brain and my heartache choked me, almost prevented my thinking. Suddenly the idea of flowers came to me. I'd buy a lot. No; everyone would notice them and talk. A few would be better. How many? I thought and thought.
When they came into lounge next day ready to start I was watching my opportunity, but the girl gave me a better one than I could have picked. She waited till her father and Arriga had left the hall and then came over to the desk.
"You have ze checks?" she asked.
"Everything will be given you at the train," I said, "but I have these for you. Please accept them!" and I handed her three splendid red rosebuds, prettily tied up with maiden hair fern.
"How kind!" she exclaimed, coloring, "and how pretty," she added, looking at the roses. "Just three?"
"One for your hair," I said with love's cunning, "one for your eyes and one for your heart—will you remember?" I added in a low voice intensely.
She nodded and then looked up sparkling: "As long—as ze flowers last," she laughed, and was back with her mother.
I saw them into the omnibus and got kind words from all the party, even from Señor Arriga, but cherished most her look and word as she went out of the door.
Holding it open for her, I murmured as she passed, for the others were within hearing: "I shall come soon."
The girl stopped, at once, pretending to look at the tag on a trunk the porter was carrying. "El Paso is far away," she sighed, "and the hacienda ten leagues further on. When shall we arrive—when?" she added glancing up at me.