juanetta;

or,

the treasure of the lake of the tulies

a great many years ago, before the discovery of the wonderful gold mines of california, there lived in los angelos an old spanish family of pure castilian blood.

don carlos de strada was very rich. far as the eye could reach his broad acres were spread out to his admiring view, and his flocks and herds almost literally fed upon a thousand hills.

his house was large and commodious, built after the spanish fashion—an adobe house—surrounded on all sides by a wide piazza, and in the center an open courtyard.163 the windows were guarded by latticed bars of iron, and all the gates and doors were opened by massive keys. bolts and bars belong as much to a spanish house, as light elegancies to the hotel of a parisian.

when don carlos left the banks of the guadalquivir for the wild lake of the tulies, he brought with him a beautiful young wife, who loved him with all the passionate ardor of a spanish woman.

it was a great change for the dainty lady, from the stately halls of castellated spain to the wilderness of los angelos, although it was a wilderness of sweets, and the most enchanting climate in the world. though the don was a thorough-bred aristocrat, he was a shrewd business man, and so intent was he on becoming a great lord of the soil in the new country, that he did not notice the roses fading from the olive164 cheeks of his wife, and the soft mellow light of the woman's eye giving place to the more ethereal brightness of spiritual fire.

spanish women seldom work, but in their hours of apparent listlessness they indulge in wild and ardent imaginings; and thus she would sit on the vine-clad piazza of the inner court, looking up to the clear sky, unrivaled even in italy, until she would almost fancy, from the heavens above, she heard the rippling of the blue waters of the guadalquivir.

there was one great hunger of her heart the don seldom satisfied. she was his wife, and beautiful; as such, he loved her; but he never lavished the thousand little endearments upon her that is the natural food of woman's heart.

as the evening drew near, she would go to the barred window and look out upon the luxurious landscape, thinking only of165 the coming of her lord; and when she saw him, she would go timidly out to meet him, and hold her beautiful oval face up for a kiss, longing for him to throw his arms around her, and, if only for a moment, hold her to his heart.

he would kiss her lightly, saying, coldly: "there, that will do; be a woman now, not a baby." then she would call up a quiet dignity, until she could steal for a few moments away, unobserved, and press her hands tightly upon her heart, saying: "if he would only love me! if he would only love me, i could live away from home, away from spain, from every thing, for him! i must learn to be a woman, and then, at least he'll respect me.

"oh, dear! i wish he didn't think it so foolish in me to want to be loved! but i must go to him. i'll try and talk like a woman, but i don't know any thing about166 the business that occupies his thoughts and time. he never tells me any thing because he thinks i'm such a baby. if he'd only love me, and let me be a baby sometimes, i think i'd be more of a woman."

then the young wife would try to call up from her weakness new strength, and wiping away the traces of her emotion, would go out to be what pleased her lord, only a little paler, but with heart-strings quivering like an ?olian harp in a cold north wind.

one year passed in the strange, new country, and a beautiful babe was born to the ancient house of de strada, but the mother died, and was buried by the clear lake of the tulies.

don carlos wept for his beautiful young wife, whose heart had been a sealed book, "love, the secret of happiness," written for him in an unknown tongue.

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his days of mourning were few. the rain fell upon the new-made grave as he gave the infant in charge of an indian nurse who had just lost her own little baby. the savage mother took the child to her bosom, while the polished father turned away and looked out upon the green hills rich in verdure, counting the probable increase of his flocks and herds in the coming year, and, in the pleasant prospect, forgot his sorrow.

the little juanetta grew to be a beautiful, healthy child, under the care of her indulgent nurse.

she knew where all the wild flowers grew, could shoot an arrow very well, or climb a tree, and, in many of the curious arts of the tribe, was quite skillful.

she was well versed in all the indian traditions, and believed them with childish credulity. she seemed to have drawn the168 wildness, of the indian nature from the dusky bosom of her nurse, and with her little bow and arrow would roam the woods for whole days.

at times her father would ask the nurse, "how is juanetta?" and, at the reply, "the child is well," he would forget that every day she was growing less and less an infant, and needed more and more a mother's care.

thus things went on until she was eleven years old. she was very tall of her age, with her long black hair hanging over her graceful shoulders, her rich olive complexion deepened by the glowing sun, and her dark eyes, fawn-like in their softness and timidity, she looked like a beautiful child of the wild wood.

her father would look at her, and say: "the girl is a perfect savage; she must be placed at a convent; the sisters would soon169 make a lady of her, for the de strada blood is rich in her veins;" and then he would smile proudly at her rare beauty.

the summer following brought a change to don carlos. till then he had been prosperous; but there had been no rain, and the grass withered and dried up until the famished cattle died by thousands, and the hills, once covered with animal life, were left bare and desolate. don carlos, who lost heavily, became more than ever absorbed in business cares, and again the child was forgotten.

juanetta saw that her father was greatly troubled, and she thought if she could only find some of the treasures hidden so many years ago by the great chief of the tulies, she could make him rich again, and he would smile upon her as he sometimes used to before the cattle died—since then, his dark frowning face had frightened her.

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she had often listened to her old nurse, sitting by the clear lake, as she told her how, years ago, a great ship came to los angelos filled with fair men, with long flowing beards, golden in the sunshine, and eyes like the blue summer sky, and how there was one among them, taller and nobler than all the rest, who was their chief.

for days they rode about the country, making their camp by the lake of the tulies, and tradition said they brought beautiful shining stones, that glistened like the stars of night, and great sacks of yellow gold to the lake, and buried them there at midnight; then went away in the great ship over the water.

they were seen by an old indian woman, who was gathering magic herbs, but from that moment it seemed as though a fearful spell had fallen upon her, for171 when she tried to tell the story, just as she was about to speak of the place where the treasure was hidden, her tongue would cleave to the roof of her mouth, and she could not utter a word; and when she attempted to go to the spot where it was buried, her feet would fasten themselves to the ground, and she could not move. from that night she seemed bewitched, and she soon died, taking the secret of the buried treasure with her to the unknown spirit land.

juanetta had nothing to do but listen to the wild indian lore, and roam through the woods and down by the lake of the tulies; and it was not strange that with her poetic temperament, she reveled in the marvelous, till it seemed to her the natural and the real.

she longed for the magic talisman to point her to the hidden treasure, and show172 her the wonders of the deep, until she felt sure that one day she should discover it. she told all these fancies to her nurse, who was almost her only companion, and who encouraged her, believing her, in her fond love, to be one of the great spirit's chosen children.

the winter came on with rare beauty. the rain, so long withheld, fell copiously, until the hills were covered with luxurious verdure and gorgeous flowers. don carlos's heart grew lighter; he might hope to recover his losses in time. the orange orchard was laden with fruit, and the lemons fell to the ground from the bending trees. juanetta loved the green grass, the fragrant flowers, and the golden fruit, and her wild nature expanded into the poetry of the year.

one morning she rose with the crimson dawning, and, stealing away while her old173 nurse slept, she ran softly to the lake of the tulies, and bathed her face in the clear water till the brightness of youth and morning seemed united in her radiant beauty.

suddenly juanetta stopped, her tiny hand dripping with water, half raised to her glowing face, and her soft, dark eyes sparkling with strange excitement. upon the brow of the distant hill, still covered with the mist of the morning, she saw the chief of the lake of the tulies. she knew it was him by the soft, purple light that gathered around him; by the glow of perpetual youth that enveloped him, and by the crimson clouds that dropped their fleece so near, and yet could not conceal his noble bearing.

to her eye, there seemed a shining glory about his bronze beard, and his brow and cheeks glowing in the early sunlight, were174 fairer than any she had ever seen among the dusky indian tribes or olive spaniards.

down the hill he came, a light straw hat in his hand, and the air playing with the light waves of his abundant hair. on he came to the lake, and to the spot where the little maiden sat, full of wonder and admiration.

he, too, seemed a little surprised when he saw her, but in the soft spanish tongue, bade her "good morning," and asked whose little girl she was, and what had brought her so early to the charmed lake.

"i am don carlos's daughter, juanetta," said the child, "and you, the chief of the lake of the tulies?"

a smile gathered around the lips of the chief, and filled his blue eyes, with a light so pleasant that the child drew near him, and placed her little brown hand confidingly175 in his. he drew her to him, saying, kindly:—

"you know me, then? i am the chief of the lake of the tulies, and what can i do for the little juanetta?"

"tell me," said the child, "of all the wonderful treasures hidden by the lake, and of the palaces of the sea, and the coral groves under the great waters!"

the chief led her to a rock that overhung the lake, and told her to look over into the waters, and she saw them clear and sparkling in the morning sun, and it seemed as though the light of a thousand brilliants was stealing through the shining waves.

he told her of glittering diamonds beneath the sea, richer far than all the hills and valleys of los angelos, covered with flocks and herds; and how the coral trees outshone the trees of earth, in beauty, and176 of the crystal palaces of the deep, and of the maidens of the sea, whose, purple hair like sea-weed, sometimes floated above the waves.

juanetta told him she had often found locks of their silken hair upon the beach, and how beautiful it was. he told her of the sounding shells, and ocean harps breathing their rich, deep-toned melody, and the thousand mysteries of the wild sea lore, till the delighted juanetta begged him to take her with him down, down to the crystal caves, and let her become a sea-maiden, and gather pearls under the blue waters of the deep.

but he replied: "you are a child of the woods, not of the wave; you may become an immortal spirit in the sky, but never in the deep, deep sea."

tears gathered in her eyes, and she said: "you are cruel to juanetta, chief of the177 lake of the tulies. you of all your wealth of beauty, will grant juanetta nothing. juanetta must live alone, in the woods and fields, with only the old nurse and the father who always forgets her."

he soothed the little maiden gently, and told her he would grant her greater treasures than those of the deep, if she would obey him; and she kissed his hand and promised.

then he took from his bosom, a talisman, and gave it to her, saying: "juanetta, this cross will guard you from evil spirits. when you are troubled or angry, take it from your bosom, and ask the great father above to bless you and help you. do this earnestly five minutes, and the evil spirits will leave you." and juanetta kissed the cross and promised.

"i have yet another talisman" he continued, "and very powerful. it opens a new178 world of delight and beauty, to those who are willing to give their time, care, and diligent attention to the study of it. would you like it, juanetta? you could no longer wander all day through the woods, hunting wild-flowers, or dream away your life by the lake of the tulies. could you give up the wild pleasures of your present life, for the gifts of the talisman i have promised?"

juanetta's face was glowing with wonder and delight; she longed to enter the unknown promised land:

"i will do any thing, i will give up any thing you tell me, she cried, with enthusiasm."

she was enchanted with the unseen gifts that left so much to her fervid imagination to picture, and she was delighted with the giver, the handsome young chief of the lake of the tulies, whose pleasant smile,179 and pleasing words, made morning's golden sunshine in her heart.

"but won't you show me where the treasure of the lake of the tulies lies hidden?" she said, blushingly. "all those rare gems, crimson, purple, golden, and diamonds sparkling like the morning dew. what can be more beautiful than these?"

all her life, juanetta had heard of the matchless luster of these hidden jewels, and now to be so near them, with the chief of the lake of the tulies by her side, she felt that her day dreams of beauty might, with one word of his, or a touch of his magic wand, be realized.

"do not ask for too much in one morning, juanetta," he replied, laughing. "now for talisman number two," and he took a book from his pocket, and until the sun had risen high in the heavens, they sat bending over it together with mutual pleasure.

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then the chief of the lake of the tulies arose, taking her little bronzed hand in his, saying: "i must go, my little juanetta. keep the talisman, and study it well. the new morning is dawning for you now; what a queen of light 'twill make you?" and he passed his hand over the thick waves of tangled hair that fell in long masses over the shoulders of the beautiful child.

tears gathered in the dark eyes of the maiden. "are you going now, chief of the lake of the tulies?" said she, sadly: "going to the crystal palaces of the sea? and shall you take the treasure of the lake with you? take the talisman, i can do nothing without you! here alone! only the old nurse, and the father who never thinks, never thinks of juanetta! and you, too, will forget juanetta!"

"no! no, juanetta, i will not forget you,181 but will come again to-morrow. i will not go to the sea, since you cannot go, but will stay and teach you the use of the talisman, and the treasure of the lake shall rest till we can find it together! so now good-by to-day."

and then they parted, and juanetta was very happy in the light of the new dawning.

all day long she studied, and many successive days, and the chief of the lake of the tulies always came, either at morning or at evening, to hear her lesson.

sometimes she would ask him about the hidden treasure, as they walked by the lake; he would smile and say, "i have found a treasure by the lake of the tulies richer than all the gems of the ocean," and when juanetta begged him to show it to her, he would tell, her to look into the water; but she could see only the reflection182 of her own sweet face, full of wondering happiness.

then he would laugh again, and say, he could not tell her now of his treasure by the lake of the tulies, but he would describe the rich gold mine he had discovered in the ca?on, and tell her there was gold enough in it almost to fill up the lake.

thus weeks and months passed by. juanetta was twelve years old. she had improved rapidly in her studies, and had learned to call her young teacher by another name, not so long or high sounding, but very pleasant to them both, and often they would laugh at their first strange meeting by the charmed lake of the tulies.

at last her father was aroused to the sense of her increasing beauty. he saw, that the years of childhood were fast passing away, and that she stood upon the threshold of dawning womanhood.

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he was greatly surprised, and delighted to find her proficient in studies of which he supposed she knew nothing, and he made all possible haste to have her placed at a convent, where she could enjoy every advantage of culture and refinement.

the young stranger who had been her teacher, became a great favorite with don carlos. he was engaged in developing a mine, in the san francisco ca?on, in which he succeeded in amassing great wealth, though in after years the mine failed to yield its store of golden treasure.

four years passed away, and juanetta returned to her father's house, an accomplished, and beautiful lady. again by the lake of the tulies, she met the chief of her childhood's dreams, and there together, they found the treasure greater than all the wealth of land or sea, the pure and earnest love of their youthful hearts.

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they were married, and don carlos's heart swelled proudly, as he thought of the great wealth their union had brought into his family, while they blessed god for the lifelong treasure he had given them, by the charmed lake of the tulies.