The Washington bee., 1910-11-05
The Mermaid MaIinche and Her
Haunted SPRINGS.
LURE OF THE WATER SPRITE.
To See This Fabled Custodian of the
Royal Jewels of the Ancient Aztees
Is to Die and Help the Siren Guard
the Hidden Treasures.

In two famous springs IN Mexico that
are said to be connected by natural
underground waterways
She is invisible TO all except those
who never return to tell the tale, yet
1t is easy to see her, they say.
In the daytime Malinche lives in the
little spring bed pool just within the
iron gates Of Chapultepec. Here she is
a sweet spirit, always wooing the
passerby with the music of her gentle
voice.
at nighttime she is miles away,
and her voice is wicked and mournful.
It will add interest TO this legend Of
the Malinche if the traveller when he
starts out to visit Chapultepec for the
first time will pause at the Cuauhte-
moe statue in the second glOrieta OK
the Paseo and take long look at 1t,
not only because 1t is a noble work OF
art, but because this Indian hero was
the last ruler Of his race, the Aztecs,
and in the final struggle called Ma
linche to his aid.
A bronze relief in the base Of the
pedestal on which the statue stands
shows the chief being tortured to COM
pei him to reveal the hiding place OF
the wealth of his kingdom. Cuauhte-
noes stoical bearing Tebukes the COM
plainings of his comrade, whose feet
are also roasting over the slow fire in
the brasero beneath them. and when
he at last cries out in anguish Cuauh-
temoc reproves him. For shame,
faint heart. Do you think am taking
my pleasure in my bath that you ap-
peal to me?"
The magnificent old cypress trees
that Surround the rock Of Chapultepec
on a slightly lower level than the
spring were old before the conquest,
and among them Cuauhtemoc and his
plumed and painted warriors guided
their canoes to the enchanted spring
when they came to quench their bat
tie thirst Protected by these brave
old trees, Cuauhtemoc climbed the
rocks and from the heights watched
the maneuvers of his enemies on the
lakes. Close by the storied spring
stands the monarch of them all, Mon
tezuma's tree. It is awe inspiring to
follow with the eye its rugged bole up
over the growth Of centuries and try
to measure with the mind the history
that has been enacted beneath its wav-
Ing boughs Perhaps the magic spring
at its feet caused It to grow higher
and more majestic than its fellows.
Here in its shade Montezuma sat and
wept when he fOTesaw bis downfall.
Here CUauhtemoc vowed that If he
could not overcome the Spaniard he
would give the Aztec treasure to Ma
linche
She overheard him make this VOW
and whispered from the fringed brink
of the mirroring water that she would
receive the trust at the spring of Atz-
capotzalcO. three or four miles away.
This town, whose name looks so un-
pronOunceable 70 the strangers, but
sounds so smooth when uttered by q
Mexican, has a little suburb. Zanco-
pinca, that has been made famous by
Malinche's spring. 1t is here that Ma
linche loses the sweet nature by which
she is known at Chapultepec and be-
comes a wicked spirit. The legend re
Iates that she grew savage because
she was set to guard the treasure that
CuauhtemoC secretly conveyed to her
when the hour of despai- had arrived
for his people. though another tradi-
hn& hn
place because of her wild and brave
spirit
However that may be, it was there
that he carried the royal jewels of the
Aztecs and much gold and silver when
be knew that he was about to be de-
feated by COrtes- Calling up the Ma
linche, he gave all into her keeping
and then went to his doom. Down
deep into the hidden grOttoes of her
home Malinche dragged the boarded
treasures.
Long passageways connect these
chambers and by many tortuous wind
ings reach either spring The walls of
rock crystal and chalcedony have been
polished and worn into fantastic
shapes by the running water. There
are long, narrow shelves on which the
treasure Is strewn and glittering sta
lactites that catch long strings Of pearls
and emeralds and hold them swaying
In the winds Of the caves.
GlowwOrms and electric fishes light
the fairy scene. and the water makes
constant music, but the Malinche is
not happy. If you go near the pool at
Zancopinca you will hear her voice
lamenting, and often in the nighttime
it may be heard afar of. If the un-
wary traveller pauses to listen he will
hear cries of distress and anger and
sad meanings that attract him to their
relief. He Will come nearer and near
er to she spring and, bending down
that his ear may be close, he will hear
troubled waters rushing among hid
den rocks. When his face is above the
pool a pair Of white arms will rise up
out OF the water and clasp him about
the neck He is never seen again. He
has gone TO help the siren guard the
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