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diff --git a/40592.txt b/40592.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 2f18feb..0000000 --- a/40592.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,3170 +0,0 @@ -Project Gutenberg's The Little Spanish Dancer, by Madeline Brandeis - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: The Little Spanish Dancer - -Author: Madeline Brandeis - -Release Date: August 28, 2012 [EBook #40592] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ASCII - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE LITTLE SPANISH DANCER *** - - - - -Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Matthias Grammel and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - - - - THE LITTLE - SPANISH DANCER - - - - [Illustration: A STREET IN SEVILLE] - - - - _The_ LITTLE - SPANISH DANCER - - BY - MADELINE BRANDEIS - - _Photographic Illustrations_ - - GROSSET & DUNLAP - PUBLISHERS NEW YORK - _by arrangement with the A. Flanagan Company_ - - - - COPYRIGHT, 1936, BY A. FLANAGAN COMPANY - - PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA - - - - - AN INTERNATIONAL DEDICATION - - TO - - AILEEN - - MY "PARISIAN" SISTER, HER "RUMANIAN" HUSBAND, AND THE MEMORY OF THE - "RUSSIAN" BALLET DANCING WHICH SHE USED TO DO IN "AMERICA" WHEN SHE - WAS THE AGE OF LITTLE "SPANISH" PILAR! - - * * * * * - - NOTE - - The photographs in this book were taken in Spain by the author. - The character of "The Little Spanish Dancer" is portrayed by Pilar - Herrera, of Seville, a charming little girl, whom we wish to thank - for helping to decorate this book. - - - - -CONTENTS - - - PAGE - - Chapter I - The Magic Castanets 9 - - Chapter II - An Old Red Cape 20 - - Chapter III - In Old Cadiz (A Legend of the Castanets) 32 - - Chapter IV - The Souvenirs Speak 44 - - Chapter V - In Old Granada (A Legend of the Castanets) 61 - - Chapter VI - Another Visit to Juan 71 - - Chapter VII - Four Old Paintings 77 - - Chapter VIII - Fiesta 89 - - Chapter IX - The Mystery of the Young Prince 100 - - Chapter X - A Stout Sweetheart 115 - - Chapter XI - Dance of the Six (A Legend of the Castanets) 123 - - Chapter XII - Pilar's Grandfather Remembers 134 - - Chapter XIII - Bullfight in Madrid (A Legend of the Castanets) 138 - - Chapter XIV - Where Is Pilar? 156 - - Chapter XV - A Stranger Arrives 163 - - Pronouncing Vocabulary 175 - - - - -LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS - - - PAGE - - A STREET IN SEVILLE 2 - - THE LITTLE SPANISH DANCER 8 - - DANCING IN A PUBLIC SQUARE, SEVILLE 11 - - WHEN PILAR WAS LITTLE 14 - - PILAR KNELT DOWN BESIDE THE CHEST 17 - - GIRALDA TOWER, SEVILLE 19 - - STREET OF THE SERPENTS 21 - - ALCAZAR GARDENS, SEVILLE 25 - - JUAN, THE SHOPKEEPER 27 - - SEVILLE 29 - - CADIZ 33 - - STREET OF THE SERPENTS 36 - - ALCAZAR GARDENS, SEVILLE 40 - - SEVILLE 43 - - HOW COULD SHE GIVE THEM UP? 46 - - PUERTO DEL SOL, TOLEDO 49 - - BARCELONA 51 - - TOMB OF THE CHILDREN, EL ESCORIAL 54 - - PILAR LOOKED AT THE FAN 56 - - GYPSIES, GRANADA 60 - - GENERALIFE GARDENS, ALHAMBRA 62 - - BOABDIL SURRENDERING TO FERDINAND 66 - - GRANADA 68 - - POTTERY SHOP, TRIANA 74 - - COURT OF DOLLS, ALCAZAR 76 - - PILAR 78 - - SALAMANCA 82 - - ST. TERESA CONVENT, AVILA 84 - - PILAR IN HER COSTUME 90 - - THE MOSQUE, CORDOBA 92 - - ANDALUSIAN HAT 93 - - A FIELD NEAR CORDOBA 95 - - A DOUGHNUT STAND 97 - - AVILA 103 - - PARK IN MADRID, STATUE OF KING ALFONSO 107 - - BURGOS CATHEDRAL 109 - - MIRAFLORES MONASTERY, BURGOS 112 - - TOMBS OF FERDINAND AND ISABELLA, GRANADA CATHEDRAL 114 - - GIRL-DRAPED BALCONIES 117 - - GIBRALTAR 120 - - ALHAMBRA 122 - - DANCE OF THE SIX, SEVILLE CATHEDRAL 125 - - BOYS PLAYING BULLFIGHT 136 - - BULLFIGHT, MADRID 137 - - MADRID 144 - - _From a Painting by Goya_ DONA ISABEL CORBO DE - PORCEL 147 - - BULLFIGHT, MADRID 151 - - THE PRADO, MADRID 155 - - TOLEDO 159 - - TRIANA BRIDGE, SEVILLE 162 - - A NET MAKER, SEVILLE 166 - - TOLEDO 169 - - PILAR AND HER GRANDFATHER 172 - - - - -[Illustration: THE LITTLE SPANISH DANCER] - - - - -The Little Spanish Dancer - - - - -CHAPTER I - -THE MAGIC CASTANETS - - -Pilar was dancing in the Murillo (m[+u]-r[)i]l'[=o]) Garden. It was a -beautiful public garden named after the great Spanish painter, Murillo, -who died in a house near by. - -Pilar had been born ten years ago in this old city of Seville -(s[+e]-v[)i]l'). If you had asked Pilar, "Where is New York?" she would -doubtless have laughed with her lovely dark eyes and inquired, "Is it in -Seville?" Because, to Pilar, as to most of her friends, there was only -one world, and that world was Seville. - -Now a terrible thing was happening at Pilar's home this evening. But -Pilar did not know it because she was dancing in the garden. Every -night, after her grandfather went to bed, she ran off and danced with -her friends to the music of a hurdy-gurdy. - -But tonight, after Pilar had left, her grandfather had been taken very -ill. The neighbors had sent for a doctor, who shook his head gravely -over the poor old man. - -Pilar knew nothing about this as she clicked her castanets and whirled -about in the dance they call the Sevillana. - -She was one of the best dancers in her group. And why not? Her mother -had been a dancer; her grandmother, too, yes, and her great-grandmother -and her great-great--oh, ever so many great-grandmothers! They had all -been dancers. - -Pilar's parents had died when she was a baby. She lived alone with her -grandfather, and they struggled to keep the wolf named Hunger from -their door. Her grandfather was a shoemaker, but he worked slowly these -days because his hands were old. - -[Illustration: DANCING IN A PUBLIC SQUARE, SEVILLE] - -Once when Pilar was very little, someone had asked her what pleasures -she enjoyed most. She had answered, "The pleasures I enjoy most -are--dancing!" - -Now this could easily be the answer of every little girl in southern -Spain. For while Italy sings, France designs, and Switzerland skates, -Spain dances. Why, it is even possible that little girls in Seville -would rather dance than go to moving picture shows! - -Yet everyone in Seville does not feel that way, for the many open air -theaters all over the city are crowded. And what the people seem to like -best are the American comedies. - -It was growing late, but Pilar seldom went to bed before midnight. She -would have told you that evening was the time to live and to laugh and -to dance. Then it was cool, while during the day the sun beat down -cruelly and people slept for hours. - -Through the narrow streets Pilar made her way home at last. She heard -little snatches of song from the throats of strollers. - -Everyone strolls in Seville; there is no hurry. Nearly everyone sings; -there is no worry. Hurry and worry are as much out of place in this city -as a woman's hat shop. For white flowers and black lace shawls take the -place of hats in Seville. - -Pilar hummed to herself as she walked along. Some day she would grow up -to be a great dancer like her mother and-- - -What was that? A light in her house? She looked through the window and -saw the doctor bending over her grandfather's bed. - -Pilar caught her breath. Then she rushed indoors and ran straight to her -grandfather's bedside. Sinking down on her knees, she burst into tears. - -"Oh, Grandfather!" she cried. "You are ill! Dear Grandfather, what is -the matter?" - -The doctor smoothed her soft, black hair and raised her to her feet. - -"There, now, my child," he said. "You must not cry. You will only make -your grandfather worse. He will get well if you will do what I tell -you." - -[Illustration: WHEN PILAR WAS LITTLE] - -"What--what is that, doctor?" Poor Pilar was trembling. - -"You must buy and cook good, nourishing food for him," said the doctor. -"And give him the medicines which I order." - -Now Pilar's eyes were full of terror. "But, oh, doctor," she cried. "I -cannot do that. We have no money." - -"No money?" The doctor looked at her pityingly. - -"We live by what Grandfather makes when he can work," said Pilar. "Now -that he cannot work, there will be no money." - -The doctor said, "Um-m" and stroked his beard. Then he asked, "Have you -nothing which you might sell?" - -"Only--" And Pilar gazed into her tiny cubbyhole of a room next door. -"Only an old wooden chest filled with souvenirs, left to me by my -mother." She added in a whisper, "I could not sell them!" - -The doctor was silent for a moment. Then he said, "I am afraid you must -sell them, Pilar, if you wish your grandfather to live." - -When the doctor was gone, Pilar went into her room and looked at the -precious wooden chest. In it were the souvenirs which her mother had -collected throughout her interesting life as a dancer. - -The doctor had given her grandfather medicine, and now he slept. But -what would happen in the morning? - -Pilar shuddered. She was only a little girl, and she was afraid. The -doctor had said that her grandfather must have the best of everything, -or maybe he would die. - -A tear splashed down upon the old, carved chest. There was only one -thing to do. Tomorrow she would go into town and sell one of her -mother's souvenirs so that she might buy medicine and food. - -She brushed away the tears and began to look through her treasures. -There were a tall, graceful comb; a faded, but elegant fan; a richly -decorated old bonnet; oh, such lovely things! How could she ever part -with them? - -She pulled out a pair of castanets (k[)a]s'-t[.a]-n[)e]ts'). Now, in -Spain, it seems that every baby is born with a pair of castanets in its -hand. Of course, I only said, "It seems." Yet some of the tiniest tots -are taught to click these wooden clappers to the rhythm of the -traditional Spanish songs and dances. - -Castanets are shaped very much like chestnuts. They say that this is why -they are called castanuellos, which means "chestnuts" in Spanish. - -[Illustration: PILAR KNELT DOWN BESIDE THE CHEST] - -But those which had belonged to Pilar's mother were no ordinary -castanets. Indeed, they were said to possess some wonderful and -dangerous power. - -Mysterious legends had passed from mother to daughter down through -Pilar's family. Each legend told of trouble caused by the loss of these -castanets. For whenever they had been lost, given, stolen, or sold, -misfortune had come to their owners. - -A bit of verse, composed, no doubt, by the first ancestor who had used -them, warned thus: - - "_Castanets, with magic spell, - Never lose or give or sell; - If you do, then grief and strife - Will follow you through all your life._" - -But Pilar had never heard the old rime. Nor had her grandfather ever -told her the strange legends. He did not want to frighten her. Besides, -he realized that modern, educated people would have called such beliefs -very foolish. - -So Pilar did not know about the power of the magic castanets, and she -fell asleep that night with these words going through her head: "Which -souvenir shall I sell tomorrow? Which one shall it be?" - -[Illustration: GIRALDA TOWER, SEVILLE] - - - - -CHAPTER II - -AN OLD RED CAPE - - -Morning came. Pilar attended her sick grandfather and made him -comfortable in his bed. He did not speak to her. He seemed to want to -doze all the time. - -She went into her room and knelt down beside the wooden chest. She must -go now and sell one of the treasures. Which one should it be? - -She took out each in turn and looked at them. All were so -precious--parts of her mother's life. Here was an old pair of castanets, -scarred and battered, not so pretty as the beautiful comb, the handsome -clock, the embroidered bonnet, or-- - -Perhaps she would sell those ugly castanets. And yet--just look at -this old red cape! Like a bullfighter's cape, only small and faded and -torn--surely the least interesting and attractive of her treasures. She -took it into her grandfather's room. - -[Illustration: STREET OF THE SERPENTS] - -"Grandfather," she said, "I am going to the shop of Juan (hwaen) -Sanchez, and I shall ask him to buy this old cape. With the money I -shall buy food." - -Her grandfather opened his dull eyes and looked first at the black-eyed, -rosy little Pilar and then at the old red cape. - -"It belonged, once long ago, to--Tony--" he began. - -Then his voice trailed off. He closed his eyes and fell asleep again. He -was very feeble. - -Pilar kissed him gently and stole out of the house. - -The narrow streets of Seville looked like thin Arabs with their arms -pressed close to their white-robed sides. They were bright with -sunlight. They were noisy with squawking motor horns, with chattering -men and women. - -Juan's shop was on the Street of the Serpents, a wriggling ribbon -of a street with booths and shops and cafes--a street of ragged people, -of staring people, of chanting, selling people. But no automobiles or -wagons were allowed upon the Street of the Serpents. - -Pilar met Juan Sanchez at the door of his tiny shop. - -"Good morning, Senorita (s[=a]'ny[=o]-r[=e]'-tae) Pilar," he smiled. - -He was glad to see Pilar. Everyone in Spain is always glad to see -children. This is a good thing, because Spain is overflowing with -children. - -"Good morning, Senor (s[=a]-ny[=o]r') Juan," said the little girl. Then, -timidly she held up the faded old cape. "Will you buy this from me?" she -asked. "My grandfather is ill, and I must have money to pay for food and -medicine." - -Juan looked at the cape. He said nothing, but his mouth twitched as -though it wanted to smile. He turned the cape inside out and stared at -something he saw. - -"The name 'Tony' is printed in ink on the inside of this cape," he said. - -But Pilar was not interested. She only looked up at him and repeated -earnestly, "Will you buy it, senor? Will you?" - -Juan shook his head. "No, Pilar," he answered. "I cannot buy it because -it is worth nothing to me." - -Then as he saw the cloud cover her smile, he added, "But it may be worth -a great deal to you if you will send it away!" - -"If I will send it away, senor?" Pilar thought that the good Juan must -be teasing her. "What do you mean?" - -"I mean," he said, "that you must send it to America to the one whose -name is written here." - -He pointed to the name Tony. It meant nothing until Juan explained. - -[Illustration: ALCAZAR GARDENS, SEVILLE] - -"Years ago," he said, "Tony was a little boy who played in the streets -of Seville. He liked to play bullfight. This is the cape with which he -angered the make-believe bull. I was that bull." - -"You, Juan? You were the bull?" laughed Pilar. - -"Yes, and a fierce one with great horns which I held proudly to my -head," answered Juan. "But today," he went on, "today this Tony--ah, he -is a very rich man. He has made many American dollars." - -"But how did his cape come to be among my mother's souvenirs?" asked -Pilar. - -"When Tony went away to seek his fortune in America," said Juan, "he -must have given it to your mother. They lived next door to each other -when they were children. They were very good friends." - -"But why should I send the cape to Tony in America?" asked Pilar. - -"Because," answered Juan, "I am sure that he will remember your mother -and help you in your trouble." - -Pilar's eyes shone. "Oh, do you think so?" she cried. - -[Illustration: JUAN, THE SHOPKEEPER] - -Juan nodded his head knowingly. "I shall send it for you, Pilar," he -said. "And I shall write a letter, too, and tell Tony about your sick -grandfather. Now take this money, child, and buy what you need." - -He pressed some coins into Pilar's hand, but she shrank back. - -"Oh, no, no!" she exclaimed. "I cannot take money from you, senor, when -I have given you nothing for it!" - -Juan laughed. "Very well, little proud one," he said. "You may bring me -something else tomorrow." - -Pilar thought of the old pair of castanets. - -She asked Juan whether he would take them, and he replied, "Of course. -It is not difficult to sell castanets in Seville." - -So Pilar left the shop of Juan Sanchez, and her heart sang as she -skipped along. She bought bread and fish and eggs and she took them -home. - -She cooked the fish and the eggs in oil, as Spanish people do. Then she -poured some milk out of a pitcher and tried to make her grandfather eat -and drink. - -After that, she went into her tiny room and once again opened the wooden -chest. This time she took out the magic castanets, whose mysterious -history she did not know. - -[Illustration: SEVILLE] - -But her grandfather knew all those terrible legends which had been -handed down through the family. He was too intelligent really to believe -them but when Pilar came into his room holding the clappers in her hand, -his eyes suddenly filled with fear. - -"What are you doing with the castanets, Pilly?" he asked in his weak -voice. - -"I am going to sell them to Juan Sanchez," answered Pilar, smoothing his -pillow. "Then I shall buy a little chicken and cook it for your dinner." - -"No, no!" The old man tried to sit up in bed. "Do not sell the cast--" - -But Pilar interrupted him. "Please, Grandfather," she said. "You must -not talk. You must rest while I am gone." - -She made him lie down again and he sank back wearily, closing his eyes. -He was too weak to say any more, but his lips began to move. - -"Castanets, with--magic--spell--" he muttered to himself. - -The words were muffled. Pilar could not understand them. - -She patted his hand gently and said, "Go to sleep, dear Grandfather. Do -not worry. Pilar will take good care of you." - -Then she sang a little song which sounded like a Moorish chant. And -perhaps it was, for Spain once was ruled by the Moors, who left much of -their art and music behind them when they were driven out. - -Pilar's soothing voice soon lulled her grandfather to sleep. And so it -was that he did not finish the verse about the castanets. - -It was a pity, too, as you will agree when you have heard the legend of -the castanets in old Cadiz (k[)a]d'[)i]z). - - - - -CHAPTER III - -IN OLD CADIZ - -(A LEGEND OF THE CASTANETS) - - -Before the Moors came into Spain, Cadiz, or Gadir, as it was then -called, had become famous for its dancers. Throughout the land they were -known for their grace and beauty. - -Now there lived at this time one who had grown too old to dance any -more. So she wished to teach her little daughter the steps she had once -loved so well. - -But strangely enough, she was afraid to do this--afraid, because a -savage race called the Visigoths (v[)i]z'[)i] g[)o]ths) were sweeping -through Spain and were trying to destroy the art of the people. They -were overrunning the country, smashing great statues and burning fine -books. - -[Illustration: CADIZ] - -What would they do if they were to discover that women were secretly -teaching their children to carry on the art of dancing? - -Although she feared the Visigoths, this mother, who had once been a -dancer, used to take her daughter to a cave far from the city. And here -she would attempt to instruct the little girl. - -But young Lira did not want to learn to dance. She was plump and lazy. -She disliked to exercise, except with a knife and fork. For eating was -the only thing she really enjoyed. - -One day when the sun shone fiercely, Lira felt very sorry for herself. -She was hot and twice as lazy as usual--which, I assure you, was -dreadfully lazy! - -She decided that she would not take her dancing lesson. Yet how was she -to escape it? Soon her mother would be leading her off to the cave and -making her work. - -Lira bit into a large loaf of bread and thought furiously. Why, of -course! She would hide her mother's castanets and then say that she had -lost them. This was a splendid idea. - -So running off ahead of her mother, she made her way to the secret cave. -Below her lay the city of Cadiz. It was so white that it made one think -of chalk on snow. But to hungry little Lira, it looked like whipped -cream! - -Cadiz points her long, white finger out into the azure blue bay. She has -a gleaming golden eye, which is the dome of her cathedral. - -When Lira's mother arrived at the cave, Lira ran up to her and -exclaimed, "Oh, Mother, I have lost the castanets! And now there will be -no lesson today." - -She then sat down and continued to chew contentedly upon her enormous -loaf of bread. But her mother's face turned white. - -[Illustration: STREET OF THE SERPENTS] - -"What are you saying, child?" she cried. "Do you tell me you have lost -the castanets?" - -Lira nodded and took an unusually large bite out of the loaf. Her mother -stood over her, her face a mask of fear. - -"Lira," she gasped, "do you know what you have done? If, indeed, you -have lost the castanets, then truly you have brought misfortune upon -your whole family." - -Whereupon, her mother recited this verse: - - "_Castanets, with magic spell, - Never lose or give or sell; - If you do, then grief and strife - Will follow you through all your life._" - -Lira's eyes grew big. The loaf of bread dropped to the ground as she -arose. - -Leading her mother to the rock behind which she had hidden the -castanets, she said, "Look, Mother. The castanets are not really lost. I -was only fooling you. They are hidden in here and--" - -She pulled out the loose rock and looked behind it. The castanets were -gone. - -Now, in those days, people believed in spells and charms, and Lira's -mother was terribly frightened. She was also terribly angry with Lira. - -She hurried away toward home, leaving Lira standing alone, with the -tears running down her plump little cheeks. She was afraid to go home, -and so she wandered down to the wide beach. - -Here children were playing, while boys and girls with flashing eyes were -swinging along, clapping their hands and singing. Music sounded. -Laughter rang. Night had begun to fall. - -A crescent moon hung in the sky. It was a moon that had been cut in -half, and the other half was Cadiz. The air was full of dream dust, with -garlic in it. - -Lira did not feel the spell of night that had settled upon the rest of -the world. She was too miserable. What had become of the castanets? - -Had some evil power removed them from behind that rock? And if so, what -frightful thing would happen to her and to her family? - -Gradually the people began to leave the beach and finally Lira found -herself alone. She looked out across the bay--a bay that was to become -the scene of historic battles during Spain's wars with England and -France. - -Moonlight twinkled silvery upon the water. It was very quiet. And then, -all at once, Lira heard a step behind her, and a mysterious voice -whispered: "Lira, Lira, turn around!" - -Her heart skipped like a pebble across a lake. She turned. There stood -her older brother, his figure looming straight and tall in the -moonlight. Lira sighed with relief. - -[Illustration: ALCAZAR GARDENS, SEVILLE] - -But her brother did not move. He only stood, scowling down at her. Then -he continued to talk in that low, frightening voice. - -"Do you know," he said, "that you have brought terrible misfortune upon -us, Lira?" - -Lira felt the hot tears begin to sting her eyes again. So he, too, was -going to scold her for losing the castanets! But suddenly he took a step -toward her and, thrusting his face close to hers, said, "The Visigoths -are coming to drive us away from our homes!" - -Lira began to tremble. Those terrifying savages! She knew that they had -been sweeping her country, destroying everything in their path. Now they -were about to descend upon her home. And it was all her fault--hers! She -sobbed and clung to her brother. - -"Oh, why did I do it?" she cried. "Why did I hide the castanets?" - -Her brother put his hand under her chin and lifted her head so that -their eyes met. - -"Are you sorry, little sister?" he asked kindly. - -Lira's answer was a pitiful wail. - -"Will you ever tell another untruth?" - -"No, no, never, as long as I live!" - -"Will you remember the jingle about the castanets?" - -"Yes, yes! Always and forever!" - -"And will you work hard and learn to dance and carry on our mother's -art?" - -"Yes, yes! Oh, I will try so hard!" - -"Then--look, sister!" - -And to her amazement, Lira's brother held out the magic castanets. He -had been watching when she hid them. And when she had gone into the -cave, he had played a trick upon her by taking them away. - -It was a trick that Lira never forgot--never, though she lived to be -very old. All her life she treasured the magic castanets and never -again did she lose sight of them. - -But something else she did lose, and that was her round little figure. -Indeed, she became lovely and slender. She also became a famous dancer, -and one day she taught her own children the dances of Spain. - -[Illustration: SEVILLE] - - - - -CHAPTER IV - -THE SOUVENIRS SPEAK - - -Pilar was on her way to Juan's shop on the Street of the Serpents. In -her hand were those magic castanets. She was taking them to Juan. She -was going to sell them. - -She passed the lovely Alcazar (ael-kae'thaer) Gardens, from which came the -perfume of flowers and blossoms. She heard the soft voice of bells from -the Giralda, a prayer tower which had belonged to an ancient Moorish -mosque (m[)o]sk). - -In a little square, some of Pilar's friends were dancing to the music of -a hurdy-gurdy. Pilar stopped. How she longed to join them in their -dance! - -The thought came to her that she had never tried her mother's -castanets. She wondered how they would sound. She fixed them on her -fingers and began to play. - -Their beauty astonished her. They spoke. They sang. They cried out to -her feet and she danced. She danced until she was breathless and the -hurdy-gurdy had gone away. So had the children--gone to their homes. - -Pilar was alone. She stood in the center of the little court, its white, -balconied houses all around, and its ancient fountain squatting in the -center. - -But to Pilar, time had not passed. She had been in a dream of music. The -castanets had drawn her into a dream of music and dance. - -Now she slowly unloosed them from her fingers. Never had she known that -such beautiful sound could come from two wooden clappers. Why, her own -little cheap ones were hideous and shrill beside these speaking marvels. - -[Illustration: HOW COULD SHE GIVE THEM UP?] - -How could she give them up? How could she take them to Juan to be sold? -No, no! She must keep them. She must keep them and dance every day to -their rippling music. - -But Juan had given her money, for which she had promised to bring him -the castanets. And it would never do to give Juan her own instead, for -that would be cheating. - -But there were other lovely souvenirs in her chest at home. Perhaps Juan -would as soon have one of these! - -Pilar went home, and once again she knelt down beside the wooden chest. -Out came each precious souvenir. Which should she take to Juan in place -of the castanets? - -If those souvenirs could have spoken, what strangely wonderful stories -they could have told! - -Pretend, for fun, that they can speak, and let us listen to their -ancient voices. - - - _The Sharp Knife From Toledo_ - -"I am a knife--a very sharp knife. I was made in Toledo, which is said -to be the oldest town in Spain. - -"Toledo sits proudly upon a granite throne, like some weatherbeaten -queen. The River Tagus (t[=a]'g[)u]s) laps about her feet as though to -wash away the dust of ages. - -"There are Arab stories in the ancient streets of Toledo. Once it was an -important center of the Romans, the Goths, and then the Moors. - -"The cathedral is supposed to be the richest in the world. It contains a -room with massive doors, to which six keys must be used before one may -enter. In this room are the priceless jewels of the Madonna. - -"I am made of the celebrated Damascus (d[.a]-m[)a]s'k[)u]s) steel. I -have a beautiful design worked into my handle. Ages ago, this art, which -is called Damascene (d[)a]m'[.a]-s[=e]n) work, was brought from the -city of Damascus. - -[Illustration: PUERTO DEL SOL, TOLEDO] - -"I have a very dangerous temper and when I am angered, I bite. So be -careful, for I am a very sharp knife." - - - _The Proud Comb From Barcelona_ - -"I am a tall, elegant comb, and my home is Barcelona -(baer's[)e]-l[=o]'n[.a]), the most important city in Spain. Oh, dear! -There goes Madrid, howling at me again! Whenever I say that Barcelona -is more important, the city of Madrid creates the most frightful row. - -"It is jealousy, of course. For even if she is the capital of Spain, she -is not so wonderful as Barcelona. At least, that is what we who live -here think. And perhaps I can convince you, too, if you will go for a -walk with me. - -"Just think! I am honoring you by inviting you to walk with me through -Barcelona, Spain's most important--oh, all right, then, Spain's most -modern city! - -"Shall we start from the harbor? It is the chief port of Spain. Do you -see that fine monument of Christopher Columbus over there? - -[Illustration: BARCELONA] - -"Now we shall stroll along the celebrated Rambla. Is this not a handsome -promenade, with its flowers and trees? Would you like to sit here at a -little table and sip some chocolate? - -"They say that Barcelona has more sidewalk cafes than any other city its -size in Europe. You see, we know how to enjoy ourselves. Yet we are not -lazy. No, indeed! We are most active. Why, Barcelona never sleeps. - -"We are situated on the blue Mediterranean Sea. Not far from -the city, there is a wonderful monastery called Montserrat -(m[)o]nt's[)e]-r[)a]t'). It is perched high up amid a mystic -forest of stony crags. - -"Montserrat is the shrine of the Black Virgin, a sacred carving. The -story goes that when the Moors held Spain, this carving was hidden in a -cave. Many years later, it was found by shepherds who heard weird music -near by. - -"They tried to move the Black Virgin, but could not, and so a church was -built to hold it. Today great crowds swarm up the mountain to see the -sacred carving. - -"But now I shall have to leave you. I could show you much more, of -course, but there might be an objection if I did. You ask why? Because a -certain city I know would be afraid that you might agree with me that -Barcelona is more important than she is!" - - - _The Lazy Clock From El Escorial_ - -"I am an old clock. I used to sit upon a shelf in one of the most -curious castles in Spain--El Escorial ([)e]l [)e]s-k[=o]'r[)i]-[)a]l). -It was built by King Philip II. - -[Illustration: TOMB OF THE CHILDREN, EL ESCORIAL] - -"King Philip built El Escorial as his tomb. Today, it stands a gray and -gloomy monument upon a barren hill, and in its vaults are buried the -kings and queens of Spain. - -"Among the marble tombs, there is one which looks like a round, white -birthday cake. It is the tomb of the children--young princes and -princesses. - -"King Philip watched the building of this immense palace from a rocky -seat on a hill above. And later when he was very ill, he used to lie in -his bedroom next to the chapel and listen to the church services. - -"Ho, hum! I am a sleepy, lazy old clock. But then, all clocks in Spain -grow lazy, for we are seldom used. Everybody is always late. - -"Yet here is a funny thing. I have been told that Spain produces more -quicksilver than any other country. Think of that! Quicksilver!" - -[Illustration: PILAR LOOKED AT THE FAN] - - - _The Faded Fan From Valladolid_ - -"I am a fan. I belonged to a lady who lived in the town of Valladolid -(vael'yae-th[+o]-l[=e]th'). It was built by a Moor named Olid, and was -called Valle de Olid, Valley of Olid. - -"The names of many important men are connected with Valladolid. King -Philip II was born there. The Catholic monarchs, Ferdinand and Isabella, -were married there. Cervantes (s[~e]r-v[)a]n't[=e]z), the author of 'Don -Quixote' (d[+o]n k[+e]-h[=o]'t[+a]), that famous Spanish romance, -lived there; and Christopher Columbus died there." - - - _The Saucy Bonnet From Segovia_ - -"I am a bonnet, and I am very proud of myself because I am a beautiful -creation. I am also very proud to think that I was born in the marvelous -city of Segovia (s[+a]-g[=o]'vyae). - -"Segovia has a Roman aqueduct which is one of the most remarkable of its -kind in the world. It is sometimes called the Devil's Bridge, because a -legend tells that Satan built it in a single night. - -"There is also the famous Alcazar, an ancient castle set high upon a -sharp cliff. It was built in the eleventh century by King Alfonso VI. -Besides these marvels, Segovia has many fine churches and castles and -cathedrals. - -"How do I, a mere bonnet, know all these things? Ah, let me tell you -this: I am not only very handsome; I am extremely wise." - - * * * * * - -Next day Pilar brought Juan these souvenirs. But it was of no use. Juan -would not have any of them. He shook his head and told Pilar that he -could not rob her of her wonderful treasures. - -"You must bring me the old castanets, child," he said. "They are all -that I will take." - -Pilar begged and coaxed, but Juan was very stubborn. - -"No, child," he repeated, "These are too fine and valuable to sell. -Bring me the battered old castanets, for they have little value." - -Poor Pilar! She now sat weeping in her room--weeping silently so as not -to disturb her sick grandfather, who slept a great part of the day. - -She held the castanets in her hands and looked at them tenderly. Juan -had said that they possessed little value. Oh, but they did possess -value to Pilar, for she loved them. - -As to their real value, neither Pilar nor Juan could possibly guess. For -though the other souvenirs might bring more in money, the castanets -might well bring joy or grief to their owner. Or, at least, so it had -seemed to Pilar's ancestors. - -However, Pilar had given her word to Juan that she would bring them to -his shop tomorrow, and so she must. If only Juan had heard the terrible -tale of the castanets in old Granada (gr[.a]-nae'd[.a]), he would not -have held Pilar to her promise. - -[Illustration: GYPSIES, GRANADA] - - - - -CHAPTER V - -IN OLD GRANADA - -(A LEGEND OF THE CASTANETS) - - -Catalina was the many-times-great-granddaughter of Lira, the plump -little girl of ancient Cadiz. And to Catalina now belonged the magic -castanets. - -The Moors had taken Spain away from the savage Visigoths and had built -wonderful cities, palaces, and fortresses. One of these palaces was the -magnificent Alhambra, set high upon a hill above the city of Granada. - -It was here that Catalina danced before Boabdil (b[=o]'aeb-d[=e]l'), -Arab ruler of the great Alhambra. And to the romantic young girl this -beautiful "Red Castle" spelled fairy-land. - -[Illustration: GENERALIFE GARDENS, ALHAMBRA] - -She loved its sheltered courts, its walls of brightly colored tiles, its -patios of cypress trees and tinkling fountains. She loved the stately -arches, the graceful columns, and she also loved a handsome young Moor -named Hamet. He was a soldier in Boabdil's army. - -But while Catalina lived in a dream of happiness, all was not so perfect -with the Moorish ruler, Boabdil. The Christian monarchs, Ferdinand and -Isabella, had reconquered the kingdom of Granada. - -One night after Catalina had danced in one of the great halls, she met -Hamet in the Court of the Myrtles. The moon shone down upon a crystal -clear pool, and birds flew about the court like fluttering ghosts. - -The two young people lowered their voices as they spoke. Hamet told -Catalina of desperate battles in which the Moors were being overthrown -by the Christians. He seemed much disturbed. - -Finally he said, "Let us go where none can hear us. I have something -strange and terrible to tell you." - -He led her out upon a balcony where they stood looking down upon the -city of Granada. Its little white, square fairy cubicles seemed to be -lit up with stars that fell down from the sky. - -"It has been said," began Hamet in a low tone, "that the court -astrologer predicted the downfall of the kingdom under the reign of -Boabdil!" - -Catalina shrank back. What if her Hamet were to be taken away from her? -This was all she could think of, and the thought tortured her. She did -not consider the fate of her people. She considered only herself and -what she would do, were Hamet to leave her. - -A short time later, Granada did indeed fall before the Christian rulers. -And upon that fateful day when the palace was seized, Hamet was obliged -to ride away from Granada with Boabdil, his leader. - -Outside of the city, the vanquished Boabdil handed the keys of Granada -to King Ferdinand. Then he and his followers rode off into the hills. -The story goes that as they reached a certain hill, Boabdil stopped to -gaze down upon his beloved "Red Castle," which he would never see again. -And the Moor wept. - -His mother chided him, saying, "You do well to weep like a woman for -what you failed to defend like a man." - -The hill upon which this happened is still known as "The Last Sigh of -the Moor." - -But to go back to Catalina at the palace. Left alone without Hamet, she -did not sigh, nor did she weep. Oh, but she did storm and rage and stamp -her feet. - -[Illustration: BOABDIL SURRENDERING TO FERDINAND] - -Catalina's temper was well known in the palace. When a servant came to -summon her to dance before the new rulers, his knees shook with fright. - -"Fair d-dancer," he began, "w-will you c-come--?" - -"I will not!" screamed Catalina, and threw her shoe at him. - -Then the miserable girl sank down upon her couch and fell into a fit of -weeping. - -At twilight, Catalina stood upon that same balcony where Hamet had told -her what the court astrologer had predicted. All had come true, and the -conquest of Granada marked the end of Moorish power in Spain. - -To Catalina came the voice of the town be-low. The Sierra Nevada -Mountains raised their snowy tips, and the smell of little donkeys -mingled with mountain perfumes. - -[Illustration: GRANADA] - -One star shone, Moor-like, in the deep blue heaven. There was a fringe -of orange light where the sun had just gone to bed, leaving his rosy -night robe hanging on the sky. - -But Catalina saw none of this beauty. Her eyes and her heart were blind -with unreasonable rage. Fleeing from the balcony, she ran into the -Myrtle Court. - -Raising her pale little face to the fast-darkening sky, she cried, "I -shall never, never, never dance again!" - -With that, she threw her castanets into the deep pool in the center of -the court. They sank quickly to the bottom, down, down in a black -circle. The magic castanets! - -Not until several days later, when Catalina's temper had cooled, did she -suddenly remember the old verse which her grandmother had taught her: - - "_Castanets, with magic spell, - Never lose or give or sell; - If you do, then grief and strife - Will follow you through all your life._" - -What had she done? How could she have thrown away the magic castanets? - -Quickly Catalina returned to the Myrtle Court. A palace attendant -promised to search the pool for her. But when he did, the castanets were -nowhere to be found. - -The story goes that not until Catalina became a very old lady did she -recover the castanets. And then nobody rightly knows how it came about. - -But what we do know is that never again did Catalina see her sweetheart. -For a year after he had left her, Hamet was killed in the wars. - -If Catalina had not lost her temper, she would not have lost the magic -castanets. And if she had not lost the magic castanets--well, would her -story, perhaps, have been different? - - - - -CHAPTER VI - -ANOTHER VISIT TO JUAN - - -Several days passed before Pilar was able to leave her house and go to -Juan's shop--several anxious days. Because that night, her grandfather -had grown worse, and she had been obliged to call the doctor. - -The doctor had been coming every day since then, and Pilar could not -leave her grandfather's side. Neighbors had been kind, helping with food -and attentions. - -Now that her grandfather was better, Pilar realized that she must repay -those good neighbors. So this morning, as soon as the burning Spanish -sun arose, Pilar arose, too. - -She prepared her grandfather's breakfast and made him comfortable -in his bed. Then she drank her thick, sweet chocolate, and off she went -to Juan's shop, taking along the old wooden chest. - -Juan could not help smiling when he saw her enter, weighed down by her -huge burden. It looked to Juan as if the big chest should really have -been carrying the little girl. - -"Good morning, Senorita Pilar," he laughed. "And where is the chest -taking you today?" - -Pilar did not smile. Resting the chest upon the counter, she said, -"Grandfather has been very ill since last I saw you, Senor Juan." - -"Ah, I am sorry, child," said Juan. - -"But now he is much better," added Pilar more cheerfully, "And I have -brought you what I promised." - -"The castanets?" asked Juan, looking at her shrewdly. - -"More than the castanets, Senor Juan," answered the little girl. "For -they alone will not pay you for all the money I now need." - -She started to open the chest, and Juan started to shake his head. But -Pilar caught his arm, and her large, dark eyes pleaded pitifully. - -"Oh, take them, please, Senor Juan!" she cried. "For I need a great deal -of money! The doctor says that Grandfather will not be able to work for -a long time." - -She pulled out of the chest the Damascene knife from Toledo, the tall -comb from Barcelona, the faded fan from Valladolid, the ancient clock -from El Escorial, and the saucy bonnet from Segovia. - -"Here, take them, please, senor," she said. "And also--" She put her -hand inside the chest and drew out the magic castanets. "These, too," -she whispered, "for I promised." - -[Illustration: POTTERY SHOP, TRIANA] - -Juan looked at the old wooden clappers. Then he looked at Pilar. And -quite abruptly he turned around to the strong box where he kept his -money. He unlocked it and took out some paper bills. - -"Here, little Pilar," he said. "Here is the money for you and your -grandfather. I shall keep the knife and the clock and the fan, the comb, -and the bonnet. But--" He pushed away her hand which held the castanets. -"Keep those, since you love them so much." - -Pilar clasped the castanets to her heart and her face lit up like a -thousand candles. - -"Oh, Senor Juan!" she sighed. "You are so good!" - -Juan patted her shoulder. - -"It is all right, my child," he said. "And if, later on, you are in need -of more money, bring me the castanets. I can sell them to a dancing -master who would like to buy them. He is very fond of such antiques." - -Pilar did not answer right away. Then she said in a sober voice, "Before -I give up the castanets, Senor Juan, I shall first bring you all the -rest of my souvenirs. The castanets will be the very last to go. And how -I hope that I shall never, never have to part with them!" - -[Illustration: COURT OF DOLLS, ALCAZAR] - - - - -CHAPTER VII - -FOUR OLD PAINTINGS - - -The Moors said, "Three times three things a woman must have: white skin, -white teeth, and white hands; black eyes, black brows, and black lashes; -rosy lips, rosy cheeks, and rosy nails." - -Little Pilar had all of these. She was a Spanish beauty. But she was not -only beautiful; she was also useful. She could sew and cook and take -care of a house. - -If you had asked Pilar how she had learned to sew and to cook and to -take care of a house, she would have shrugged her shoulders and -answered, "I did not learn. I just knew." - -She just knew, as she knew how to dance. - -[Illustration: PILAR] - -But poor Pilar had not been able to join her dancing companions in the -gardens or the squares for many a day now. Her grandfather's health had -not improved very much, and Pilar could seldom leave him. - -As time went on, Pilar watched the money which Juan had given her -gradually disappear, and at last there was no more left. But fortunately -there were still souvenirs left in the chest, and these Pilar took to -Juan. Four of the remaining souvenirs were old paintings. - -When Juan saw them, he remarked, "These paintings are of four famous -people. Let me tell you their stories." - -These are the stories he told: - - - _Luis de Leon of Salamanca_ - -In the Middle Ages, when the University of Salamanca -(s[)a]l'[.a]-m[)a]ng'k[.a]) was one of the finest in Europe, there lived -a man named Luis de Leon. He was a friar. He was also one of Spain's -great poets and a professor at the university. - -One day as Fray Luis de Leon was teaching his class, he was seized and -thrown into prison. This was during the time of the inquisition, when -people were arrested for their religious beliefs. - -Fray Luis remained in prison for many years. When he returned to -Salamanca, everybody welcomed him, and all the important townspeople -came to the university to hear him make a speech. - -But Fray Luis did not make a speech. He faced the schoolroom full of his -pupils and others who had come to hear him, and, taking up the daily -lesson, he remarked simply, "As we were saying yesterday--" just as if -he had never been away! - -Salamanca sits upon the banks of the River Tormes (tor'm[=a]s) across an -old Roman bridge. It is a city of domes and spires, of quiet memories of -art and culture. - - - _St. Teresa of Avila_ - -Once upon a time, long, long ago, there lived in the town of Avila -(ae'v[+e]-lae) a little girl named Teresa. Often Teresa would read stories -to her brother. These stories were not about fairies, kings, and queens, -nor even robbers. They were about saints. - -Little Teresa wished very much to become a saint and to live in heaven. -So one day she and her brother set off for the country of the Moors. -Their reason for doing this was because they thought that they might be -beheaded. - -But this great pleasure was to be denied them. An uncle found them on -the road and brought them home. It is a blessing that he did and that -young Teresa was allowed to grow up. For she became a very holy woman, -who did much good in the world. - -The city of Avila seems to breathe the holiness of St. Teresa. It is -surrounded by a treeless desert and giant rocks. Its perfect Roman walls -clasp it tightly as if to safeguard its mystery and charm. - -[Illustration: SALAMANCA] - -Do you hear the ding-donging bells of the many churches? They carry one -off to dreamland. Do you hear the clink-clinking hoofs of the tiny -donkeys? They carry hens and roosters to market in crates upon their -backs. Avila is an old-fashioned town. - - - _The Cid of Valencia_ - -"Godfather, please give me a colt. You have so many. You will never miss -one." - -Rodrigo de Bivar (r[+o]-dr[=e]'g[=o] de bevaer') stood in the paddock -beside his godfather, Don Pedro, a priest of Burgos (b[=oo]r'g[=o]s). -They were watching the horses, mares, and their colts running wild. -How free and beautiful they were, with their lovely manes flowing in -the breeze! - -"You may choose the best for yourself, godson," said Don Pedro. - -Young Rodrigo's keen eyes followed each graceful young horse as it -passed. But he said nothing. He said nothing until an ugly, shaggy -little animal came by. - -Then he cried out, "This is the one I want, godfather!" - -His godfather gave him a look of disgust. - -"Babieca! (babie'ca) (Foolish one!)" he scolded. "This is indeed a -stupid choice!" - -[Illustration: ST. TERESA CONVENT, AVILA] - -Rodrigo was not dismayed. Smiling, he said, "Babieca shall be my horse's -name!" - -It was this same Babieca, or Booby, who carried Rodrigo de Bivar through -his many famous battles. It was Babieca, too, who is supposed to have -wept over his master when the great warrior-lord died. - -For young Rodrigo became Spain's most celebrated hero, the Cid, about -whom songs have been sung and tales have been spun. Many of these are, -of course, only romance and legend. But the Cid did indeed live and -triumph. - -One of his greatest victories was the conquest of that rich and -beautiful city, Valencia (v[.a]-l[)e]n'sh[)i]-[.a]), which is still -called Valencia del Cid. - - - _Columbus of--Where?_ - -"Please, a little food and shelter. We are very hungry and tired!" - -The man was Christopher Columbus, and the child, Diego, his son. Weary -and discouraged, they had arrived at the monastery of La Rabita. - -For a long time, Christopher Columbus had been trying to interest the -Spanish court in his scheme to sail across the unknown ocean. He -thought that by sailing west he would reach Asia. - -But the King and Queen were busy with their struggles against the Moors, -and they would not listen to him. - -The kind monks at the monastery of La Rabita sheltered Columbus and his -little son. They also gave heed to his eager hopes and plans, and at -last Prior Perez of the monastery wrote a letter to Queen Isabella. - -As we well know, Queen Isabella made it possible for Christopher -Columbus to sail across the ocean and discover America. But nobody yet -has really discovered Christopher Columbus. - -Where was he born? Some say in Italy, others, in northern Spain. Perhaps -Columbus was a Jew who changed his religion and nationality. This could -well have been, because at that time the Jews in Spain were being -tortured and sent away from their country. - -When Columbus returned from his famous voyage, he was received in -Barcelona by King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella. They made him Lord High -Admiral of the Ocean Sea and Hereditary Viceroy of the New World. - -But after the death of the Queen, Columbus was badly treated by King -Ferdinand, and he died in poverty and despair at a miserable inn. - - * * * * * - -When Juan had finished telling the stories about the four paintings, -Pilar asked, "Will you buy them from me, Senor Juan?" - -Juan answered, "Yes, if you really must sell them, Pilar. But I wish -that you might keep them, for they are very fine." - -"I need the money," said Pilar simply. - -"Then why not let me sell those ugly castanets?" inquired Juan. "The -dancing master will willingly pay for them." - -"No, no!" cried Pilar. "They shall be the last to go." - -So Juan took the four paintings and gave Pilar money for them. And now -there remained in the wooden chest only three souvenirs. One was a -bottle of old wine, one a small dagger, and one the magic castanets. - - - - -CHAPTER VIII - -FIESTA - - -Fiestas (fy[)e]s'taes) (festivals) and fairs are the joy of the Spanish -people. Some are held upon saints' days. In Spain one celebrates the -birthday of the saint for whom one is named. - -Tonight there was a fiesta in Triana, which is across the bridge from -Seville. It is where the gypsies live. - -Pilar was on her way to Triana with a group of her friends. She was -dressed in her dancing costume. She wanted to dance and use her magic -castanets. This would be the last time she could do so. For of all her -mother's souvenirs, only the castanets were now left. And tomorrow-- - -[Illustration: PILAR IN HER COSTUME] - -But Pilar did not like to think about that tomorrow. Juan had sold -everything else out of the wooden chest. Everything else had gone, even -the wooden chest itself--gone to pay for food and medicines. - -He had sold the very old bottle of sherry wine, which had come from a -well-known cellar of Jerez (h[+a]-r[=a]th'), once called Scheriz. - -In this cellar there is a cluster of huge barrels, upon which are -written noted names, such as the Prince of Wales' and our own -President's. They contain wines made in the year of each person's birth. - -A family of well-trained mice lives in this cellar. When the attendant -rings a bell and scatters bread upon the floor, these tiny creatures run -out from behind the barrels. - -Juan had also sold the small dagger of Moorish design. It had come from -the town of Cordoba (kor'd[+o]-vae), once an important center. The famous -Mosque of Cordoba, with its striped arches, was built by the Moors. But -it has since been made into a Christian church. - -King Charles V is supposed to have said to the Christian builders, "You -have built what can be found anywhere, but you have spoiled what cannot -be found anywhere else. - -[Illustration: THE MOSQUE, CORDOBA] - -Cordoba is a white city of twisting streets. There are golden knobs upon -some of the doors; ragged beggars fill the streets; and children seem to -grow in doorways. - -One sees in Cordoba those broad-brimmed hats which belong to that part -of Spain called Andalucia (aen'dae-l[=oo]-th[=e]'ae). - -[Illustration: ANDALUSIAN HAT] - -A legend tells how Andalucia received its name. Every saint in heaven -had been given a spot over which to rule--every one, except poor little -Saint Lucia. So she searched the world for a country, but most of the -world had already been taken by other saints. - -One day, however, she came to a land of sunshine and flowers, with which -she was delighted. She asked if she might have it for her own, and a -mysterious voice answered and said to her, "Anda, Lucia! (Go there, -Lucia!)" - -And that is why, the legend tells, this sunny part of Spain is called -Andalucia. - -Seville, too, is in Andalucia; and now let us go back to Seville and to -Pilar. - -Tonight Pilar had left her grandfather for the first time in many -evenings. A neighbor had kindly offered to stay with him while she went -to the fiesta. Pilar's heart had been crying out for music and dancing. - -Across the bridge, over the Guadalquivir (gwae'd[)a]l-kw[)i]v'[~e]r) -River, went the crowd of young people. They passed the Torre del Oro -(tor'r[+a] d[)e]l [=o]'r[=o]) (Tower of Gold), where treasure once was -stored. - -In Triana there are many pottery shops; also there is a large American -olive factory. It is said that the best olives are grown in sight of the -Giralda Tower, which is in Seville. - -At the fiesta, music and song filled the air. Lanterns were strung from -poles. Booths lined the square. Nuts and fruits and cakes were sold. -There were small wagons where men fried long, golden cakes like the -doughnut. - -[Illustration: A FIELD NEAR CORDOBA] - -Shawls, laces, paintings, toys, and fans for sale. Merry-go-rounds, -sideshows, dancing, and more dancing. Pilar and her friends whirled -about, kicking their legs, pointing their toes, rolling their eyes, and -rippling their castanets. - -At last, tired, but filled with rhythm and harmony, the group started -for home. - -After Pilar had left the fiesta, however, somebody asked about her. That -somebody was a great dancing master. - -He asked, "Who was that little beauty in the white costume trimmed with -green? She played a pair of golden-voiced castanets. Where does she -live? I should like to have her as my pupil." - -[Illustration: A DOUGHNUT STAND] - -But nobody in Triana knew where Pilar lived, and, of course, her name is -a common one in Spain. - -On the way home, Pilar's spirits began to fall. She began to think of -having to part with her precious castanets. How she wished that there -might be some other way of--! - -Suddenly she remembered Tony--Tony, the boy who had played bullfight -with Juan years ago. It was weeks now since Juan had sent the old red -cape to America and had written to Tony. - -Juan had said that Tony was rich and generous and that he would help -Pilar and her grandfather because he would remember Pilar's mother. But -Pilar had begun to wonder whether Tony really would. - -When she reached home, all the excitement of the fiesta had worn away. -She was very unhappy. Tomorrow she must give up the castanets. Juan had -said that he could sell them to a dancing master, who paid handsomely -for antiques. - -Pilar started to undress. She unpinned the brooch that fastened her -costume at the throat. And all at once, her face lit up with a wonderful -new idea. - -She would take this brooch to Juan tomorrow. It was her own, part of her -dancing costume. But she would far rather part with it than with her -mother's castanets. - -The brooch was a small painting called a miniature. It was the likeness -of young Prince Alfonso, the brother of Queen Isabella of Spain. - -Pilar hurried off to bed. And while she sleeps, let us listen to the -"Mystery of the Young Prince." - - - - -CHAPTER IX - -THE MYSTERY OF THE YOUNG PRINCE - - -Alfonso was only a boy. But some day he would be king, for he was next -in line to his brother, King Henry. After him came his sister, Isabella, -a beautiful little girl, earnest and thoughtful. - -Alfonso felt himself to be Isabella's knight and protector. He had -learned to ride and to use his sword like a true Spanish cavalier. - -One day at twilight Isabella sat at the window, embroidering a Moorish -design upon a bit of gold cloth. Alfonso, his studies over for the day, -was reading to her. - -Better than anything else, the Prince loved to read--which may have been -the reason for what happened later--at least, for what is supposed to -have happened. For nobody rightly knows the truth of the bitter story. - -As the two children sat together, enjoying the happiest moment of their -day, one of the King's spies secretly watched and listened. - -He heard the Princess Isabella say, "Enough of that for now, Alfonso. -Come. Read my favorite book." - -Alfonso put down the book which he had been reading, and the spy noted -well its title, "The Odyssey ([)o]d'[)i]-s[)i])." He also had noted -something else. Always before the Prince turned a page, he first -moistened his finger with his tongue. - -Squinting his eyes, the spy smiled wickedly to himself and stole away. - -Several nights later, this same spy crept into the Prince's chamber -and, feeling cautiously about, he at last found what he sought. It was a -book, "The Odyssey." - -Working with agile fingers, he opened the book, and upon each page he -smeared a deadly poison. Then he returned the book to its place and left -the room as quietly as he had entered. - -Now trouble and discontent filled the country. Some of the people were -not pleased with King Henry, and they wanted to place young Alfonso upon -the throne. - -The Prince and his sister began to live through turbulent times, and -their peaceful hours together were over. Alfonso was thrown into prison, -then suddenly freed again, to become an important figure in the kingdom. - -He was told that soon he would be crowned king, for the rebels were -going to overthrow his brother Henry. Whispered plans, secret schemes -stirred in the air like poisonous insects. And the poisoned book lay -where the spy had left it. The Prince found little time for reading. - -[Illustration: AVILA] - -But today he had managed to meet his sister, and the two were very happy -to be together again for an hour of quiet reading. - -Alfonso picked up the book, "The Odyssey," but Isabella said, "No, -not that one, Alfonso. Today let us hear this most interesting novel. It -tells why the wind blows, why we smell and taste and hear, all in the -form of a story." - -She smiled and handed him the other book. Good-naturedly Alfonso put -down "The Odyssey." Had he but known it, he put from him death! - -Soon afterwards, the prince was again torn from his sister, this time to -live through one of the most dramatic events in his stormy young life. - -One day a splendid procession made its way into the town of Avila. Among -the cavaliers rode Prince Alfonso. His horse richly decked, he sat -stiffly upon the saddle, clothed in armor. His boyish face was grave and -stern. - -As he passed, the people cried out, "Long live King Alfonso!" - -A throne had been erected out upon the plains. On this throne sat what -appeared to be a king. He held a scepter, and the crown upon his head -gleamed brightly in the sun. - -But as the cavalcade drew closer, it was seen that the figure had fallen -over on its side like a sawdust doll. And indeed, that is just what it -was--a scarecrow, made to represent King Henry. - -The Prince and his followers stood upon the platform. A colorful crowd -had gathered about them--monks in brown, monks in white and black, lords -in bright-hued mantles, Moors with turbans on their heads, peasants, -beggars, young and old. - -Bugles rang out, and drums rolled. The little Prince stood, proudly -royal, in his armor. His blond hair showed under the visor which had -been pushed back from his head. - -Then the Archbishop snatched the crown from the head of the scarecrow -king and roared, "Thus lose the royal dignity which you have guarded -ill." - -And one of the cavaliers roughly kicked the figure off its throne. There -were cries and shouts and some gasps of horror. Alfonso was seated upon -the throne and crowned King of Avila. - -Petty wars, robberies, and murders followed. Part of the country was in -favor of King Henry, while the rebels supported Alfonso. A terrible -battle took place in Toledo. Houses were burned and people massacred. - -A few days later, Alfonso arrived in the town. - -Those who had burned and massacred bowed down to the young king, saying, -"We will fight for your cause if you will approve this massacre." - -[Illustration: PARK IN MADRID, STATUE OF KING ALFONSO] - -Alfonso replied, "God forbid that I should approve such horrors!" - -The next thing he knew, Alfonso's country was plunged into war. The -rebels were to meet the King's men in conflict. - -The night before the battle Alfonso, rest-less and unhappy, paced his -chamber. Why must men fight? Why must they kill one another? The Prince -loved power; but better than power, he loved peace. - -Wherever he went, he always took along some of his books. Now upon the -table lay several, and among them was "The Odyssey." Alfonso laid his -hand upon his favorite work and was about to take it up when he let it -fall again. - -No, he could not read tonight. His heart was too heavy. He missed his -sister and, too, he kept thinking of their future--a stormy prospect. -For Isabella no doubt would be forced to marry some distasteful noble. -And he? With enemies upon all sides, if he were not killed in war, he -might well be murdered in his sleep. - -Next day in full armor, his sword drawn, the boy King of Avila went out -to meet his foe. Fighting bravely, by his soldiers, it is said that he -was last to leave the battle. - -[Illustration: BURGOS CATHEDRAL] - -There came a time when Alfonso set forth upon a journey, accompanied by -a group of nobles. Among his traveling companions were several of the -King's followers, one of them that same spy who had smeared poison upon -the leaves of Alfonso's book. - -As evening overtook the party of travelers, they drew rein in the town -of Cardenosa, and planned to stop there for the night. - -As usual, Alfonso had brought along his books. But too often had his -enemies been disappointed, so now they planned a trick. It was a trick -which would force the Prince into their cruel trap. - -They removed all but one of Alfonso's books from his chamber. The one -left was placed in plain view upon the table. It was "The Odyssey." - -Wondering what had become of the others, but too weary to find out, the -Prince settled himself to read before retiring for the night. As he -opened the book he smiled, remembering Isabella and how she had always -urged him to read something else. - -Well, tonight he might do as he pleased, for he was quite alone. Tonight -he might read "The Odyssey," which he had not opened for so long. - -Page after page he turned with a finger moistened by his tongue. And an -hour passed. - -Late during the night, a messenger rode madly into the town of Segovia -where the Princess Isabella was living. - -"The King of Avila is dying!" the messenger gasped. "He calls for his -sister, the Princess Isabella!" - -Isabella rode furiously through the night and when she reached -Cardenosa, she was met by the Archbishop of Toledo. He held out his hand -to her, and in his face there was pity and grief. Before he even told -her, Isabella knew that her beloved brother was dead. - -[Illustration: MIRAFLORES MONASTERY, BURGOS] - -Some claimed that enemies had given him poisoned fish. Others believed -that he had died of a fever. Still others told the story which you have -just heard. But whether or not it is true will remain a mystery forever. - -There is a wonderful cathedral in Burgos, whose Gothic spires point -upward like lace fingers. They point to a hill above the city, upon -which rests the Miraflores Chapel. - -Inside this chapel is a beautiful statue of a boy. He wears a royal -mantle and kneels before a praying desk. The boy is Alfonso. - -When Henry died, it was the earnest little Isabella who became queen. -Today in the Cathedral of Granada--that white and gold and silver -cathedral--are the tombs of Queen Isabella and her husband, King -Ferdinand. - -They are carved of marble, and Isabella's pillow sinks down deeper than -Ferdinand's with the weight of her head. They say that this is because -her head held more brains than his. - -We know she was a wise, good queen and we love her because she helped -Christopher Columbus and listened to his dreams. - -[Illustration: TOMBS OF FERDINAND AND ISABELLA, GRANADA CATHEDRAL] - -But just suppose Alfonso had not died. Suppose, instead, that he had -lived and ruled. Do you believe Alfonso would have listened to Columbus' -dreams and understood as did his sister Isabella? And, had he not, where -should we be today? - - - - -CHAPTER X - -A STOUT SWEETHEART - - -The sale of the Prince Alfonso brooch brought Pilar and her grandfather -enough to live on for a week. Then once more Pilar was faced with having -to give up the castanets. - -Juan seemed eager to have them now. He said that the great dancing -master had shown much interest in them. - -This dancing master was the same one who had inquired about Pilar at the -fiesta that night in Triana, though Juan, of course, did not know it. - -At last the fatal day arrived when Pilar could no longer delay her visit -to Juan's shop. What she would do after this last sale she had no idea. -Unless her grandfather's health improved so that he might work again, -things looked black for both of them. - -Pilar went out onto the balcony of her house. Girl-draped balconies are -as natural in Spain as donkey-dotted roads and child-filled doorways. - -Pilar gazed down on the street. The morning was golden. Church bells -clanged, and a knife grinder was piping on an Arab reed. A broom-maker -squatted on the pavement across the way. - -Pilar's eyes were full of tears as she took up the castanets and went -with them into her grandfather's room. - -"I am going out, Grandfather," she said. - -But she mentioned nothing about selling the castanets. She could not -trust herself to speak. However, her grandfather saw them in her hands, -and his old eyes brightened. - -[Illustration: GIRL-DRAPED BALCONIES] - -"Some day I shall tell you--stories--about--those--" he breathed. "Your -mother--loved--them--" - -"Do not talk now, Grandfather. It will tire you," said Pilar. - -She wanted to be off, to have it all over with as quickly as possible. -She knew that if her grandfather told her a story about the castanets, -it would be even harder to part with them. Poor Pilar! If she had -listened to just one of those legends, she would not have dared to sell -the wooden clappers. - -"Good-bye, dear Grandfather." - -She kissed him and left. - -As she opened the gate that led out of the small court of their house, -she ran into a stout, grinning boy. - -"Oh, Pepe!" cried Pilar. "When did you get back?" - -All summer Pepe had been away on a journey. Now here he was home again -to follow and annoy Pilar. - -Pepe liked to make believe that he was a cavalier. He liked to imitate -his older brothers. For in Spain a man courts his lady in a very -romantic way. He stands outside her window at night, and sometimes he -sings love songs to her. - -This funny, stout little Pepe often met Pilar at school and walked home -with her. Once he had even tried to sing under her window. But a -neighbor thought it was a tomcat howling and threw a bucket of water on -his head. - -Today Pilar was in no mood to be followed about. Today was a bitter day -in her life. For this time there was no more hope of keeping the -castanets. She knew that at last she must really give them up to Juan. - -She started to walk on ahead of Pepe. But he followed her. - -He puffed as he jogged along behind her, calling out, "Wait for me, -Pilar. I have much to tell you. I have been to far-away places. Ho! -Listen, Pilar. I have been to Algeciras ([)a]l'j[+e]-s[=e]'r[.a]s) -and to the Rock of Gibraltar." - -Pilar thought Pepe himself looked like the Rock of Gibraltar. She had -seen pictures of the great, solid rock. It belongs to England, and just -across Gibraltar Bay is the lazy little Spanish seaport town of -Algeciras. - -Pilar usually liked to listen to Pepe's tales of his travels. The boy's -father often took him away to places where they saw interesting and -curious sights. - -[Illustration: GIBRALTAR] - -But today it was impossible to pay attention. She tried to get away from -Pepe and walked faster and faster. - -He followed doggedly, breaking into a gallop and crying out in little -gasps, "Hi! But listen, Pilar." - -And so eager was he to reach her that he did not notice where he was -going, and all of a sudden--pff! bang! He had crashed into a man wearing -what looked like a ballet skirt of tin cans. They were milk cans. - -They shot in all directions. The man began to scold Pepe and to wave his -arms about. A crowd gathered, and in the noise and excitement, Pilar -escaped from her stout little sweetheart. - -Seville's great cathedral was just across the street--a massive giant, -squatting in the sun. Pilar went inside. It was cool and peaceful there. -Works of art filled the vast church--paintings, fine carvings, and the -stately tomb of Christopher Columbus. - -Pilar knelt before the altar, where a curious ceremony takes place every -year. This ceremony is called "The Dance of the Six Boys." - -Pilar prayed, her eyes closed, her lips moving. And clasped to her -heart were the castanets--the magic castanets, about which another -legend was woven--a legend around this very Dance of the Six. - -[Illustration: ALHAMBRA] - - - - -CHAPTER XI - -DANCE OF THE SIX - -(A LEGEND OF THE CASTANETS) - - -The chorus had been sung, and now they were dancing to the steady, -clicking rhythm of their castanets. It was a dignified dance, done by -young boys wearing silken pages' costumes and wide, plumed hats. - -Everybody felt the solemn beauty of the ceremony, and a hushed reverence -had fallen over the cathedral. Two old people, a woman with a black -shawl thrown over her head and an old man with a tanned, leathery face, -sat silently weeping. - -Fernando, their son, moved among those graceful figures beneath the -altar. He was a part of the royal Dance of the Six, called the -Sevillana. - -How proud were these old people of their son Fernando! How happy to know -that, each year, he would take his place in this age-old ceremony of -their forefathers, in the dance which had been performed for centuries -in Seville's cathedral! - -For in the far distant past, the Pope, hearing about the Sevillana, -wished to see for himself what sort of dance it was. In those days, it -would have been considered shocking for girls to dance before the Pope. -So six boys were taught the steps of the Sevillana and taken to the -Vatican in Rome. - -Here they danced, dressed in their beautiful silken costumes. The Pope -was so well pleased that he granted permission to use this dance during -certain ceremonies at the cathedral. But the privilege was to last only -so long as the boys' costumes lasted. - -[Illustration: DANCE OF THE SIX, SEVILLE CATHEDRAL] - -Today these costumes are still in use. But what a deal of patching and -mending must have taken place during those hundreds of years! - -When the dance was over, Fernando went into his room and pulled off his -quaint, plumed hat. The reverent little dancer had changed to a furious, -red-faced youth. He threw the hat down on the floor in a fit of anger. - -"Never!" he cried. "Never will I dance it again!" - -His sister Maria stood trembling at the door. - -"Do not say that, Fernando," she begged. "Think of our parents. You -would break their hearts were you never to dance in the cathedral again. -These past three days have been for them the happiest of their lives." - -"I shall never dance again," repeated Fernando firmly. "It is girls' -work, and I am a boy. I shall run away and work with men--and be a man!" - -Fernando picked up his castanets, which had fallen to the floor. - -"Miguel will take my place in the chorus," he said. "I shall have no -more use for these castanets, and so I shall give them--" - -"No! No!" cried Fernando's sister. She ran over to him and caught him by -the arm. "You must never give away those castanets. Surely you have -heard about their magic power and the legends attached to them. Ill luck -to him who loses or gives away--" - -"Nonsense!" scoffed Fernando. "I do not believe such tales. They are old -women's twaddle!" - -"Perhaps," agreed his sister. "Yet remember what our grandmother -once told us. She said that the castanets have always been a power for -good. And whenever we do things which we should not do, they bring -misfortune to us and to our family." - -Then she recited: - - "_Castanets, with magic spell, - Never lose or give or sell; - If you do, then grief and strife - Will follow you through all your life._" - -"Yes, I know," said Fernando shortly. "But," and he grinned, "I shall -change that verse to: - - '_Castanets, you have no spell; - If I lose or give or sell, - I shall live in manly strife, - Not be a sissy all my life!_'" - -One night many years later, this same Fernando, now a man, glided -along in a boat on a river near the border of France. With him were -several other men, and all of them were smugglers. - -Fernando had long lived in the Pyrenees (p[)i]r'[+e]-n[=e]z) Mountains. -He had joined a band of people who secretly smuggled forbidden goods -from Spain to France in the dead of night. They led a dangerous life -and were always in fear of the customs men. - -As their boat now moved gently along the water, Fernando's companions -slept. All night they had labored, and they were weary. But Fernando -could not sleep. Somehow his thoughts kept taking him to Seville, to his -parents and his sister Maria. What had become of them? - -In all these years he had heard no word from them, and until now, he had -barely given them a thought. But tonight--How strange that they should -creep into his mind! - -A shot rang out hideously. The customs men were after them! Another -shot! And another and another! One by one, the smugglers in the little -boat crumpled where they sat. Then the small craft itself began to -sink--down, down. - -All was silent upon the surface of the water. All was silent for a long -time, and then Fernando, holding to a floating board, slowly raised his -head. - -The morning had begun to dawn over the Spanish Pyrenees. A hoarse church -bell rang out. Fernando looked about him. The customs' men had gone back -to France. The smugglers, too, had gone, but not to France; to the -bottom of the river. - -Fernando swam to shore, and the next day he set off for Seville. He had -one aim: to find his family and to try to make up for the heartache he -had caused them. - -But Fernando was never to see his parents again. Long since the old -people had died, and only his sister Maria remained. He found her living -in a poor and squalid alley. Yet when he walked into her shabby room, -she did not seem in the least surprised to see him. - -"I knew that you would come back, Fernando," she said quietly. "I -expected you." - -Puzzled, he started to speak, but she silenced him. - -Then thrusting her hand inside her blouse, she drew out the magic -castanets, saying, "They were brought back to me, Fernando!" - -Fernando stood fixed to the spot, his eyes upon the old clappers, which -he had given away so many years ago in a fit of boyish rage. Then a -sudden curious idea occurred to him. - -"When were they returned to you?" he asked Maria. - -She told him, and he knew then that it had been upon the very same night -when his life had been spared, out there upon those dangerous -waters--the very same night when he had been thinking so earnestly of -his family. - -His sister listened while he told her of his many adventures as a -smuggler. He promised to give it all up, to help her, and to become an -honest man. - -"For," he ended, laughing, "there is an old Basque saying, 'If a -smuggler is an honest man, then legends are the truth.'" - -"But surely, Fernando," said his sister, "you must believe in the -legends of the castanets after what has happened to us." - -Fernando shook his head. - -"I believe only in the power for good," he replied. - -Some years later, Fernando had a little son of his own who danced in -the cathedral of Seville. And do you see those two old people who sit -there watching, solemn-eyed and happy? - -They are Fernando and his wife, and they are very proud that their boy -is taking his place in this age-old ceremony of their forefathers. - - - - -CHAPTER XII - -PILAR'S GRANDFATHER REMEMBERS - - -After Pilar went out, her grandfather lay thinking. Somehow the old man -felt better today. He did not fall asleep as soon as Pilar left the -house. - -He began to wonder where she had gone and why she had taken the -castanets with her. He knew that she had been obliged to sell many of -her mother's souvenirs, so that they might live. But he hoped that soon -he would be able again to provide for his granddaughter and himself. - -"Suppose Pilly has gone out to sell the castanets," he thought. - -The idea frightened him. Yet he tried to tell himself that he was just a -foolish old man, to believe in a fairy tale about the charm of a pair -of castanets. - -Still he could not help remembering the legends which had been handed -down through his family. - -He lay dreaming, and before him passed the days when Pilar's mother had -been young. Her name had been Carmen Pilar Innocentia Gonzales, but she -had been known as "Carmen, the Little Spanish Dancer." - -As a little girl, she had been just such a graceful dancer as Pilar. And -one day a great teacher from Madrid had seen her and had taken her away -to study in the capital. - -But before that, she had spent much time on the streets of Seville. Her -father could still see her playing there with her little friend Tony, -who had lived next door. - -Tony and his comrades had often staged a bullfight. Tony would be the -brave torero (t[+o]-r[=a]'r[=o]) or fighter, while all the neighbors -would gather round to watch the sport. - -When Tony would plunge his make-believe sword into the make-believe -bull, everyone would cheer loudly. - -[Illustration: BOYS PLAYING BULLFIGHT] - -Bullfighting is still Spain's favorite sport, though recently football -has arrived there. The Spanish call it "futbol," and it has become very -popular. - -But Tony had always wanted to be a torero. Pilar's grandfather lay -smiling as he thought of that same Tony, now a wealthy tobacco merchant -living in America. He was far from being a bullfighter today. - -However, when Pilar's mother, Carmen, grew older, she had been courted -by a young man who was a bullfighter. The memory of this young man -brought to mind again the fear of losing the castanets. - -For Pilar's grandfather recalled a very real and dramatic story about -Carmen and Pedro, the young torero. - -[Illustration: BULLFIGHT, MADRID] - - - - -CHAPTER XIII - -BULLFIGHT IN MADRID - -(A LEGEND OF THE CASTANETS) - - -In the opera, "Carmen," a girl who works in a cigarette factory of -Seville, is loved by a torero, or bullfighter. - -The Carmen of this story did not work in a cigarette factory. She was a -dancer. But she, too, had an admirer who was a torero. His name was -Pedro. - -In a few days Pedro was going to fight in a most important corrida, or -bullfight, in the city of Madrid. He was going to fight a very fierce -and savage bull. But, strange to say, Pedro did not want to kill that -bull. - -Now, as a general rule, toreros would rather kill bulls than be killed -by them, for which you cannot blame the toreros. - -In this case, however, it was different. Pedro's father had raised this -great bull, Rey, and Pedro was very fond of the animal. In a few days he -was expected to go into the arena and kill his pet. - -Often Pedro took his little friend Carmen to visit Rey, who lived in a -field outside the city. Today they had come out for the last time before -the famous bullfight was to take place. - -Both were very sad. Carmen, too, had grown to love Rey, and the big -creature seemed fond of her. - -Sometimes the girl would practice upon her castanets out in the field. -And always when Rey heard the clicking song of the instruments, he would -come up close to the young couple and stand quietly listening. - -Do you wonder that this was a sorrowful day in the lives of Carmen and -Pedro? - -"If only we could think of some way to save him!" sighed Carmen. - -She and Pedro sat upon a fence in the field. Around them rose mountains, -hazy in the sun. Small stone houses cuddled among old scrub oak trees. - -Suddenly Pedro's eyes sparkled. "I have it!" he cried. "I have a plan! -Do you remember the bull whose life was saved during a bullfight, -because he came to his owner when he was called?" - -Carmen nodded. She remembered well. All Spain had heard of it. - -"Then why should not Rey, too, be given this chance?" asked Pedro. "Why -should he not be spared if he answers a call?" - -"But who will call him?" asked Carmen. - -"You," answered Pedro. "You, with your castanets." - -"Like this," said Carmen, and she started to play. - -Softly she played, then more and more loudly, until the great bull -appeared at the other end of the field. He stood looking at the boy and -the girl and, all at once, he started toward them, like a big, friendly -dog. - -"You see!" exclaimed Pedro joyfully. "Now on Sunday, when I am fighting -with him in the arena, you, from the audience, will play your castanets -as you just did. If he turns and goes to you, I am sure that the judges -will spare his life." - -"This is a wonderful plan, Pedro," smiled the lovely little Carmen. "And -I am certain that it will succeed, because, you see--" She hesitated for -a moment. Then she continued, "Because these castanets are enchanted!" - -"Enchanted?" Pedro laughed. "That cannot be! Yet when you play them, -it is I who am enchanted, my Carmen!" - -Carmen did not laugh, however. She looked down soberly at her castanets. - -"Legends are told in our family," she said, "about the magic power of -these castanets. Whenever one of us has lost or sold or given them away, -misfortune has overtaken us." - -Whereupon, she recited this verse: - - "_Castanets, with magic spell, - Never lose or give or sell; - If you do, then grief and strife - Will follow you through all your life._" - -"Then whatever happens, do not lose them before next Sunday," warned -Pedro, smiling. - -As the young couple arose to go, Carmen gave a start. - -"Did you see a figure sneak out from behind that tree and -disappear?" she asked Pedro. - -"No, I did not," he answered. "And you are full of mystery today, little -Carmen!" He was laughing at her again. "Come. Let us go home now before -you see a ghost." - -But Carmen had been right. There had indeed been a figure behind that -tree--someone with very sharp ears, who had listened to all they had -said. - -He was no mystery--this figure--but a very real person. He was another -torero, jealous of Pedro, who had won the love of Carmen--jealous, too, -because Pedro had won popularity as a fighter, while he had not. - -Carmen thought she recognized this man. Yet she was not altogether sure, -and on the way home, Pedro talked her out of her fears. - -Happily they started toward Madrid, unaware of the terrible plan which -this jealous torero was beginning to lay. - -[Illustration: MADRID] - -On they drove through a flat land of many vineyards. They passed small -white houses with tiled hats on, and a village cut out of the landscape -by a lazy hand and colored carelessly. Soon they entered Madrid. - -Madrid is a modern city of tram cars and toots and traffic. In the -summer time, Madrid is like a faded, old duchess, who clicks her fan and -squats in the sun. She is dressed in handsome plazas, fountains, and -parks. - -But should you chance to walk into a narrow side street, you might catch -Madrid in her alley mood. Then she is a simple peasant. - -Madrid is the capital, center, and heart of Spain. Pedro, the torero, -had lived there all his life. But little Carmen had only recently -arrived in the big city. - -Upon the Sunday of Pedro's great bullfight, Carmen awoke early. Her -heart pounded with excitement. Today she and her magic castanets were to -try to save the life of Pedro's beloved Rey. - -But suppose Rey would not listen to her? Suppose he would not come to -her when she played? The noisy arena would be far different from the -quiet fields where she was accustomed to calling him. He would be -frightened, furious, and fierce. - -Bullfights do not start until four o'clock in the afternoon. Then the -sun is getting ready to go to bed, and Spaniards are getting up from -their siestas, or naps. - -Carmen drove to the bullfight with Pedro's mother. - -As they passed the Prado (prae'd[=o]), Madrid's beautiful art gallery, -Carmen thought, "This Prado is a heaven of art, while the corrida, -only a few blocks away, is a hades of suffering!" - -She began to worry. And what girl would not have worried? For no matter -how brave a torero may be, it is never certain that he will come out of -the arena alive. Why, even Rey, his own pet, might today take Pedro's -life! - -[Illustration: _From a Painting by Goya_ -DONA ISABEL CORBO DE PORCEL] - -Trough the many fine streets of Madrid they drove, and at last they -reached the bull ring. Crowds were swarming in through the gates of the -big, round arena. Carmen and Pedro's mother, silent and sad-faced, made -their way to their box. - -The old lady wore a tall comb in her hair and a lace mantilla over it. -She opened her fan with a click and started to fan herself. Carmen did -the same, as, indeed, everyone else was doing. The sun had been very -slow about going to bed. - -Over on the opposite side of the arena, the poor people sat in the sun, -because those seats were cheaper. There was an air of excitement. The -band played the "Toreador's (t[)o]r'[+e]-ae-dor') Song" from "Carmen," -and then the fight began. - -There were five toreros and five bulls before Pedro's turn came. Pedro -was to be last on the program. - -Everything seemed to swim before Carmen's eyes during the performances -of these other men and bulls. The whole thing was a sea of fluttering -fans, sickly blue light, and waving red cloaks. - -Then at last Pedro entered the ring. How big and handsome he looked in -his colorful costume! He carried the red cape with which he was going to -tease the bull. - -But before that time, the bull would first be angered by men with sharp -sticks and by other men on horseback. - -Look! The gate is swinging open now, and here is Rey! Snorting, rolling -his fine eyes, the magnificent creature gallops into the center of the -arena and stands, bewildered. - -Suddenly Carmen cannot look to see her dear friend tortured. She hides -her eyes, her delicate little white hands held in front of her face. - -But when she hears the crowd yelling, "Pedro! Pedro! Ole! Ole!" she -knows that she must uncover her eyes, for soon it will be her turn to -act. - -A cry from the crowd. The bull has charged and has caught young Pedro by -the coat. But Pedro is quick. He finds his feet and twists himself to -safety. The crowd cheers loudly. - -Backward and forward he dances like a graceful reed, playing with the -great beast, and the crowd are wild at his skill. Some throw their hats -into the ring. - -But Carmen sees the fury and the pain in Rey's eyes. He is wounded. He -is frantic. She knows that now her turn has really come and she must -call to him with her castanets. There is no time to lose. - -[Illustration: BULLFIGHT, MADRID] - -Oh, will he remember those peaceful fields and come to her when she -plays? For if he does, it has been arranged that he shall live. - -But should he not, the end must be the same with Rey as with every other -bull in every other fight. Pedro will have to plunge a dagger into the -head of his friend. - -"Oh, let us win!" prays little Carmen, and she opens her bag where she -keeps her castanets. - -The magic castanets are gone! - -For a moment the world turns around in a crazy whirl. Fear clutches -sharply at Carmen's heart. The beast is blind with rage. Soon Pedro will -be obliged to make the final dagger thrust or--! - -What must Pedro think? That she, his faithful little Carmen, has -betrayed him and Rey? - -Where are the castanets? Carmen knows well that she brought them with -her. Someone has stolen them. - -Suddenly Carmen remembers the figure she saw behind the tree that day in -the meadow. - -Down there, close to the fence, she sees the same man! It is the jealous -torero. - -He passes by, his set face wickedly content, and to Carmen's keen ears -comes a familiar sound. From the man's pocket, faint, yet unmistakable, -she hears the click of her castanets. - -Carmen is out of her seat, past the guards, and inside that dangerous -arena. A gasp goes through the audience--a horrified shudder. But -Carmen, her black eyes snapping, is as dangerous now as any wild bull. - -She has caught the man by the arm, swung him around, and snatched from -his pocket her castanets. - -Now she stands very still. With her small body drawn up straight and -taut, she begins to play. - -Pedro is fighting desperately. But everybody knows that soon it must be -man or beast. The torero must kill or be killed. The audience is -breathless. - -Carmen's castanets sing shrilly, with a rolling trill, and, all at once, -Rey lifts his massive head and listens. The call is sweet. It speaks to -him of pleasant things. - -What shall he do? Obey that call and follow? Or shall he stay and fight -it out with all his sharp-horned strength until the end? - -A frenzied murmur issues from the crowd. Slowly the people rise together -in their seats, as if a mountain heaved. The bull has turned and now -begins to trot toward Carmen's side. - -A woman shrieks. Another faints. But proudly Carmen stands, bringing -magic rhythm out of her magic castanets. And then she starts to walk -away, her wooden clappers coaxing like the Piper's reed and urging Rey -to follow her. - -He does. The huge beast, like a docile dog, allows the girl with her -charm-sound, to lead him out of the arena--out of death and into life. - -Little Carmen has won. - -[Illustration: THE PRADO, MADRID] - - - - -CHAPTER XIV - -WHERE IS PILAR? - - -When Pilar left the cathedral, she hurried toward the Street of the -Serpents. She would have to be quick. It was growing late, and her -grandfather would be waiting for her. - -As soon as she had sold the castanets to Juan, she would shop at the -market. Then she would go home and cook the dinner. - -She made herself think of the good things she would cook. But her eyes -filled with tears. How could she think of eating when her precious -castanets were soon to be gone? - -Besides, what would she and her grandfather live on, after this money -was spent? Would they be obliged to ask for charity? Pilar shuddered. - -The sound of a hurdy-gurdy came from the Murillo Garden as she passed. -She remembered how she used to dance there every evening before her -grandfather had become ill. - -Her friends were dancing there now--all of them: Maria, Guadalupe, -Teresa--yes, even Baby Dolores, happy, carefree, whirling about in their -dance. - -They had no troubles. They could stay out, dancing, singing, playing as -long as they pleased. - -She would join them. She must dance just once more to her golden-voiced -castanets--just once more before she gave them up to Juan! - -Pilar entered the garden. - -Meanwhile, at home Pilar's grandfather awoke. He had been dreaming. He -had dreamed of that eventful bullfight when his daughter Carmen had -saved the life of Pedro's bull, Rey. - -Carmen had later married Pedro, and Pilar was their child. But both had -passed away, leaving their little girl in the old man's care. - -What was keeping Pilar now? Where had she gone, and what was taking her -such a long time? - -Her grandfather began to worry. He raised himself on the pillow. Dusk -had fallen. The room was growing dark. Yet he could discern a white -object lying on the floor just inside the door. Why, it looked like a -letter. But few letters ever arrived at this house. Still it was a -letter! - -Oh, if Pilar would only come home! She had never been so late before. - -"Suppose," he thought, "she has sold the magic castanets, and something -terrible has happened to her! Suppose--" - -[Illustration: TOLEDO] - -But he quickly laughed at his foolish fears, and just then the door -swung open and Pilar burst in. - -She was weeping bitterly, her arm flung across her eyes. She threw -herself down beside her grandfather's bed, sobs shaking her. - -At first it was difficult to understand what she said, but gradually the -words swam out thickly through her tears, "Oh, I--I have done -a--terrible th-thing--" - -A flood of sobs broke through and drowned the rest. Her grandfather laid -a gentle hand upon her head. - -"There, Pilly dear," he said. "Do not cry, and tell me everything. Look -up, child, and see. Your old grandfather is better tonight, and soon he -will be quite well again. Are you not glad?" - -This made Pilar raise her head. Her grandfather was speaking to her just -as he had done before he had been taken so ill. It was true then that -he was much better tonight. - -"Tell me what happened," he repeated. - -And Pilar poured out her whole story. - -"We have had no money, dear Grandfather," she said. "And I have had to -sell everything of value--everything out of my mother's chest of -souvenirs. - -"The castanets were the last to go. Juan had offered to buy them from me -for a great dancing master, and today I was on my way to Juan's shop. -But I--I--stopped in the Murillo Garden--and--and danced--oh!" - -"Go on, Pilly dear," said her grandfather patiently. - -"As I was dancing," she continued, "a gentleman came up to me and asked -to see the--the castanets. When I showed them to him, he said that he -would like to buy them. He said that he was the dancing master of whom -Juan had spoken. - -"Oh, Grandfather, he offered me so much money for them, and I--I--" - -"What did you do, Pilly?" asked the old man. - -"I could not sell them, Grandfather!" sobbed Pilar. "I--I could not! I -ran away from him. I ran away!" - -[Illustration: TRIANA BRIDGE, SEVILLE] - - - - -CHAPTER XV - -A STRANGER ARRIVES - - -"Do not cry any more, Pilly," said her grandfather. "You have done no -harm by keeping the castanets. Perhaps you have done good. I shall tell -you why later on. But first let us have our dinner." - -Pilar tried to smile. She brushed away her tears. Her grandfather was -actually hungry! Oh, this meant that really and truly he was getting -well! - -Pilar started toward the kitchen. She had planned such a splendid dinner -for tonight, and now they would be obliged to eat beans and drink milk. - -If only she could prepare her grandfather's favorite omelet stuffed -with creamed fish, or a bowl of stew, made out of chick-peas, garlic, -potatoes, sausage, peppers, and cabbage! But-- - -What was that white thing lying under the door? Pilar stooped down and -picked up a letter. It was postmarked "U.S.A." - -Now very few of Pilar's friends would have known what those initials -meant. And even if they had been told, many of them would have shrieked -with laughter and cried, "Only red Indians live there!" - -But Pilar's grandfather had been in America long ago, and, of course, -her mother had danced there. - -The letter came from Antonio Santaella, and that was Tony--Tony, who had -lived in Seville as a boy and was now an important merchant in America. -Enclosed in the letter, Pilar found paper bills--money--more money than -Pilar and her grandfather had seen in many years! - -Tony wrote that he would always remember Pilar's mother, known as "The -Little Spanish Dancer." He also asked Pilar whether she, too, would -become a dancer when she grew up. - -Pilar's eyes shone. - -"Oh, Grandfather!" she cried. "What a kind man Senor Tony is! How much I -love him! How I wish to be a dancer like my mother! Shall we have eggs -or stew for dinner?" She had said it all in one breath. She rushed to -open the door on her way to market, adding, "I shall be right -ba--pf-f-f!" - -With a terrible thud, Pilar had bumped into a tall gentleman who stood -at the door. It was the great dancing master. - -"Good evening," he said. "Are you Senorita Pilar?" - -[Illustration: A NET MAKER, SEVILLE] - -Pilar backed into the room. She looked like a scared little rabbit. What -did he want? Had he come to take her castanets? - -"Ah, yes, you are the Senorita Pilar," continued the gentleman. He came -into the room, closed the door behind him, and sat down calmly. - -"And this, I believe, is senor, your grandfather. No?" He smiled at the -old man, who lay quietly in his bed. "You see, I found out all about -you, senorita. After you ran away from me in the garden, I made up my -mind to follow you, and I did." - -Suddenly Pilar's eyes flashed angrily. - -"You cannot have the castanets!" she cried. - -She was standing in the center of the room, and her face was white with -fury. Her small body was drawn up, rigid and tense. - -"I'll never let you have them!" she screamed. "They're mine! Mine! -Mine!" - -She stamped her foot and threw back her head. But the tall gentleman did -not seem in the least disturbed. He just sat there looking at her and -smiling as if he were watching a play. - -Indeed, one had the impression that he might begin to clap at any -moment. But he did not. - -Instead, he just laughed good-naturedly and said, "What a little -firecracker you are! And how graceful, too! Now, listen, child." - -He had stopped smiling. He leaned forward and spoke to Pilar in a -serious voice. - -"Listen to me, Pilar," he said. "I do not want your castanets if you do -not care to sell them to me. But--" He hesitated for a moment while -Pilar stared at him, still with that look of anger and fear in her eyes. -"But I do want something else!" - -Pilar's grandfather raised himself upon his pillow. "What is it that you -wish, Senor?" he asked. - -"The Little Spanish Dancer!" replied the gentleman. "I want Pilar!" - -[Illustration: TOLEDO] - -Both Pilar and her grandfather started. What was this man talking about? - -"I want to take Pilar to my school," he went on, "and teach her. For I -believe that some day she will be a wonderful dancer. And I should know, -for I have taught some of the best dancers in Spain." - -Now Pilar realized who he was. Often she had passed the window of his -dancing school. She had watched the fortunate pupils and listened to the -strains of a tango and the clatter of castanets. - -Upon the walls of the school were colored posters showing scenes of -bullfights. Girls and boys, young and old, stamped their feet and -twirled to fiery music. - -It had always made Pilar's heart beat faster. She had longed to join -them. But lessons were only for wealthy children and-- - -"But, senor," said Pilar's grandfather, as if he had been reading -Pilar's mind, "we have no money to spend on lessons." - -"I shall ask no money," replied the dancing master. "No. Our school will -some day be proud of Senorita Pilar." - -He stood up and put out his hand to the little girl. - -"Come tomorrow for your first lesson," he said. "My brother will -instruct you. My brother, you know, is the second greatest dancing -master in Spain." - -"And who is the first, senor?" asked Pilar's grandfather. - -"Why, I am, of course!" answered the tall man proudly, and walked out of -the room. - -When he had left, there was much rejoicing in the tiny house. Pilar went -out and bought a basket full of good things, and they had dinner. - -After dinner, they sat together, silent and happy, the old man's -wrinkled hand caressing the child's glossy black hair. - -Then all at once, in a low, mysterious voice, the grandfather began to -recite: - - "_Castanets, with magic spell, - Never lose or give or sell; - If you do, then grief and strife - Will follow you through all your life._" - -[Illustration: PILAR AND HER GRANDFATHER] - -When he had told Pilar about the magic castanets and the legends with -their strange lessons, she felt a wave of joy sweep through her. - -"Oh, then, it must have been the magic of the castanets that brought us -all this good fortune, Grandfather!" she cried. - -Her grandfather smiled wisely and shook his head. - -"No, Pilly," he said. "Good fortune always comes to those who think good -thoughts and who work hard. There is no magic in that." - - -THE END - - - - -PRONOUNCING VOCABULARY - - - Alcazar ael-kae'thaer - Algeciras [)a]l'j[+e]-s[=e]'r[.a]s - Andalucia aen'dae-l[=oo]-th[=e]'ae - Avila ae'v[+e]-lae - Babieca bae bie'ca - Barcelona baer's[)e]-l[=o]'n[.a] - Boabdil b[=o]'aeb-d[=e]l' - Burgos b[=oo]r'g[=o]s - Cadiz k[)a]d'[)i]z - Castanet k[)a]s't[.a]-n[)e]t' - Cervantes s[~e]r-v[)a]n't[=e]z - Cid s[)i]d - Cordoba kor'd[+o]-vae - Damascene d[)a]m'[.a]-s[=e]n - Damascus d[.a]-m[)a]s'k[)u]s - Don Quixote d[+o]n-k[+e]-h[=o]'t[+a] - El Escorial [)e]l [)e]s-k[=o]'r[)i]-[)a]l - Fiesta fy[)e]s'tae - Granada gr[.a]-nae'd[.a] - Guadalquivir gwae'd[)a]l-kw[)i]v'[~e]r - Jerez h[+a]-r[=a]th' - Juan hwaen - Montserrat m[)o]nt's[)e]-r[)a]t' - Mosque m[)o]sk - Murillo m[+u]-r[)i]l'[=o] - Odyssey [)o]d'[)i]-s[)i] - Prado prae'd[=o] - Pyrenees p[)i]r'[+e] n[=e]z - Rodrigo de Bivar r[+o]-dr[=e]'g[=o] de be-vaer' - Salamanca s[)a]l'[.a]-m[)a]ng'k[.a] - Segovia s[+a]-g[=o]'vyae - Senor s[=a]-ny[=o]r' - Senorita s[=a]'ny[=o]-r[=e]'tae - Seville s[+e]-v[)i]l' - Tagus t[=a]'g[)u]s - Toreador t[)o]r'[+e]-[.a]-dor' - Torero t[+o]-r[=a]'r[=o] - Tormes tor'm[=a]s - Torre del Oro tor'r[+a] d[)e]l-[=o]'r[=o] - Valencia v[.a]-l[)e]n'sh[)i]-[.a] - Valladolid vael'yae-th[+o]-l[=e]th' - Visigoth v[)i]z'[)i]-g[)o]th - - - - -Transcriber's Notes: - - -1. 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