Evening journal., 1892-03-09


When morning approached, the bewil
dered maiden pressed her hand TO her
forehead and cried out, Where am II !
must be far from my home, and this coun
try seems quite strange to me. Conan.
where are wei / am afraid-that bird
that bird was Bucore."
Conan o;ideavored to reassure her, but
in vain
Soon after this beautiful saddle horse
came IN sight. Prancing along a valley
and bounding toward Jalomitza, IL rubbed
its nosepgainst her shoulder
"Oh," cried she, ''if l were but a bird,
could escape from the caresses Of this mon
sterp'
Scarcely had she said this than her form
took that OF a dove which winged its fight
far away into the mist; but the horse, now
changed TO falcon, from a great height
pounced down upon her and carried her
of in his talons 10 the mountain.
"Ah were but field flower" screamed
she in terror, and in a moment she grew
into a blue forgetmenot by the rivers side
The falcon, now changed to butterfly
lowered around her, alighted on her and
caressed her with its wings.
"Were / but a trout in a stream" now
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 il
thought it would die. Half dead, the
poor young thing cried, Were l but
lzardw
Immediately she was gliding swiftly
along across herbs and flowers, and
thought to hide herself under every leaf
OF every stone; but from "A neighboring
ofoua fbaro curantr or1f a carr,a,f t.fbfob
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 eupola 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, Jalomltza
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 80 that she was unable 10
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
"Ah" cried she. even in consecrated
holy place / cannot be at peacel Were
but a cloudp
Then the cupola above her opened, spread
F, out and became gradually the vault OF
, heaven, in which, as a cloud, she fioated C
prodigious height. But her persecution
J now became the wind, and pursued her e
the north, to the south, to the east, to tn,
! west, all around the globe
Better a grain OF sand than this" criet
/ the weary, storm driven cloud, which
! quickly fell TO the earth as tiny grain o.
: golden sand. Bucore was now, however,
peasant, walking barefooted in the bed o
the stream in search Of gold dust
Next Jalomitza became drop Of dew OF
a gentienella flower but there her perse
I cutOr was sunbeam, and overwhelmed
her with light and heat.
As a young gazelle she now sprang up
leaping from rock to rock; but she unhap
/ PLY missed her footing, and she fel
straight into the cave Of the Enchanter
I who took the form Of a sportsman, and fol
I hold thee in my powerp
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, hyp cried a hundred voices at thi
same time. Fly from hence, unfortunate
maiden. If thou receivest a kiss from hin
who pursues thee thou wilt be turned int,
stone like ourselves"
At this moment an arrow was shot an,
, came traversing the whole length Of TIA,
cave and grazed the shoulder of the fugi
tive gazelle. In the agony Of death she ex
claimed, IF had been a stream ! coulS
have escaped from him, and suddenly sh,
was precipitated from the grotto in thl
shape Of an impetuous, turbulent river.
The enchanter hurleda terrible maledic
tion, and becoming hinNelf rock seize,
and tried to hold fast in his embrace tn
stream which always escaped him.
Conan shortly afterward reached tn
grotto, and concentrating all his strength
flung the flute against the rock on who's
grimacing face he recognized that Of Blu
core. and the enchantment was at end.
In future neither Rncpre nor Jalomitzi
could change their form, and to this da
the Jalomitza continues its turbulen
course. and the rock Bucore remains will
outstretched arms.
Conan built a chapel at the entrance b
the grottO and became a hermit, passing
his days in mournful contemplation Of hi
Jalomitza. Carmen SYLVIA Queen Of Rou
mania.