The Aberdeen weekly. [volume] (Aberdeen, Miss.) 1878-1933, 1911-08-04

ettuiS Which, IldAI tIdAASIuiWst III
the village of Pecos.
And to the magic powers of
the rod. = said he delivering it
to her, lam | indebted for all
the success which has crowned
my efforts
When she took the rod into her
hands, its rigidity and inflexibil-
ity began to relax, and soon 1t
resumed the self same fineness,
and textm of the gossamer chord
which she had worn around her
body without detection, since her
kino guardian and protector had
delivered it TO her The deposit
ed it in the same tiny box, not
larger than an acorn she'll. that
accompanied it when she receIv-
ed it from her guardian
Where is Iuma2" enquired.
MOnteZuma.
She is asleep in her apart
ment, answered Colindriafa
"Dongot ha. said Monteztlma
informed me that luna was sub
ject to long spells of slumber and
that she courted it by inhaling of
the odors of certain sleep produc-
ng plants which he gathered for
her And yet / do not know that
| need be glad for if may be, as
the ever sagacious dwarf believ-
es. that wer luna deprived of
the means of bringing on sleep.
she might succumb to her wake
ful ISOLATION or perish in the at
tempt to procure, herself, the
sleep-prodricing plant.
In this and such like discourse
the first pair OF the white race
in this new world, cont inued TO
| converse. till the sun sunk be
meath the molten seas of clouds
in the west. and twilight with
| the evening star as her guide,
pioneered night, with her starry
train, to this mountain land One
| by one. each twinkler shOne out
| till myrfads of them blazed. and
sparkled I'm the deep blue firma-
| ment. The hum and hustle of the
| busy village of Zuni. was lulIed
to repose. Not a wind awaked
the aspen sleeping leaf, not a
perch or IA trOutlet rippled the
surface Of the mirroring pool. All
was profound silence. HesperIs
had long since sunk in the Pacif-
&c S wave, and the Great Bear
slowly circling round the pole
was preparing to take his icy
| bath IN the frozen seas The hour
OF midnight had arrived. when
luna arose, and sougt the apart
mant where sat the flower vase.
which usually contained the pro
ducing sleep plants, and found
| IT empty. She was in her. world
of sleep, with her dream-lover.
Shall the dream spell be brok-
| ene Shall luna awaks The last
sleep producing plant has well
nigh lost It's virtue; the faith
ful dwarf, that gathers the pro-
| duclng sleep plants. and alone
| knows them and where they now
grow, Is long leagues away: and
the vase Is empty; NO plants and
high, and far away. on mourn. ain
| peaks they grow.
| DO Somnombulists reason? Or
| does Nature improvise new in
stmcts to shield and protect hey
| children i'll this strange abnormal
| state,
Behold the still sleeping luna.
>he approaches the door that D.
pens To the street. and pass :
out.
Lone Snow-Cloud,, despera.e
maiden: whittier dost thou 90 ?
Is there no vigil star. Of all that
countless throng that studs the
| sapphire cault. to stay those way
ward steps, to turn them to her
vacant couch.
Alas. there is none.
Morning came. and the Soanna-
mbulist could not be found. or
heard of in all the village of Zu-
nj.
What pain, what suffering can
equal the more than anguish the
more than agony, of parents for
| a child that is lost-that can no
where he found. no where heard
of. Oh; terrible. undesirable. tor
ment. Nome but they who have
had the bitter experience of los
ing a child, can begin even to
appreciate the poignant pangs
which afflicted luna s unhappy
parents. Death itself, the cold
clay lying before YOU in all its
appalling paleness and lifeless
ness, thouand time less ter