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Show BY PATH AND TEAIL. Ill too, are all in bed and asleep, when the Vaca de Lumbre appears, and it is only us grown people that see her and that not often. But the weeping woman indeed is harm ful ; it is well, senor, that we all know her when she ap pears, and we are so afraid of her that no one will say yes or no to her when she speaks, and it is well. Many queer things and many evil spirits, it is known to us all, are around at night and they are angry, when on dark nights there is thunder and rain and lightning, but the Wailing Woman is the worst of all of them. Sometimes, sir, she is out of her head and is running, her hair streaming after her and she is tossing her hands above her head and shrieking the names of her lost children Eita and Anita. But when you meet her some other time she looks like an honest woman, only different, for her dress is white and the reboso with which she covers her head is white, too. Indeed, anybody might speak back to her then and offer to help her to find her children, but whoever does speak to her drops dead. Yes, indeed, sir, only one man, Diego Boula, who years afterward died in His bed, was the only one who ever answered her and lived. Diego, you must know, was a loco, a fool, and he met her one night when he was crossing the Plazuela San Pablo. She asked him what he did with Eita and Anita. And he looked stupid at her and said he wanted something to eat, for he was always hungry, this Diego. Then sne took a good look at him and then threw back her white reboso and Diego saw a wormy, grinning skull, and blue little balls of fire for eyes. Then she brought her skull n^ ear to his face and opened her fleshless jaws and blew into Diego's face a breath so icy cold that he dropped down like a dead man. But, senor, a fool's luck saved him and when he was found in the morning, he |