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He hoped to marry Rita at once with her mother's consent; but if he could not have that, he would wait until the girl was eighteen, when she could legally choose for herself. Out of his confidence came calmness, and he asked, "Why shall not Rita be my wife? She shall want for nothing, and I will try to make her happy. Why do you object?" "Because because I do," returned Mrs. Bays.
"Why, Rita, why did you not want it to happen " he feared to say "then," and it would seem from the new position of his arm, he also feared she might fall backward off the log. "Because because," came in soft whispers.
It cannot fail to increase both your admiration and your respect, for this youthful devotee at the shrine of love. "When Gilbert was ten years old, while attending school at St. Louis, he became acquainted with Rita Estelle Ringwood. She was in many ways a remarkable girl; only two months younger than Gilbert.
Rita gladly consented to comply with his request, since she was certain heart trouble would ensue, with probably fatal results, should her mother learn that she had refused the young man with the true religious nature.
The General was already among them. Carlos and the other officers came running, buckling their sword-belts, rubbing their eyes. "Where are they?" all were asking in excited whispers. "Who saw them? Is it another nightmare of Pepe's?" "No! no!" murmured Rita. "I saw them, I tell you! I saw their faces in the moonlight. I went to get some water. They are climbing up the cliff.
Williams, I beg you will not " cried Rita, endeavoring to withdraw her hand. "You shall listen to me," he cried, half in anger, half pleadingly. "I have loved you as tenderly and unselfishly as woman ever was loved, since I first knew you. I know I am not worthy of you, but I am the equal of any other man, and you shall treat me fairly."
And, I might win Joe for Rita, and make her happy. In the very spirit of my defiance, I was calling up forces to work and fight for me, forces that faint-heartedness and fear could never have conjured to their aid. On, on I battled, going with the rush, holding back a little, and easing out, and out, all the time toward the Rock.
"No, lamb, not yet an angel, only a noble lady on the road to heaven. See, señorita! he was pretty, while his cheeks were round and full. Still, his eyes are pretty, are they not?" "They are lovely! he is a darling!" cried Rita; and she took the child in her arms, and bent over him to hide the tears. Was this truly Rita Montfort?
"I wish you'd stick to your novels and let me attend to my own affairs," cried Margaret, pale with fury. "Is he gone?" "I left Williams attending to it. Surely, Rita " But Margaret had flung the door open and was darting down the stairs. "Where is he?" she demanded fiercely of Williams, still in the drawing-room doorway. "In the garden, ma'am," said Williams. "He didn't pay no attention."
With evident intent to crowd the battle upon a wavering foe, the tears came fast and furious. "Promise me," sobbed Rita; and I know you will love Dic better when I tell you that he promised. Then the girl's face came up, and, I grieve to say, the tears, having served their purpose, ceased at once. Next morning Dic went to see Billy Little and told him he had come to have a talk.
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