Rodman the Keeper Part 24
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I tried several times to paint Felipa during these first weeks, but those eyes of hers always evaded me. They were, as I have said before, yellow--that is, they were brown with yellow lights--and they stared at you with the most inflexible openness. The child had the full-curved, half-open mouth of the tropics, and a low Greek forehead. "Why isn't she pretty?" I said.
"She is hideous," replied Christine; "look at her elbows."
Now Felipa's arms _were_ unpleasant: they were brown and lean, scratched and stained, and they terminated in a pair of determined little paws that could hold on like grim Death. I shall never forget coming upon a tableau one day out on the barren--a little Florida cow and Felipa, she holding on by the horns, and the beast with its small fore feet stubbornly set in the sand; girl pulling one way, cow the other; both silent and determined. It was a hard contest, but the girl won.
"And if you pa.s.s over her elbows, there are her feet," continued Christine languidly. For she was a sybaritic lover of the fine linens of life, that friend of mine--a pre-Raphaelite lady with clinging draperies and a mediaeval clasp on her belt. Her whole being rebelled against ugliness, and the mere sight of a sharp-nosed, light-eyed woman on a cold day made her uncomfortable.
"Have we not feet too?" I replied sharply.
But I knew what she meant. Bare feet are not pleasant to the eye nowadays, whatever they may have been in the days of the ancient Greeks; and Felipa's little brown insteps were half the time torn or bruised by the thorns of the chaparral. Besides, there was always the disagreeable idea that she might step upon something cold and squirming when she prowled through the thickets knee-deep in the matted gra.s.ses. Snakes abounded, although we never saw them; but Felipa went up to their very doors, as it were, and rang the bell defiantly.
One day old Grandfather Bartolo took the child with him down to the coast: she was always wild to go to the beach, where she could gather sh.e.l.ls and sea-beans, and chase the little ocean-birds that ran along close to the waves with that swift gliding motion of theirs, and where she could listen to the roar of the breakers. We were several miles up the salt-marsh, and to go down to the ocean was quite a voyage to Felipa. She bade us good-by joyously; then ran back to hug Christine a second time, then to the boat again; then back.
"I thought you wanted to go, child?" I said, a little impatiently; for I was reading aloud, and these small irruptions were disturbing.
"Yes," said Felipa, "I want to go; and still--Perhaps if the gracious senora would kiss me again--"
Christine only patted her cheek and told her to run away: she obeyed, but there was a wistful look in her eyes, and, even after the boat had started, her face, watching us from the stem, haunted me.
"Now that the little monkey has gone, I may be able at last to catch and fix a likeness of her," I said; "in this case a recollection is better than the changing quicksilver reality."
"You take it as a study of ugliness?"
"Do not be hard upon the child, Christine."
"Hard? Why, she adores me," said my friend, going off to her hammock under the tree.
Several days pa.s.sed, and the boat returned not. I accomplished a fine amount of work, and Christine a fine amount of swinging in the hammock and dreaming. At length one afternoon I gave my final touch, and carried my sketch over to the pre-Raphaelite lady for criticism. "What do you see?" I said.
"I see a wild-looking child with yellow eyes, a mat of curly black hair, a lank little bodice, her two thin brown arms embracing a gaunt old dog with crooked legs, big feet, and turned-in toes."
"Is that all?"
"All."
"You do not see latent beauty, courage, and a possible great gulf of love in that poor wild little face?"
"Nothing of the kind," replied Christine decidedly. "I see an ugly little girl; that is all."
The next day the boat returned, and brought back five persons, the old grandfather, Felipa, Drollo, Miguel of the island, and--Edward Bowne.
"Already?" I said.
"Tired of the Madre, Kitty; thought I would come up here and see you for a while. I knew you must be pining for me."
"Certainly," I replied; "do you not see how I have wasted away?"
He drew my arm through his and raced me down the plank-walk toward the sh.o.r.e, where I arrived laughing and out of breath.
"Where is Christine?" he asked.
I came back into the traces at once. "Over there in the hammock. You wish to go to the house first, I suppose?"
"Of course not."
"But she did not come to meet you, Edward, although she knew you had landed."
"Of course not, also."
"I do not understand you two."
"And of course not, a third time," said Edward, looking down at me with a smile. "What do peaceful little artists know about war?"
"Is it war?"
"Something very like it, Kitty. What is that you are carrying?"
"Oh! my new sketch. What do you think of it?"
"Good, very good. Some little girl about here, I suppose?"
"Why, it is Felipa!"
"And who is Felipa? Seems to me I have seen that old dog, though."
"Of course you have; he was in the boat with you, and so was Felipa; but she was dressed in boy's clothes, and that gives her a different look."
"Oh! that boy? I remember him. His name is Philip. He is a funny little fellow," said Edward calmly.
"Her name is Felipa, and she is not a boy or a funny little fellow at all," I replied.
"Isn't she? I thought she was both," replied Ned carelessly; and then he went off toward the hammock. I turned away, after noting Christine's cool greeting, and went back to the boat.
Felipa came bounding to meet me. "What is his name?" she demanded.
"Bowne."
"Buon--Buona; I can not say it."
"Bowne, child--Edward Bowne."
"Oh! Eduardo; I know that. Eduardo--Eduardo--a name of honey."
She flew off singing the name, followed by Drollo carrying his mistress's palmetto basket in his big patient mouth; but when I pa.s.sed the house a few moments afterward she was singing, or rather talking volubly of, another name--"Miguel," and "the wife of Miguel," who were apparently important personages on the canvas of her life. As it happened, I never really saw that wife of Miguel, who seemingly had no name of her own; but I imagined her. She lived on a sand-bar in the ocean not far from the mouth of our salt-marsh; she drove pelicans like ducks with a long switch, and she had a tame eagle; she had an old horse also, who dragged the driftwood across the sand on a sledge, and this old horse seemed like a giant horse always, outlined as he was against the flat bar and the sky. She went out at dawn, and she went out at sunset, but during the middle of the burning day she sat at home and polished sea-beans, for which she obtained untold sums; she was very tall, she was very yellow, and she had but one eye. These items, one by one, had been dropped by Felipa at various times, and it was with curiosity that I gazed upon the original Miguel, the possessor of this remarkable spouse. He was a grave-eyed, yellow man, who said little and thought less, applying _cui bono?_ to mental much as the city man applies it to bodily exertion, and therefore achieving, I think, a finer degree of inanition. The tame eagle, the pelicans, were nothing to him; and, when I saw his lethargic, gentle countenance, my own curiosity about them seemed to die away in haze, as though I had breathed in an invisible opiate. He came, he went, and that was all; exit Miguel.
Felipa was constantly with us now. She and Drollo followed the three of us wherever we went--followed the two also whenever I staid behind to sketch, as I often staid, for in those days I was trying to catch the secret of the salt-marsh; a hopeless effort--I know it now. "Stay with me, Felipa," I said; for it was natural to suppose that the lovers might like to be alone. (I call them lovers for want of a better name, but they were more like haters; however, in such cases it is nearly the same thing.) And then Christine, hearing this, would immediately call "Felipa!" and the child would dart after them, happy as a bird. She wore her boy's suit now all the time, because the senora had said she "looked well in it." What the senora really said was, that in boy's clothes she looked less like a gra.s.shopper. But this had been translated as above by Edward Bowne when Felipa suddenly descended upon him one day and demanded to be instantly told what the gracious lady was saying about her; for she seemed to know by intuition when we spoke of her, although we talked in English and mentioned no names. When told, her small face beamed, and she kissed Christine's hand joyfully and bounded away.
Christine took out her handkerchief and wiped the spot.
"Christine," I said, "do you remember the fate of the proud girl who walked upon bread?"
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