, was as excellent a type of a native of the North.
”What brings you this way, Senor don Sargento, at this time of day?”
said Mariquita. ”Was it to see me? It was unwise, indiscreet; my aunt--”
”I have been on duty at Waterport,” replied McKay, with a rather ungallant frankness that made Mariquita pout.
”It is plain I am only second in your thoughts. Duty--always duty. Why did not you come last night to the Alameda when the band played?”
”I could not, star of my soul! I was on guard.”
”Did I not say so?--duty again! And to-morrow? It is Sunday; you promised to take me to Europa to see the great cave. Is that, too, impossible?”
McKay shook his head laughingly, and said--
”You must not be angry with me, Mariquita; our visit to Europa must be deferred; I am on duty every day. They have made me orderly--”
”I do not believe you,” interrupted the girl, pettishly. ”Go about your business! Do not trouble to come here again, Don Stanislas.
Benito will take me where I want to go.”
”I will break Benito's head whenever I catch him in your company,”
said the young serjeant, with so much energy that Mariquita was obliged to laugh. ”Come, dearest, be more reasonable. It is not my fault, you know; I am never happy away from your side. But, remember, I am a soldier, and must obey the orders I receive.”