Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1896-07-16

minutes passed and we were entering
it. It was wide place, covering not
less than thirty acres of ground, and
in its center rising 500 feet in the air
CLEANED the pyramid of the Temple of
the Heart, crowned by the holy fire that
fickered eternaQy upon its summit.
In the open space between the walls
Of the Enclosure of the pyramid and
the great buildings that formed the
sides Of the square. the inha of
the city were gathered for their mid
night feast. All were dressed in white
robes, while many wore glittering
feather capes upon their shoulders, and
were crowned with wreaths of flowers
Some of them were dancing, some of
them singing. while others watched the
tricks of jugglerS and buffoons. But
the most of their number were seated
round little tables eating, drinking,
smoking, and making love, and we
noticed that at these tables the chill
dren seemed the most honorable guests,
and that everybody petted them and
waited on their words. Nothing could
be more beautiful or stranger to our
eyes than this innocent festival cele-
brated beneath the open sky and lighted
by the moon. Yet the sight of 1t did
not please Zibalbay.
Along the sides of the square ran an
avenue of trees bearing white flowers
with heavy scent, and Zibalbay mo-
toned to us to follow him into their
shadow. Many of the tables were
placed just beyond the spread of these
trees, so that he was able to stop, from
time to time. and unseen himself, listen
to the talk that was passing at them.
Presently he halted thus opposite to a
table at which sat an oldish man and
woman, young and pretty. What they
said interested him, and we who were
close by his side understood it, for the
difference between the dialect of these
people and the Maya tongue is so small
that even the senior had little difficulty
in following their talk.
THE feast is merry, tonight" said
the man.
Yes, husband" answered his COM
panion, land so it should be, seeing
that yesterday the lord Tikal was
elected cacique by the Council of the
Heart, and to-day he was welded in
the the presence presence, OF the people to Nahua,
1T was fine sight, said the man,
though for my part l think it early to
proclaim him cacique. Zibalbay might
yet come back and then
''Zibalbay will never come back, hus-
band, or the Lady Maya, either. They
have persisted in the wilderness long
ago. For her l am sorry, because she
was so lovely and different from other
great ladies, but I do not grieve much
for him, for he was a hard taskmaster
to us common people, also he was
stingy. Why. Tikal has given more
feasts during the last ten months than
Zibalbay gave in as many years, more
over he has relaxed the laws so that we
poor women may now wear ornaments
like our betters." And she glanced at
gold bracelet upon her wrist.
1T is easy to be generous with the
goods of Others answered the man.
''Zibalbay was the bee who stored,
Tikal is the wasp who eats. They say
that the old fellow was mad, but do not
believe it. l think that he was a greater
man than the rest of us, that. was all,
who saw the wasting of the people and
desired to find the means to stop it."
Certainly he was mad" answered
wasting of the people by taking his
daughter to wander in the wilderness
till they died of starvation, both of
them? If anybody dwells out yonder,
it is folk of white devils of whom we
have heard, who kill and enslave the
Indians that they may rob them of
their wealth, and we do not desire that
such should be shown the way to our
city. Also what does it matter to us if
the people do waste? We have all things
that we wish. Those who come after
us must see to it.
ct. 'Wl1e. nave heaTG you say that
you desired children" Suddenly the
woInan's face grew sad,
''Ahi" she answered, ''if Zibalbay
will give me child / viii take back all
my words about him and proclaim him
the wisest of men, instead of what he
is, or rather was-an old fool gone
crazy with vanity and too much pray
ing. But he is dead, and if he We're not
he could never do this; that is beyond
the power of the gods themselves, if,
indeed, the gods are anything except
dream. So what is the use of talking
about him; let me enjoy the feast that
Tikal gives US, husband, and do not
speak of children. lest l should weep,
and learn to hate those of my sisters
who have been blessed with Them
Then at a sign from Zibalbay we
moved on. but Maya, hanging back for
a moment, whispered:
Look at my fathers face. Never
have 1 seen him SO angry. Yet these
tidings are not altogether ILL., and she
glanced at the senior.
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