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No struggle of heart or
head could ever again lower her in his secret thought to the common
level.
The swinging strains of the dancer's accompaniment concluded with a
blare of noisy triumph, the mad enthusiasts out in front wildly
shouting her name above the frantic din of applause, while, flushed and
panting, the agile Mexican dancer swept into the darkened wings like a
scarlet bird.
"Ah, de Americana!" she exclaimed, her eyes yet blazing from
excitement, poising herself directly in front of her silent watcher.
"Senorita, it ees not de same as yours--dey like you, si; but dey lofe
Mercedes."
Miss Norvell smiled gently, her gaze on the other's flushed, childish
face, and extended her hand.
"There seems ample room for both of us," she replied, pleasantly, "yet
your dancing is truly wonderful. It is an art, and you must let me
thank you."
It is difficult to understand why, but the untamed, passionate girl,
stung in some mysterious manner by these quietly spoken words of
appreciation, instantly drew her slight form erect.


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