The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-06-26

dies cried in chorus.
"You do me proud" said Orcto with
sweeping bow, land since you honor me
with your attention, ! promise not &c
weary it,"
We disposed ourselves in various atti'
tudes about the speaker. The rising gener;
alton gathered in graceful groups under
the stunted pines and the setting genera
| ton sat on buffalo robes and cushions
against the gnared and twisted trunks Of
the phones. Little Rosa was coaxcd to
her mothers lap, and then the stout lady
reclined on the back seat of the ambulance,
loosened her bonnet strings and made her.
self extremely comfortable while we
listened to the
LEGEND OF THE BLUE FOUNTAIN.
"Once upon time" the Spaniard began
with his grave smile, away to the north in
the country you call Montana, lived a
young Indian hunter, tall and straight and
very handsome. From boyhood he had
heard stories of happy hunting grounds
where the pasturas were always fresh, and
game was always in sight. So one bitter
cold morning he put on his snow shoes
and fur mittens, wrapped himself in his
warmest bear skin, and struck southwark,
following the stony mountain ranges till
he reached this lonesome region"
Did he travel all alone!" asded little
Rosa.
"Only the travelling winds went with
him. But he did not know what fear is,
though at night he heard the cayote's cry,
the believing OF the bison and the howl OF
the prairie wolf. The sun, which he wor-
shipped, shone friendly all the way; grad
ually the breeze blew softer, the earth grew
warmer and greener. After one long days
march he drank deep of the spring in yon
hillside, laid his bent bow and CULVER of
arrows on the rock, and went to sleep IN
the soft warm sand by the Blue Fountain.
"An Indian warrior sleeps lightly, and in
his slumber appeared form-a womans
such shape as is seen nowhere but IN
dreams and Andalusia.' The stranger
paused and looked dreamily on the ground
like one busy with memory, and in sympa-
thy thought of the lost Catalina and the
little one lying in the gloomy vault at Val
ladolid. We respected his silence, and al
ter a moment he continued:
THE spirit spoke to the dreamer IN
words of infinite tenderness, and appeared
to watch and guard HIM. On waking ne
took long draught of the cool snow wa
ter, and gazed seachingly into its blue
depths"
WAS it really bluel" broke IN Rosa.
"Sky blue and silver" said the Castil-
ian,l adding one Of the endearing diminu-
tives in which his language is so rich, and
which did not quite comprehend. Many
times he tried to catch glance of the fairy
face which came into his sleep, making II
better than any waking. Long he gazed
into the watery mirror; it reflected only
his own tawny face and the spotless sky
above it. The white sand boiled from the
unknown depths below, bubbles came to
the top and broke on the stony brim, but
the ceaseless gush and flow of the waters
was chime in his ears without meaning.
He fingered about this spot, so runs the
tale, many weeks, praying for the appear
ance Of the water maiden She came into
his sleep but never blest his waking eyes,
and when the rainy season, which is so
very dreary, set in, the disappointed youth
went back to his tribe, The vision haunt
ed him; in vain he tried to shake it of, the
vega. so lone, so dim, so untrodden, was
filed with strange enchantment. The
brook went flowing through his memory,
glancIng now in the sun, now in shadow,
as it gushed from the mountain side, van
ishing at last like fairy gold in the sand.
The laughing girls of the tribe tried to rouse
him from indifference, but could not stir
HIM to join in their songs and games. In
the time of the corn harvest the present Of
a blood-red ear, the Indians rose d'amour,
did not move him to any feeling, and he
turned with glance averted from the flying
feet in the bewitching cachina dance.
"'He IS moonstruck' said the girls ;
give him the crooked ear, for the fool is
fit for nothing but to sit in the sun with the
very old men He needed neither jest nor
laugh, but determined to come back to the
Blue Fountain. When ne set out an airy
figure seemed to 90 bforc and beckon him
on, as the swan madens of the German
lakes beckon youns knights into their little
boats drawn by snowy swans harnessed
with silver chais
Southwark southwark he strobe, fol-
lowing the alcient march of Azatlan and,
in sight q the beloved spring, he climbed
the steev feet and untired as the red deer,
to find the same sparkling fountain, and
the sbning brook belew it running into the
yallc as it will run on forever.
Again he lay down on the soft, warm
SD and once more the delicate phantom
ppeared to his closed eyes, whispered
gently in his ear, and bent above his head
as if to kiss him."
Here the lovers changed eyes" leaned
trfle closer together, and saw Romeo
pick up "a blue ribbon dropped from Juliets
sleeve and slip it INTO his watchpocket.
Then frantic love took possession Of
the hunter. Day after day, night after
night, his wasting form was laid beside the
singing cascade; ever he sighed, muir
INJURED, dreamed. The strength left his
limbs, his blood beat holly; summer
waned and cold winds blew, but never
cooled the fever Of his brow. Some