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Her life went out with the life she gave my daughter. Oh, Ann, Ann, why are you not with me now when I need you most. After all what is this mortal tegument but a shell which a man sloughs off in eternal evolution. Outside, the moon is very bright upon the lake. The "Mulberry Moon," Nanca called it, and loved its light. It shines in at her window now, but she can not see it.
After the birth of his daughter, a tiny little elf whom Nanca has named "Red-winged Blackbird," he tried to run away, and the Indians killed him. Red-winged Blackbird! Keela then was the child of the artist! The old Spaniard in his gruff and haughty way has been kind to Grant and me. He's not well some obscure cardiac trouble from which he suffers at times most horribly.
Citizen Fusilier drew out a pair of spectacles, looked over his junior's shoulder, read aloud, "Aurore De G. Nanca ," and uttered an imprecation. "Do not speak to me!" he thundered; "do not approach me! she did it maliciously!" "Sir!" began Frowenfeld. But the old man uttered another tremendous malediction and hurried into the street and away. "Let him pass," said the other Creole calmly.
Here was the communistic organization of which this aristocratic young socialist had dreamed tribal ownership of lands, coöperative equality of men and women no jails, no poor-houses, no bolts or bars or locks honorable old age and perfect moral order without law. What wonder that he lingered? Now that he is divorced from Nanca he wanders about from tribe to tribe. I'd like to see him.
Nanca's grief was wild and terrible. Her wailing dirge was all Indian, yet immediately she cried out that the Indian way of life for her was impossible without her father. She begged me to take her away. And yet Oh, Ann, Ann! How could I take that other man's child? We left her outside the old chief's wigwam. Much as I have scoffed at marriage, I have married Nanca. Grant insisted.
Young as she is, this Nanca of whom I have written so much to you, has, they tell me, had a most romantic history. With her beauty it was of course, inevitable. Men are fools. At eighteen, urged into proud revolt against her Seminole suitors by her father, who for all his singular way of life can not forget his white heritage, she married a young foreigner who came into the Glades hunting.
At Batavia, however, they never exceed the size of a large melon, which in shape they very much resemble: They are covered with angular prickles, like the shootings of some crystals, which however are not hard enough to wound those who handle them. Champada. This differs from the Nanca in little except size, it not being so big. . Rambutan. This is a fruit little known to Europeans.
He told Dad that Nanca had not been married to the artist that she was a mother and not a wife and Dad believed it. I told him patiently enough that there is no ceremony among the Seminoles that the man goes forth to the home of the girl at the setting of the sun, and that he is then as legally her husband as if all the courts in Christendom had tied the knot. Dad can not see it.
Ann, because the moon is so bright to-night because the name of the moon goddess bears within it your name let the name of my poor, motherless little girl be Diane. Nanca called her "Little Red-winged Blackbird!" I believe at the end she was thinking of the little girl we left in the Indian village. They are very much alike. Poor Nanca! The writing broke off with a wild scrawl.
He was a little bitter. I do not know what makes him so. I have seen Dad. We quarreled bitterly. Agatha was there with him. I can hardly write what followed. By some God-forsaken twist of Fate, a jealous, sullen-eyed young Indian who had loved Nanca and had been spurned by her father, followed us relentlessly from the Glades to St. Augustine.
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