The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-02-18
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valley to the edge OF a stream
When morning approached, the Devil
dered maiden pressed her hand TO her
forehead and cried out, Where am /. ]
must be far from my home, and this coun
try seems quite strange TO me. Conan.
where are we? l am afraid-that bird
that bird was Bucore"
Conan endeavored to reassure her, but
In vain.
Soon after this a beautiful saddle horse
came in sight. Prancing along valley
and bounding toward Jalomitza, it rubbed
its nose against her shoulder.
''Oh," cried she, IF were but a bird, |
could escape from the caresses of this mon
ster!''
Scarcely had she said this than her form
took that of dove. which winged its flight
far away into the MIST but the horse. DOW
changed to falcon, from a great height
bounced down upon her and carried her
on IN MS talons to the mountain.
'Ahl were but field flower" screamed
she in terror, and in a moment she grew
into blue forgetmenot by the rivers side
The falcon, now changed to butterfly,
lowered around her. alighted On her and
caressed her with its wings.
CLC O0t DfOQl III a SpACcui. INV
thought Jalomitza, and Immediately she
was turned into a silvery fish; but the
butterfly became a net, which caught the
trout and held it up in the air until it
thought it would die. Half dead, the
poor young thing cried, Were l but q
liZardr'
Immediately she was gliding swiftly
along across herbs and flowers, and
thought to hide herself under every leaf
or every stone; but from neighborinG
stone there sprang out serpent, which
so fascinated her with its terrible eyes
that she remained motionless
Then thought she, IF | could take the
form of a nun, in convent at least.
should be hidden"
Then above her head there slowly rose
the cupola OF church in which the lights
were burning, and solemn chant was be-
ing sung by some hundreds of nuns. Wear
ing the vestments of a nun, JaloInitZa
knelt before the image of a saint, her heart
beating with fear, though she still had
hope that the sanctuary would be her pro
lection.
With gratitude she raised her eyes to the
face Of the image and met the face of Blu
core peering down upon her. His eyes
fascinated her so that she was unable to
move away, even though the church was
now empty.
When night approached, the eyes Of the
image grew luminous and burned her
like fire, while her tears flowed without
ceasing on the cold stones on which she
knelt.
"Ahr' cried she. even in consecrated,
hn1v MD I ho uf /
but a cloudr'
Then the cupola above her opened, spread
out and became gradually the vault of
heaven, in which, as q cloud, she foated to
a prodigious height But her prosecutor
now became the wind, and pursued her to
the north, to the south, to the east, to the
west, all around the globe.
Better grain of sand than this" cried
the weary, storm driven cloud, which
quickly fell to the earth as tiny grain of
golden sand. Bucore was now, however
peasant, walking barefooted in the bed of
the stream in search of gold dust.
Next Jalomitza became a drop of dew on
a gentienella flower, but there her perse,
cutor was a sunbeam, and overwhelmed
her with light and heat
AS young gazelle she now sprang up,
leaping from rock to rock; but she unhap-
PLY missed her. footing, and she fell
straight into the cave of the Enchanter,
who took the form of sportsman and fol
lowed on her track, crying out, AT length
l hold thee in my power!"
In terror she flew farther and farther
into the grotto until she reached its ex-
tremity. There she found herself sur
rounded by tall, upright stones. which
were the forms of beautiful young women
from whose eyes fell unquenchable tears.
''Oh, flyr' cried a hundred voices at the
same time. ely from hence, unfortunate
maiden. If thou receivest kiss from him
who pursues thee thou be turned into
stone like ourselves"
At this moment an arrow was shot and
came traversing the whole length of the
cave and grazed the shoulder of the fugi-
tive gazelle. In the agony of death she ex-
claimed, IF had been stream l could
have escaped from him." and suddenly she
was precipitated from the grotto in the
shape of an impetuous, turbulent river.
The enchanter hurled terrible maledic-
ton, and becoming himself rock seized
and tried to hold fast in his embrace the
stream which always escaped him.
Conan shortly afterward reached the
grotto, and concentrating all his strength
flung the flute against the rock on whose
face he recognized that of Bu-
core, and the enchantment was at end.
In futUe neither Encore nor JalOmitza
could change their form, and to this day
the Jalomitza continues its turbulent
course. and the rock Bucore remains with
arms
Conan built a chapel at the entrance TO
the grotto and became a hermit, passing
his days in mournful contemplation of his
Jalomitza.- Sylvia, Queen Of Rou-