Polytechnic High School - Caerulea Yearbook (Long Beach, CA)

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1-l- --Y ---- - She turned abruptly and fled to the pool. Snatching from her hnger a ring, she flung it into the water. .Immediately darkness ensued. Deep rumblings filled the room, and the mountain was shaken from its very base. Then all was ominously still. From the direction of the pool a luminous, green vapor seemed to rise. Gradually it spread over the whole room, giving a lurid glow to everything. In the dim light Dolores could see La Malinche beside the pool, swaying back and forth on her knees and muttering strange words. Then she began to plead. HO Great Green Frog, hear thy servant! For many years she has served thee. Now in dire distress is she, save her! Destroy these daring young mortals Who came with their cross for her downfall, And save her, master, O master! Thy favorite one, save her, G save her! Her voice ended in a wail. She waited, bowed over, and gazing into the pool as if to see her master's answer in it. For many minutes she watched. Then, thinking she saw a shadow, she leaned over farther. It was a shadow,-but it was the shadow of the Gross. With a terrible cry she started upward. The green light had faded from the room. The Green Frog, most powerful of the spirits she served, had failed her! There was Dolores, unharmed, holding up the Holy Gross, and looking straight into her eyes, and Juan, standing slightly behind her, still chained to the wall but in his normal mind, and fearless. No longer did she have power over him. Her spell had been broken by Dolores' great love. She herself could no longer stand against it. She was conf quered, powerless. She, La Malinche, the great enchantress, whose name made thousands blanch, was powerless before two young mortals. She could not endure it! She would not! Snatching up the dagger with which she had threatened Juan, she plunged it to the hilt into her own bosom. She reeled and fell. With her last breath, the chains fell from -luan's hands, the room vanished, and the two were standing outside the mountain. And to this day Juan has seared places on both hands where the chains held him. G Fifteen

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of blackish water, and near it, reclining on a rich divan, was La Malinche, the powerful enchantress. She was beautiful, yes, but with a repulsive beauty. Her straight black hair was drawn back from the temples and coiled in a loose knot at the nape of her neck, and her eyes were cruel, cruel and fascinating. Her thin lips were curled in an evil leer. She was watching something in the corner with intense interest and wicked amusement. Dolores looked. There, chained to the stone wall was Juan, whiteffaced and trembling. Before him, its tongue darting in and out, was coiled a huge rattlefsnake. Dolores' blood boiled. She stood in the doorway, her curls thrown back, her red mouth set, her eyes flashing, and La Malinche looked up and saw her. For a second she was astonished, but she quickly recovered herself, and the look that she cast at Dolores would have paralyzed an ordinary mortal with fear. But Dolores' great, selffsacrificing love for Juan had raised her above the plane of ordinary mortals. She stood her ground, erect, and defied the terrible Malinche,-a thing of which she could not have dreamed an hour ago. La Malinche smiled evilly, amusedly, and yet inwardly she was annoyed. Enter, fair mortal, she invited with poisoned sweetness. Thou mayest afford me good entertainment later on. Dolores looked straight into her eyes. Woman, she said with terrible earnestness. I command thee to free Juan Villenteslw La Malinche laughed slightly, and sneeringly. Juan Villentes! Ah no, little one, he will be dead before I can free him, and it may be that you shall die too! She uttered a strange call, and the snake stopped menacing Juan, and glided over to her. She petted it affectionately, and rising languidly, walk' ed toward juan. Her eyes were fastened on his with an evil hatred, and as she advanced, she drew from her bosom a jeweled dagger. Dolores, seeing what she intended to do, darted across the room, and flinging herself in front of Juan, suddenly held up her crucifix before La Malinche. The enchantress shivered involuntarily and drew back. The Holy Cross! She felt herself becoming weak, her power was slipping from her. Fourteen

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EQEQLYE 51.E'.i5-LM The spiders that weave in the blue, blue sky Wove a beautiful web one day, A web of silver and milky white From clouds they had stolen away. They spun and spun from mist of dawn Through the dazzling brilliance of noon Till the sun had setg then into the sky There floated a pale, white moon. But the blue of the sky had not faded, Though the light in the sun was cold, And the spiders' webs of silky white Were tinted with rose and gold. So the moon sailed in from her hiding Right into the web that day, And neither the stars nor the night can steal The captive moon away. fa Q rl X ' X Q A Si WYE? g51A b ',6:,S,'3,:?LrS.:JMl,'3,L0glvg,6:!M WNW