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His eyes rested on Rico's fingers as he played, then on his sparkling eyes, and again on his hands. When the air was finished, he said, "Come here to me, Rico;" and, moving his chair into the light, he placed the lad directly before him. "Now I have something to say to you.
Rico's stories and remarks about his friend Stineli had taken firm possession of the mind of the over-sensitive child; and he believed that nothing would hurt him again, if she were only by his side. So Silvio went on day after day in increasing distress; and his mother did not know where to turn for counsel and support. In all this trouble and uncertainty it was a real comfort to Mrs.
That is the case with ninety-nine hundredths of Porto Rico's exports to us, sugar and molasses comprising 85 per cent., with coffee coming next, and it is also true of over three-fifths of our exports to Porto Rico, among which breadstuffs and meat foods are prominent.
Now Silvio crept forth, for he had the priest in great respect now that he was so close to him. He stretched out his little thin hand in greeting, and said, "Rico's Stineli, I mean." His mother now interposed with the explanation, for the father shook his head very doubtfully as he seated himself by the bedside.
"And the lambkins, and the lambkins," and laughed so extravagantly all the time that they drowned the sound of Rico's fiddle completely. And then one of them would take up the words and sing alone, "And if they forgot it, It hurt not a bit." And then the others joined in, and sang as loudly as possible, "And the lambkins, and the lambkins." And so they went on for a long time.
After the dancing they wanted their Peschiera song, with Rico's accompaniment; and even if there seemed to be a deal of noise all the early part of the evening, now, in truth, it had really just begun; and they became so excited that little quiet Rico was frightened, and thought they would end by killing each other certainly. But it was all in friendly wise.
She thrust her things back into the chest which she was arranging, every thing in again, pell-mell, and ran quickly to the bedside. At that moment Rico walked boldly into the room, and the good woman almost fell over backward in her surprise and delight; for until that very instant she had secretly been a prey to the darkest fears, always believing that Rico's adventure would cost him his life.
You may tell your father I will do any thing he wishes, if he will only let you come back soon." Rico said nothing at all. And Stineli went off; and day after day it seemed as if a big black cloud lay over the household, and as if the very sun outside had ceased to shine. And so it went on from November to Easter, when everybody was rejoicing; but it was still sad in Rico's house.
Stineli made very big eyes while her friend was talking: she had not lost one word of his history. Her heart was as if on fire with joy. To go to Rico's beautiful lake with him, to live with Mrs. Menotti and her sick son, who was so anxious for her to come, that would be happiness indeed! There was a long silence after this. Stineli's father never decided hastily.
Having accomplished this, he put spurs to his horse, and, galloping up to the front of the stand, he bent gracefully forward, and deposited the trophy at the feet of Catalina de Cruces! A murmur of surprise ran through the crowd, and sharp censure followed fast. What! a cibolero, a poor devil, of whom nothing was known, aspire to the smiles of a rico's daughter? It was not a compliment.
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