The San Francisco call., 1898-08-07
THE FOUNT
 OF THE DEW.

"HE Fountain of the Dew in that
 beautiful land of the fairies, be-
 meath Tamalpais Mountain, IS
 the source of t,4e sweet odors or A all the flowers that grow Tn Call
 fornia The Fountain springs from a basin, curiously fashioned by fairy fingers, frol the shell in which, once in one thousand years, Nitoka, an Indian maiden who lived long, long ago in the land now called California, sails upon the Moon Lake. Or this wonderful Moon Lake l must tell you at another time. Once in one thousand years it becomes mirror-yes. more than that-an enchanted sea upon which, led by Nitok :, the fairies take boats for the moon, sailing easily from it's face to the slanting Magic Rays, upon which fairy boats may glide to the Moons silver face safely and gen. tly.
 Now there was a drought in Califor- mia, and the wild flowers died very early in the summer. No longer the rivers nj tured the pretty 1-oral faces il their tranquil waters. The bees and the birds la--cented them-dead untime- ly.
 Nay" said the solemn old Pine Tree. i've shall see them no more The earth is like flint, so hard has 1t become; and they are prisoners in it's iron cells. No more will they perfume the gentle gale. No more will they embroider the earth's robe of green in the sweet spring time. They are dead!"
 The birds heaped upon the mounds where the flowers were buried the sweetest smelling twigs of pine that they could find and sang the sweetest songs. The bees brought there the choicest honey from their store houses in the tree hollows, to sweeten the ground. The trees leaned over and np ct hn hut hrnx tod d Tf their protecting arms there. Only the sunbeams were not sad. They darted in and out, twtnkling gayly through the foliage of the forest, like the sudden glowing of Fairyland lamps and Ian terms; danced daily above the stlvery gravel in the bed of the brooks shal- lows; warmed the birds and bees and forests into temporary gladness des- bite their losses. Just so angels come to the bereaYed.
 Before the early Frost had folded its winding sheet of silver, in the full of the Moon, about the meadows and mountains floral darlings. Hope whis- pered once more. Perhaps the flowers would live again. Not transplantcd. like the lost darlings of many house. holds, to the far meadows that are wa tered by the River of Life. Only sleep ing beneath the earthly sod-awaitins 8 the calling of the myriad rain drops to annually reawaken them. Who should learn the truth about the flowers but Goldilocks?
 The Elves in the forests. who speak the same language as the dwellers in Fairyland, told all about GOldilocks. More than that they bade Goldilocks to visit Fatryland. The forests held up their branches to shade her; the west wind blew softly to fan her cheeks and refresh her; the birds sang godspeed to her as she and passed through the carved ivory gate of Fairyland and en- tered into the heart of Tamalpals Mountain, hand in hand.
 From the scented throat of every Trumpet Flower in Fairyland came the greeting to Goldilocks-Hail!-ir delightful music. For, be 1t known, the flowers of Earth and the flowers of Fairyland are of kin; and all the trees and grasses and plants are kin wherever they grow. So the flowers of Fairyland were pleased at the coming of Goldilocks, for they knew no secret of Fairyland would be kept from her. By magic we were both placed beside the Fountain of the Dew and there we waited.
 We waited only an instant for-be- hold Hand in hand, dancing almost like fairies, dropping aroun1 us from