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Title: Good Night
       (Buenas Noches)

Author: Eleanor Gates

Illustrator: Arthur Rackham

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 GOOD-NIGHT
 (BUENAS NOCHES)

 BY
 ELEANOR GATES

 AUTHOR OF
 "THE PLOW-WOMAN"

 ILLUSTRATED BY
 ARTHUR RACKHAM

 [Illustration]


 NEW YORK
 THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.
 PUBLISHERS




 _Copyright, 1906_,
 BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

 _Copyright, 1907_,
 BY THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.

 THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.

[Illustration]




To MABEL




                  ILLUSTRATIONS


                                               PAGE

 "Good-day to thyself," retorted the padre
                                          _Frontispiece_

 He carried a canary at his shoulder            16

 Advancing by soft steps came Tomasso the cat   38

 Fanning her wings in one lightning stroke      44

 Another frown and he passed on                 50




GOOD-NIGHT




I


Scarlet fuchsias on a swaying branch freckled the 'dobe wall behind
Loretta's perch. The parrot, her claws wide apart, her brilliant
rudder tilting to balance her gray body, industriously snapped at
the blossoms. One secured at last, she turned slowly about and, with
infinite care, let it drop upon the open pages of Padre Alonzo's book.

The padre brushed the flower away and glanced up.

"_Buenos días, señor!_" clacked Loretta; "_buenos días! buenos días!
buenos días!_"

"Good-day to thyself," retorted the padre. He spoke in Spanish, shaking
a stout finger. "And tear not the flowers again. They be the last of
the kind till after the New Year. So take warning, I say, lest thou
find thyself thrust without the garden."

Loretta recognized displeasure in his voice. She mumbled an inquiring
"_Ga-a-wk! ga-a-wk!_" and shifted thoughtfully from foot to foot. But,
presently, the padre having resumed his reading, she turned once more
to catch at the swaying branch.

When a second fuchsia came fluttering down to his hand, Padre Alonzo
uncrossed his sandals and rose. "Oh! oh! oh!" he cried, wagging his
close-cropped head so vigorously that the very beads of his rosary
tinkled together. "Thou art the naughtiest bird in all of California!
What if Padre Anzar finds thee despoiling his plant? He will put thee
again where thou must fight to keep thy feathers--in the kitchen with
the cats!"

At the mention of cats a startling change came over the parrot. Her
plumage ruffled, her eyes began to roll, she straightened on the perch,
uttering hoarse cries of fear and defiance.

"Then be good," he counselled, "be good. Or off thou'lt likely go.
Me-e-ow! me-e-ow!"

And now Loretta moved nearer, anxious for friendly terms. "_Dame la
mano_," she suggested; "_a-a-aw, dame la mano! A-a-aw! a-a-aw!_" She
balanced tremblingly on one leg, curling the other under her.

Padre Alonzo put the stout finger into the proffered claw. "So, so,"
he said. "And I shall not tattle. But tell me: What would make thee
forget to use thy sharp pruning shears? An apple? or seeds? or one of
Gabrielda's sweet bis--"

Loretta perked her head to one side. "_To-o-ny, To-o-ny, To-o-ny_," she
droned coaxingly.

The padre thrust his thumbs under the white cord of his girdle and
broke into a guffaw. "Thou jade!" he teased. "Wilt have Tony, eh? Well,
I go to find him." He gathered in his brown cassock, preparatory to
stepping over the cacti here bordering the garden path. "But look you,
if he comes, scrape not the gilt from the wires of his pretty cage."

Another threatening shake of the finger, and the padre crossed the low,
spiked hedge and waddled away through the sun.

When he came into sight a moment later round the dun wall of the
mission, he carried a canary at his shoulder. "E-oo, e-oo," he cooed,
pattering forward. "Loretta wishes thy company. Sst! sst! She is bad
after thee, Tony! But be wary, little one, be wary."

The advice was wholly ignored. For, spying the parrot, Tony was
instantly transformed from a silent, dumpy ball of yellow to a slim,
dapper songster with a swelling throat.

Loretta greeted him with uproarious laughter, and a jargon of Spanish,
patois, but triumphant. She paced the horizontal piece that gave her
perch the form of a cross. She _pu-r-red_ and _gu-r-red_. She swung by
her curved beak and one leathery foot, shrilling her "_Buenos días,
señor!_" Then, as the padre hung the cage to a nail in the trellis
built against the wall, she changed her performance to the clamorous
repeating of a mass.

Padre Alonzo was shocked. "Sst! sst!" he chided; "thou wicked big-ears!"

The noon angelus was ringing. He caught up book and gown. But before
going he pulled at Loretta's gaudy tail, not unkindly, and chuckled as
she edged toward Tony with many a naïve and fetching cock of her gray
head.

[Illustration]




II


High at the garden's centre, nailed to a massive tree of wood, stood
out the Sacrifice. From behind, fir and pine thrust their long green
boughs, as if eager to screen that torn and unclad shape. From below,
jasmine and geranium, carnation and rose, sent upward an unfailing
incense.

That way, in the heat of mid-afternoon, came Padre Anzar. Thin-lipped
he was, and hollow-eyed. In one hand he held a trowel, in the other a
knife. Down the front of his brown cassock, mingling at knee height
with red brick-stains from the chapel floor, were touches of fresh
earth. Anzar the priest was for the moment Anzar the gardener.

He walked slowly, here stooping to right a stalk or jerk a weed, there
stretching to pick a fading orange leaf from where it marred the
glaucous sheen of its fellows. Fronting the figure, he paused long
enough to whisper a prayer and make the holy sign. Then he rambled on,
busy with trowel and blade.

But presently he came to a full and startled halt. He was beside the
trellis up which climbed his treasured fuchsia. The cross-like perch
of the parrot was beyond the bordering cacti, and unoccupied. Near by,
upon its nail, hung the canary cage, with Tony going up stairs and
down untiringly, eying his visitor with no uneasiness, greeting him, on
the contrary, with saucy chirps. While underneath, spotting the ground
in some profusion, and cast as it were at the feet of the garden's
singer, were scores of scarlet blossoms!

The padre's look travelled from the scattered flowers to the vacant
perch, from the perch to the naked branches swaying against the
trellis, from the branches to the wide, warm top of the 'dobe wall. And
there was Loretta, patrolling in unconcealed apprehension.

The instant he caught sight of her he knew her guilt. He pursed his
thin lips. Then, letting fall trowel and knife, he straddled the hedge.

"I'll wring thy neck for thee!" he vowed.

A sandal in the trellis, a light spring, and his head came even with
her. She backed away, raising her wings a little, and _gawking_ in
protest. He took a fresh grip on the wall, reached out and caught her
like a chicken--by both legs.

Wild screeches rang through the garden, screeches that put the sparrows
to flight and set the canary cheeping in fear. These were punctuated
next by raucous appeals for "_Tony_" or gurgley parrot language.

The padre was down now, and standing on the path again. But he was not
fulfilling his threat. Instead, he was viewing his captive angrily, yet
in considerable indecision.

Loretta, on the other hand, was at no loss for a course of action.
Between cries for the canary, demands for a handshake, and reiterated
"_Good-days_," she was vigorously trying her beak upon the padre's fist.

But now a new factor upon the scene. Round the mission wall, waddling
fast and propelling himself by his swinging arms, appeared Padre
Alonzo. "Is't the cats?" he asked as he came on; "oh, la! la! is't the
cats?"

Padre Anzar half turned, scowling. For answer, he only pointed to the
severed fuchsias.

The other looked, covering any regret with simulated astonishment.
"These were dropping of themselves yesterday," he began between
breaths. "They--they fell fast in the night--eh?" He came beside the
other now, partly to support the suspended Loretta in his hands. "I saw
them--truly."

"Bah!" And Padre Anzar gave Loretta such a shake that she tumbled,
squawking and sputtering, from the other's hands, and again hung, heels
above head, like a chicken caught for the block.

"She did but what the wind hadst done," faltered Padre Alonzo. "Sst!
sst!" (This to the parrot.) "Such language from a lady!"

"Ah-_ha_!" grunted Padre Anzar, "I _told_ thee not to buy a bird that
was raised in a garrison town."

"_To-o-ny! To-o-ny!_" pleaded the parrot. "_A-aw, To-o-ny!_"

"Yes," he went on solemnly, addressing her, "and thou art of the devil,
and hast as many tricks. Twice I forgave thee--once for shouting
'Fire!' on St. John's Day, as the censer passed; again, for pulling the
feathers out of Señor Esteban's choice hen. But thou wilt not escape
now. Now thou'lt go to the kitchen and be shut in with Gabrielda's
black mouser. There thou shalt shed some quills."

With this dire threat, he departed along the path, Loretta still
hanging head down at his knee.

Scarcely a moment later a commotion sounded from the distance, a
commotion muffled by 'dobe wall. First came the voice of old Gabrielda,
then the clatter of an over-turning pan, next the terror-stricken
shrieks of Loretta. Presently, Padre Anzar appeared, his jaw set, his
eyes shining with the look of duty done.

"She will be nicely scared this time," he told Padre Alonzo. "She
will match her busy peak with Tomasso's claws, and she will remember
hereafter to let my blossoms alone."

"Perhaps," began Padre Alonzo, deprecatingly, "perhaps 'twere as well
to take her out of temptation's way, to--"

Padre Anzar raised his shoulders, strode over to knife and trowel and
caught them up. "Move her as thou wilt," he said grumpily, "and the
farther the better. Tony is proper for us, pretty and songful. But that
parrot,"--he shook his tools as if they were Loretta--"how altogether
useless and ugly and noisy and blasphemous and good-for-naught!"

With this he departed into the shrubbery.

Sounds were still coming from the kitchen--Gabrielda's cracked voice,
Loretta's cries, the sullen yowling of a cat. Nodding sadly, Padre
Alonzo waddled to the perch, vacant and formed like a cross. This he
lifted and bore to a place along the wall opposite the great crucifix,
where climbed no flowers. Then, smiling gently, as if with some tender
thought, he waddled back to the trellis, took the cage from its nail,
and, returning to the perch, hung Tony close beside.




III


Late that night, on coming out of the chapel, Padre Alonzo discovered a
little black something blocking his way along the moonlit path. As he
paused, leaning forward to peer, the black something sidled nearer him,
and saluted.

"_Buenas noches!_" it said, its voice monotonous and human with grief
and weariness; "_buenas noches! buenas noches!_"

The padre bent lower and lifted the parrot to the level of his face.
"Aye, good-night truly, as thou sayest," he repeated proudly. "Thou
hast some wicked words of a garrison town, but thou knowest the
difference between sun and moon."

"_Aw, Lora_," murmured the parrot; "_aw, Lo-ra! Lo-ra!_"

"Yes, Tomasso has used thee badly." Padre Alonzo patted her head. "I
shall put thee on thy perch," he went on; "though I trust good Anzar
will not know it. But the moon is up, and my heart is tender. Alas!
one does many things when the moon is up. And the next day--one does
penance."

He thrust the parrot into a fold of his cassock, made along to where
was the perch, and placed her upon it. Then he stood back, folding his
arms.

"To-morrow is Christmas Day, Loretta," he said. "And what wilt thou
give to Tony? What can the cactus give the golden poppy? Thou hast
only love, eh? Well, that is much, though it grows from naught, as a
China lily blooms from a bowl of rocks."

He turned, and found himself before the Tree. Fir and pine massed their
branches behind it, making a background of plushy green. Against that
background, showing full, hung the torn and unclad shape. The moon
glinted upon it, haloing the head of the Crucified.

The padre sank, bowing, and touched himself in the sign.

"_Aw, To-o-ny! To-o-ny!_" came a sleepy croak at his back. The parrot
was settling herself for the night.

Padre Alonzo rose and turned, reaching up to stroke her. "Good-night,
Loretta," he said fondly. "There were none too lowly for His gift of
love. It was spared to thee, a yawping fowl, a talker after the manner
of the lazy Mexicans that bred thee."

He turned back upon the path, sighing and raising his eyes once more.
"But for high or low," he said, musing aloud, "the fruit of that love
is sacrifice."




IV


Out of the chapel came the sounds of the noon service--the level
intoning of prayer, the rumble and swell of the padres' voices. From
her place before the great crucifix Loretta mocked it, only ceasing
now and then to answer Tony's warbles with little whistles of delight,
or to run her open bill up and down the bit of vertical pole dividing
her perch. Yesterday's bout in the kitchen, yesterday's hunger and
fear, the lonely night ramble along the path, the lack of her preening
friend--all these were forgotten in to-day's safety, sunlight, plenty,
and companionship. And so she _gurred_ and _purred_, _a-a-awed_ and
_ga-a-wked_, shrilled her "_Buenos días!_" across the garden, laughed
uproariously, or droned the familiar mass.

In reach of her pacing, in touch of her very tail, was the gilded cage,
with Tony darting up stairs and down, yet sparing time now and then for
a sip or a seed or a saucy chirp.

But of a sudden the happy cries of both birds were changed to notes of
alarm. The canary, its round eyes starting like two polished shots,
fluttered high and low, beating its yellow wings against the wires;
while Loretta squared her rudder, spread her pinions and squatted
belligerently. For on the ground, advancing that way by soft steps,
and with the gloating look of the hunter fixed upon the cage, came
Tomasso, the cat.

[Illustration]

Quickly the parrot rallied from her panic. As if she knew that her
arch-enemy was not seeking her now, but the precious bit of fluff at
her side, she began a series of terror-inspiring performances learned
in the profane garrison town of her hatching; she gave tongue to dire
words that had long since gone out of her repertory. Ruffled to twice
her size, she strutted along her perch, shrieking angry orders to
mount, flinging out "_Vuelta! vuelta! vuelta!_" in husky trooper tones,
and whistling the bugle calls.

It failed to scare Tomasso. Within the cage, as it gently danced
from its spring, was a tempting morsel, one that lured all the more
through its effort to escape. The cat crept steadily forward, velvet
foot following velvet foot, across the shifting dapple before the great
crucifix, across the packed gravel of the garden path, to the near
shade of a gold of Ophir. There, under the roses, he paused, amber eyes
glowing, whetted claws slipping in and out expectantly, muscles rolling
and flexing with the measurement of the leap.

Then, with the cunning of the wild mother, Loretta adopted new tactics,
seeking to divert him. She wobbled upon her perch, giving vent to
bursts of hysterical laughter; she got between him and the cage and
railed at him.

His unblinking eyes did not leave his quarry, his muscles kept their
quiver of preparation. At the end of his sleek body, touching the path,
his long tail swept, to and fro, to and fro, to and fro, like a furry
pendulum marking off the dread time.

By now other inmates of the garden were alarmed. A blue jay scolded
from the terra-cotta roof of the chapel. From the cross-piece of the
tree a line of sparrows gave over their squabbling to look down.

Loretta's excitement grew wilder. Out of her beak poured phrases not
of mass or military, not of good-days or--nights. For under the gold
of Ophir the furry pendulum was standing out straight and the moving
muscles down Tomasso's length were tight and still. Her instinct knew
the signs, and again and again she quavered out the "_Fuego!_" that had
disgraced St. John's Day.

No one heard. From the chapel still sounded the intoning of prayer,
broken by the rumble and swell of the padres' voices.

A moment, and she acted. With a "_Ga-a-wk!_" of defiance, she aimed
her flight for the ground, took it in all but a somersault, and landed
herself directly before the astonished Tomasso. Then once again she
spread her wings and squared her rudder, making ready for a clash.

Tomasso's eyes fell to her, he relaxed, body and tail, spitting
resentfully.

Quickly emboldened, she came a hand's breadth nearer him, snapping at
the black tip of his nose.

He retreated to his haunches, but directed a swift cuff her way.

To this she responded with hoarse laughter and yells of "_To-o-ny!_" as
if she summoned the canary to witness the encouraging progress of the
fight. Then she stalked forward once more.

Tomasso wrinkled his face. Their positions were unpleasantly reversed.
In Gabrielda's domain it was she who backed off or sought the safe
places, and he who sallied out from his cozy nook by the range to scare
her into noisy protests. While here she was bristling to him. His paw
poised itself in mid-air.

Loretta grew reckless. Fanning her wings, in one lightning stroke she
bit him between his flattened ears.

The pain of it enraged Tomasso. With a jump, he met her.

Then ensued such a scene as the kitchen knew. There was mewing and
spitting and yowling; there was _gawking_ and squalling and a rending
cry for "_Tony!_" All the while, close to the gold of Ophir, the cat
and the parrot went dizzily around and around, a whirligig of gray,
scarlet, and black--that tossed off fur and feathers.

It was over in a moment, when Tomasso fled, over path and grass, and
into a dusky recess between the trunks of fir and pine. There he lay
down, sulking and grumbling and licking his paws. But Loretta stayed
where she was a little, holding her head sidewise in the attitude of a
listener.

[Illustration]

"_Lora_," she murmured presently, her voice inquiring, "_Lora, Lora_."

Then, slowly and clumsily, she made her way to the base of the perch,
and with beak and talons climbed it.




V


It was past the noon angelus when Padre Alonzo came waddling along
the path, and he found the garden still--still, and filled with the
sun-drawn incense of trees and flowers.

"Sst! sst! Tony will be too warm, I fear," he was saying aloud as he
neared the cage. "The little one shall go to a cooler spot." And with
this conclusion, he halted beside the perch of the parrot and lifted
the chirping canary down to his knee.

"Buenos días," he said to Loretta, pausing a moment; "a good day,
truly, but over-hot, so that my cassock makes of me a living olla, for
I am beaded with water drops from top to toe."

The parrot shifted a little, and again set her head sidewise, as
if she were puzzled and listening. Next, she edged toward him, and
uncertainly, putting a foot down, clasping and unclasping the pole,
trying it cautiously. Against the vertical piece that made her perch
like a cross, she teetered awkwardly and stopped.

"Loretta," said the padre, in some concern, "hast anything in thy craw?
Well, gulp down a stone and grind thy grist. What one swallowest that
must one digest."

The gravel crunched behind him. He glanced back, to see Padre Anzar
advancing, brown cowl shading hollow eyes.

[Illustration]

Padre Alonzo colored guiltily. "Tony must go to the shade," he said.
"The sun is hot to the cooking-point."

Padre Anzar paused a moment, glowering up at Loretta. "Then may it
singe the plumage of that vixen," he answered. "She desecrates our
garden." Another frown, and he passed on.

Padre Alonzo watched him out of sight before he again addressed the
parrot. "I fear thou must mend thy ways, Loretta," he said. "Here
it is Christmas Day, and yet Anzar has no good words for thee. But
see,"--he held up a plump hand, displaying one of Gabrielda's sweet
biscuits--"riotous as thou art, I have remembered. And now tell me,
what hast thou given Tony?"

As though in mute answer, the parrot suddenly lowered her head toward
him, and he saw that over the gray of her feathered face was a splash
of scarlet, as if a vivid fuchsia petal had fallen there.

"Loretta!" he cried anxiously; "Loretta! thine eyes!"

She lifted her head until her beak pointed past the giant crucifix and
straight into the glaring sun.

"Buenos días," he prompted tenderly, alarmed now at her unusual silence
and the indifference shown his offering; "Loretta, buenos días."

But she was settling herself upon her cross-like perch as if for the
night. "_A-aw, To-o-ny! To-o-ny!_" she returned with a little sleepy
croak; "_buenas noches! buenas noches!_"


The University Press, Cambridge, U. S. A.




Transcriber's Note:

Italicized words in the original book are denoted by underscores (_)
bracketing the word.





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