San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1894-12-01

ing individual with long stream.
ing but scantily planted whiskers
and arrayed in a loose, dangling
linen suit, which, in color
seemed strangely in accord with
his reddish derby hat and rusty
heavy shoes, arose and stepped up
to the decks balustrade.
A score Of eyes that had closely
scrutinized the individual and his
attire, now watched his strange
and every motion. Finally he
threw, with tragic sweep, his long
right arm in the direction Of the
great bluff.
Gan historic spot! An historic
spot ~ he exclaimed, looking at
the people about him.
A dozen folks, such as perhaps
would walk a dozen miles to gaze
upon the truthful Ratchet of
George Washington, the immor-
tai inkwell of Martin Luther or
the divine unmentionables of sage
Mahomet, arose and with their
fair companions eagerly scanned
the point on which the queer man
had sighted his trembling fingers.
"Long, long years ago." said he,
"there lived in these parts
an Indian chieftain's daugh.
ter. Among this tribe there
was a promising young warrior
who loved this maid. The chieftain
however, for certain reasons that
posterity can only wildly speculate
upon, would not give his co nsent
to their marriage, and so stern
were the rules of this tribe, that to
have spite dthe chief would have
been to have invited a disgrace
full death. But so great was the
spell that Cupid had cast over
them, that they resolved rather
than live apart"-and here the
tremor Of the old mans form pos
sessed his voice and he fairly
gasped, as they do on the stage
ito die together"
So earnest did this man appear
in the recital of the tale, that the
crowd, now greatly augmented,
listened in eager breathless silence
for each word that fell from his
parted lips.
"See yonder CEDAR" continued
the old man, while many an eye
searched for the object pointed at,
"From that identical tree the
couple, clasped in the embrace Of
love, sprang into the depths below
and died near this very spot"
Many simple, silly sissy sigh
ed as if her heart would break !;
many soft headed youth stood
motionless and gazed upon the
spot with staring reverence, as if
hewn Of stuff far more inanimate
than bouldery Mt. Bonnell itself,
on whose terraced side the scene
of this legend has been laid. One
dear child, girl but in her teens,
sweet in face, form and soul--if
her eyes tell the story right--sweet
as ethereal beauty--but alas whose
goodness carries with it a tinge of
sorrow in that among so many
life paths it will settle in but one,
and like ray of sunshine
that falls and CLOVIS in
some distant sphere, thrills only
mOmentarily other souls, but illu-
inmates not their immediate sur
roundings nor warns to life in
them the germs Of the deep and
mighty love; she alone stood back
as if in horror that one so coarse
and in his decay Of life should pre-
sumo unto himself the minstrelsy
Of love. Thus, while this girl, in
whose pleasant face there seemed
revived the beauty of Apollo's
chaste twin sister, fell into a deep
and troubled reverie, the uncouth
minstrel continued to point out
historic spot upon historic
spot, until every promi-
nent ridge or forward bluff
seemed to have been kindly peopled
by Fate for the express purpose of
atfOrding his nicotine laden tongue
material wherewith to mar ma
lures perfect picture, which he ac-
complished with marvellous sue
cess, by these crude legends of a
race of people we were won't to call
bucks and squaws and think en-.
dOwed with brutal coarseness OF
soul that Cupid's arrows at best
could barely lacerate.
Although / can not persuade my.
self to believe that these stale
stones add aught to the grandeur
OF the scene, | can not refrain from
singing, all hail, all honor, to the
noblemen who not only built the
mighty granite dam, but also PEG
pied its picturesque surrounding