Old Creole Days eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 263 pages of information about Old Creole Days.

Old Creole Days eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 263 pages of information about Old Creole Days.

Pauline was in a great tremor.  She made as if she would have opened the door and fled, but the Irishman gave a gesture of earnest protest and re-assurance.  The re-opened door might make the back parlor of the Cafe des Exiles a scene of blood.  Thinking of this, what could she do?  She staid.

“You goth a heap-a thro-vle, Senor,” said Manuel Mazaro, taking the seat so lately vacated.  He had patted M. D’Hemecourt tenderly on the back and the old gentleman had flinched; hence the remark, to which there was no reply.

“Was a bee crowth a’ the Cafe the Refugies,” continued the young man.

“Bud, w’ere dad Madjor Shaughnessy?” demanded M. D’Hemecourt, with the little sternness he could command.

“Mayor Shaughness’—­yez-a; was there; boat-a,” with a disparaging smile and shake of the head, “he woon-a come-a to you.  Senor, oh’ no.”

The old man smiled bitterly.

Non?” he asked.

“Oh, no, Senor!” Mazaro drew his chair closer.  “Senor;” he paused,—­“eez a-vary bath-a fore-a you thaughter, eh?”

“W’at?” asked the host, snapping like a tormented dog.

“D-theze talkin’ ’bou’,” answered the young man; “d-theze coffee-howces noth a goo’ plaze-a fore hore, eh?”

The Irishman and the maiden looked into each other’s eyes an instant, as people will do when listening; but Pauline’s immediately fell, and when Mazaro’s words were understood, her blushes became visible even by moonlight.

“He’s r-right!” emphatically whispered Galahad.

She attempted to draw back a step, but found herself against the shelves.  M. D’Hemecourt had not answered.  Mazaro spoke again.

“Boat-a you canno’ help-a, eh?  I know, ‘out-a she gettin’ marry, eh?”

Pauline trembled.  Her father summoned all his force and rose as if to ask his questioner to leave him; but the handsome Cuban motioned him down with a gesture that seemed to beg for only a moment more.

“Senor, if a-was one man whath lo-va you’ thaughter, all is possiblee to lo-va.”

Pauline, nervously braiding some bits of wire which she had unconsciously taken from a shelf, glanced up—­against her will,—­into the eyes of Galahad.  They were looking so steadily down upon her that with a great leap of the heart for joy she closed her own and half turned away.  But Mazaro had not ceased.

“All is possiblee to lo-va, Senor, you shouth-a let marry hore an’ tak’n ’way frone d’these plaze, Senor.”

“Manuel Mazaro,” said M. D’Hemecourt, again rising, “you ’ave say enough.”

“No, no, Senor; no, no; I want tell-a you—­is a-one man—­whath lo-va you’ thaughter; an’ I knowce him!”

Was there no cause for quarrel, after all?  Could it be that Mazaro was about to speak for Galahad?  The old man asked in his simplicity: 

“Madjor Shaughnessy?”

Mazaro smiled mockingly.

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