The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1911-06-16


II his dark designs by the unex-
oected obstacle which the insan
'ty Of the raven haired daughter
II Gurutha threw in his way. re
Owed in his thoughts dreadful
'evenge towards all who acknnw-
lodged the rule Of the renowned
Mont czuma. or kindle the sacree
ire in the deep Estuffa.
Hah, 2" he mnttered i'm his
Wild amaze and in the bitterness
If his crushed hopes. as he turn
ID from the blank gaze and APP
oalling laughter Of the captive
maniac, hah. no other shield
.ould have protected thee Iutha.
from my existing power. Around
md around Dolotha s wigwam
iutha whrIled in giddiesf dance
cow chanting plaint fullest dirge :
mon carolling merriest rounde-
lay.
20 save me- exclaimed hei
ruthless captOr: Save me from
another such appalling look as
that which has pierced my very
Soul. and fastened it's singing
fangs in my memory forever
| can meet danger. even death If
self without "A fear. without a
trelnor. but the accusing gaze OF
one whose reason has been huri-
I'd from its seat by me and by
nisdeeds, suhdues my feroclty,
nd strikes unnervin terror TO
my soul Hah. the trross Of this
Tread night. the liglltnings angr,
glare the thunders deafenine
roar. the earthquakes destruc-
I've treads alI-alf and more
will / encounter, rather than a
gain meet that maniac stare. Out
ofh is wigwam. into the hideouS
ness Of earthquake, storm. and
darkness. Doglotha rushed. rath-
II than meet the gaze of his
nanaic prisoner. Not long had h
n Il
astonishing noise of the rocking
earth stunned him; he paused in
fear But. amid all the noise.-
and terrible confusion Iutha' :
song and dance continued Dog
lotha; Doglotha: hadst thou slaii
her body her voice could not
have reached thee. hut the slau-
entered mind leaves the accusing
tongue to smite its assassin. Iu-
tina, poor deranged Iutha. why
dost thou dance and sing amid
the horrors OF such night p
Hast thou no dread. no fear.
Art thou not afraid Of the even
geful and fierce Doelotha No.
the insane shade Of poor Iuth
comes mp from the misty realms
of tradition and plaintively. yet
echo corageously answers. No
Fear fled with her reason. and
all the dread ferlors. which
fear is wont TO inspire followed
in their wake. Centuries and CEN
turtles have elapsed. poor Iutha
since that fatal night. yet the in
habitants of that valley TO this
day, assert that thy wild shrek
is still heard in every blast. and
that ofen times thou ART seen
on lone rock, sitting on the ex-
treme edge of the over hanging
precipice trilling thy strange. de
|irious songs. To this day. when !
over fierce winds blow the PEG
pie crossing themselves exelahm
Ave Marie, have mercy on the
soul of the captured maniac.
Everywhere in that mountain |
and under the name of THE
one maid of San Miguel, Iu-
'ha, art thou known by man,
Woman, and child. mad even he
he chronicler of thy sad story,
vhen years ago. passing through
he Pecos valley. heard or i'm
lgined he heard thy wild shrek
n the blast as it swept from ths
on which tradition
till points out the camp Of the
ierce Doglotha. Recovering from
rs shock Doglotha plunged into
he blackness of the night. nrg
q onward by the determnati0n
lever again to look on that de-
irious face, or hear that delii-
rs song. But in vain, very lnie
{ thnt face, every tsne snd - Il
ant Of that haunfine voice wae
lingmgly, inAf1neenbay sfaznped
= hi nenosy. II dnpnG DIX