The Bandolero; Or, A Marriage among the Mountains — John Shaqi
The Bandolero; Or, A Marriage among the MountainsReid, Mayne
History
The Bandolero; Or, A Marriage among the Mountains
Reid, Mayne
Mexico -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
There were two or three of these gambling saloons, or "_monte_ banks,"
in La Puebla. More likely there were twenty; but two or three were
grand establishments--frequented by the Poblanos of the better class;
where gold _doblones_ might be seen upon the green cloth as common as
silver dollars. They were attachments to the grand Cafes, or Exchanges,
that in Mexican cities take the place of our clubs--serving as places of
rendezvous for the _haciendados_, and higher class of _commerciantes_.
One was much frequented by the officers of our army; though not
exclusively by them. The Mexican gentlemen did not deny us their
company over the _monte_ table; and around it might be seen
representatives of the Teutonic and Latinic races, in nearly equal
proportions--with many a type between.
Though the natives were all in civilian costume, we knew that there were
among them men who had once worn uniforms. In fact, some of them were
our prisoners _on parole_; whom we had encountered, and captured, at the
siege of Vera Cruz, or on the ensanguined summit of Cerro Gordo.
The poverty of these men was too conspicuous to escape observation.
Their pay--scant at all times and often in arrears--was now stopped
altogether; and how they contrived to live _on parole_, they and God
alone can tell.
It was painful to note their contrivances for keeping up the appearance
of gentility. A close inspection of their coats would show where the
shoulder-straps and facings had been stripped off--to convert them into
civilian garments; and the unfaded stripe, down the seams of their
pantaloons, told where the gold lace had once gaily glittered.
They were usually provided with an ample cloth cloak; which in the
streets effectually concealed the transformation. But in the hot
saloons this could not well be worn; and a man standing behind, as they
sat around the _monte_ table, might look upon a pair of shoulders--now
plain--that had been lately decorated with the epaulettes of a colonel,
or even general!
Their ventures were usually of the most modest kind: beginning with a
_peseta_, and graduating upwards, in proportion to the propitiousness of
Fortune. When their luck was good, they gambled with _doblones_.
Otherwise, the _peseta_ ended their play for the night; but, instead of
retiring in despair, they would continue at the table; as though they
took a pleasure in contemplating the gains of the more fortunate
players, and the losses of the banker!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
A PLEASANT MISCONCEPTION.
There was one of these frequenters of the saloon in whom I felt a
peculiar interest. Our acquaintance did not commence at the _monte_
table. I first saw him in the Calle del Obispo, and, on the same night,
in the Callecito de los Pajaros. His name was Francisco Moreno: the man
who had crossed me in love and saved my life!
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