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. . ■ ■ ( THE SUN. NEWBERRY, S. C. FRIDAY, JULY 29, 1938 ■■■ —i Mistress of • Virginia SUvera Bartlett Virginia Stivers Bartlett I Service CHAPTER XXIV—Continued —21— “No," she replied coldly, "I will ,not come. Are you really going . . • actually going to leave me here, {sick and miserable, with an ailing child, and a couple of silly women 'to take care of me? Are you really going?” “Pues, my dear, you are not ill. You are just unhappy, you should ) •• 1 • e a “Not ill! How can you say that? iWhat do you know of me? I am ill. jl am dying, I tell you! Hour by .hour, day by day, I am dying in this place! Yet you will leave me, to go to your fiestas, and your mis sion foundings, and let me die alone!” “Eulalia, this is not true. Control yourself!” “Control myself!” She rose to her (feet. “How dare you say that to 'me? What have I been doing, but 'controlling myself, my thoughts, my unhappiness, all this time! I am sick, I tell you . . I am dying!” She was crying, hysterically, un controllably. Pedro reached to take her into his arms, but she evaded him, screaming out at him unintel ligibly. “Eulalia . . . Eulalia . . he said. But she was in the full sway of her emotions, a flood of feeling was carrying her along, and she did not struggle against the tide. “Miserable, unhappy place!” she ^creamed. “I want to get away from this California! Never see it again! If 1 don’t, I tell you, I shall die, or kill myself! No, don’t touch me . . keep away from me! Go to your Mission Santa Barbara, go ... go. Ai, Dios!” She flung her hands above her head and clasped them, for the moment utterly be reft of her reason. As her husband came near to her, she leaped sud denly backward. “Beast! Devil!” she screamed, and crashed to the floor. Her n>-^d struck a corner of the heavy table, and as she lay on the dirt floor, blood streamed from her temple. Her screams had at-last brought Angustias, frightened, into the room, and she was on her knees be side the now motionless figure be fore Pages. “She has fainted,” exclaimed An gustias breathlessly, “and cut her head . . . pobrecilla.” Pedro Pages threw his hat, gaunt lets and riding whip into a corner. “Oh, God!” he muttered. “Oh, my God!" Then he lifted the lady in his arms and carried her to her bed. So the Mission of Santa Barbara was founded without the Governor of California being present. But when the mission was already ten days old, the Governor, his son and a small party arrived at the place. Another ceremony was car ded out in solemn reverence, at which the Governor attended with a stern set face. And when the rites were over, he knelt for a long time before the crude altar. Those who watched near him said when he arose, his face was wet with tears. “He was Junipero Serra’s good friend,” they explained to one an other pityingly. “He is thinking of him now no doubt.” So, though the legal date of the founding of the Mission Santa Bar bara was the fourteenth of Decem ber, that being the day when the Governor was present, .the Gover nor always insisted that the real founding was on the Feast of the Lady Santa Barbara herself, that being December fourth. The Governor lingered not for cel ebrations nor fiestas, but returned at once to Monterey. “Now,” he said to himself, look ing back at the little spot where the church was to stand. “Now, at last. Padre Junipero, your prayers are answered, and my vows are kept.” CHAPTER XXV For nearly three years, ever since Don Pedro had gone south' to the founding of the Mission Santa Bar bara, Eulalia had lived in as chaste a state as the old Spanish virgin. At first she had denied herself to him through sheer lassitude, then, realizing his need of her, his seem ing dependence upon her, she had purposely withheld' herself. She had determined that there should be fa vor for favor. For the privilege of bolding her in his arms, he was to return with her to Mexico. The plan had seemed beautifully simple to her, but when she men tioned it to her husband he had turned on her a strange unbelieving look, tugged his beard, muttered something about prostitution, and set up a camp cot in his office by the presidio gate. So three years had passed. Don Pedro grew a little leaner, and his face a little wolfish with gleaming eyes and grizzled beard, but always stern, uncompromising. And Eula lia, with everything at stake upon her attractiveness, grew more beau tiful, but nervously alert. Her black eyes were wary and predatory. One day Angustias marched bold ly toward her with a determined tread that bespoke some matter of import brewing in her mind. “Nina!” she spoke sharply, stand ing with arms akimbo. “You will pardon me for speaking to you this way: God is my witness, I have kept quiet long enough. But this thing goes too far!" “What thing?” murmured Eula lia easily. “You know well enough. This thing of Don Pedro, bless his heart, sleeping down at his office. Three years! Humph!” She snorted loudly. “Perhaps it is not fitting that a sin gle woman, such as I, should speak of such things. Indeed it is pain ful. difficult, for me to do so, but I must . . .” Eulalia smoothed an eyebrow with a finger-tip. “Um-m-m,” she mur mured. “I think I shall take a walk. Across the presidio. And call on his Excellency in his office.” She rose grandly and, holding her skirts aloof from the dust, walked erectly across the parade-ground. In his office the Governor was puz zling over a letter he had received by a courier from San Francisco. So that when Eulalia swept im periously into the office, he greeted her absently although surprisedly. Eulalia sat impatiently in the chair he offered her, and looked around the office while the Gover nor talked excitedly. The white washed walls were hung with maps, crisscrossed with marks of trails over unknown country which Don “Very Well! Do as Ion Please!” Pedro himself had explored. His few books, which he had moved from the palacio, were on a rough shelf. And in one corner was his camp cot. She lifted her nose dis dainfully at the crude furnishings as she remembered the splendid fit tings of the viceregal palace at Mex ico City. A fine office for the Gover nor of all the Calif omias! She fretted uneasily, but the Gov ernor did not notice her. “So they dare!” he was saying, "they dare, these rash new people, to send ships to our Pacific Coast, which they must well know is ter ritory of the King of Spain! What kind of people are they, in God’s name! Are they not contented with the whole Atlantic Coast, that they must send ships here! I do not mind confessing to you, gentlemen, that I fear these people. They will make us trouble some day, mark my words. This continent, large as it is, is not large enough to hold us all. We should exterminate them.” Several officers nodded anxiously in assent. “Well, these ships from . . . what is it they call themselves?" “Los Estados Unidos de Ameri- ca» “The United States of America! What blasted effrontery! I suppose we are included in these United States! Subject to their king!” “He is not a king, your Excellen cy. He calls himself a president.” “Pah! Not even a king! What is his name?” He examined the pa pers again. “Washington, General George Washington! Whew!” His tongue struggled with the English words. Now I an sending word to Don Jose Dario Arguello at San Francisco that if these two ships, the Columbia and the Lady Wash ington, put into San Francisco bay they are to be seized, and their cap tains—what are their unholy names? Captain James Kendrick and Cap tain Robert Gray—are to be thrown in prison.” The officers bowed and departed. Don Pedro turned toward his wife with inquiring eyes. She rose slow ly and began moving about the lit tle room. “I remember the first time I saw a map like this,” she said, pausing before the map of the Califomias. “It was in the palace of the Vice roy.” She traced a trail with her finger. “And they told me I could ride to Monterey in my coach. Hum. Liars!” she hissed suddenly. Pages said nothing. She circled till she reached the cot. She sat down upon it. “You have that old robe of pelican down on your cot!” “So you remember it?” asked Don Pedro. “Ah, yes . . . What a hard little bed,” she murmured. “And so nar row.” She raised her eyes to him. “It is as narrow as the grave,” replied Don Pedro. “And as hard as stone. But I am used to sleeping on it. I am as calloused as a Fran ciscan." “It could hardly hold two people, could it? No matter how fond their love.” Don Pedro looked at her strange ly- “Two could sit upon it, side by side, and still be strangers,” he said, and walked slowly to her. She looked up at him invitingly. “Sit down then,” she said, pat ting the robe of down, “and let us see if we two can not sit here and be friends.” He hesitated, then sank beside her. “Querido . . . you great bear,” she said, “come to your own room tonight . . . and let us talk.” He drew away from her. “About what?” he asked suspi ciously. “About going back to Mexico to gether. You and I and the children. You have too many anxieties here . . . and we are not happy here together. Come, let us go back. Let us be hr.ppy the rest of our lives. You. and I too, have done our duty by our King in this California. Come”—she caressed him—“and the rest of our lives will be a honey moon. Do you not desire that?” For an unhappy moment Don Pe dro stared into his wife’s flushed pleading face, then abruptly jerked away from her and stood in the center of the room, fists clenched, brows knotted. "Duty! Who are you to speak of duty! You do not know the meaning of the word! Wheedling me, deceiv ing me, trying to seduce me from what I consider right!” Eulalia sprang to her feet. “Very well! Do as you please!” As the door closed behind her the Governor, with a curse, swept his desk clean with one hand. Papers, books, quills and ink scattered on the floor. “Damn her!” he said fervently. “Damn her! What fa it Indizuela called her? Cold, cruel Spaniard! Yes, the coldest and crudest I ever knew. Why can not I be left in peace? I only ask to be alone to do my duty ... I do not want to go back to Mexico, or to Spain!” He flung the words at the silent walls as though someone had chal lenged him. Then Eulalia’s words came back to him. “To live a honeymoon the rest of our lives ... a little com fort ... a little ease . . ." They sounded reasonable when he said them to himself. “Fifty years . . .” he muttered, ‘T am over fifty years, and the best of those years have been given to this siren, California. Why not go back?” His foot rustled against the map that lay crumpled on the floor. He picked it up and smoothed it across the desk. As he did, bis fingers almost unconsciously began tracing trails which he had traveled. Here was the mysterious country across the bay from San Francisco, the tule country, and a hundred spots where his camp-fires had been. Here were crosses that marked mis sion sites that he had helped dedi- cate; here was where he had the fight with the bears . . . Again he leaned his head in his hands and groaned. “Ai, Dios mio, I can not leave my California! I would be lost any where else in all the wide world, this country only is my home, the home of my heart.” “I will not leave it!” he ex claimed suddenly. “Why should I sit here sniveling in my beard be cause my woman torments me? What has come over me? Am I no longer a man, and governor of Cali fornia? Ha!” He smote his chest. “I shall go now, this very day, this very hour on a long visit. I shall go to Santa Barbara, and San Gabriel and San Diego, and have some festivities. And I shall leave Eulalia here alone. I shall be stern and hard . . . hard as my bed.” He kicked the overturned cot. “Come to her bed! Not II I will go out and seek the company of worthy priests and good soldiers, pioneers all, and we will talk man talk, and drink deeply together.” He took his gun down from the wall and cuddled it in his arm. “And you shall go with me, my friend, and we will kill the hugest bear in all California!”' In her room at the palacio Eula lia was writing a lengthy document. When she had finished it, she poured sand over the paper, then read the contents carefully. What she read evidently pleased her, for she smiled many times. Then she called for a servant, and the letter was delivered to a courier riding south with offi cial dispatches. “Where is the Governor’s frank on this?” inquired the courier when he received it. “It is from her Excellency,” mur mured the servant. “Humph,” grunted the courier, and tucked it carefully away in his bag. CHAPTER XXVI Eulalia watched the Governor preparing for his departure with out a word. His impedimenta seemed to consist mainly of small casks of aguardiente, and skins oi wine; of guns and ammunition. Hq wore his disreputable leather jerkin, and roughest boots. He packed a few other belongings haphazardly into his knapsack. When he was ready, he bowed before his wife ironically and said with mock reverence. “La Senora la Gobernadora! I go, and I know not when I return. Do not grieve for me, but control your impatience for my company until I return, which will be in due time, and according to my own free will. Adios!” Eulalia said nothing, but drew her brows together darkly. She watched Don Pedro and his party gallop away across the pa rade-ground toward the great gate which was swung open and ready for them. A few miles outside the presidio, the Governor and his gay party came upon the mail courier, lying beneath a tree, his head pillowed on the sack of mail. “Ho!” cried his Excellency. “What is this? Is it in such a man ner that the King’s business is car ried on? But never mind,” he added hastily as the fellow scrambled to his feet guiltily. “Never mind. Do not disturb yourself. I would like to lie down and rest too. Let us all rest, Caballeros, and let us wash some of this dust out of our throats!” All dismounted. (TO BE CONTINUED) Boulder Dam Required an Expenditure oi $165,000,000 Before It Was Completed Boulder dam was built between the rock walls in Black canyon on the Colorado river, that same treacherous torrent which carved out the Grand canyon and which forms the Arizona-Nevada boundary line near Las Vegas, Nev. Such a project to control the dan gerous floods of the Colorado, and to provide against the drouth peri ods which ensue after its spring-, time rush to the gulf with the melt ing Rocky mountain snows had been conceived many years before it was begun. Even the location in Black canyon or in Boulder canyon, 18 miles up the river, had been agreed upon by engineers. But there was no way of financing the project, which cost $165,000,000, until the demand for power in the rapidly growing south ern California cities and the inter mediate area made it feasible. It is to be paid for entirely out of earnings. Actual work on the main project was completed in five years, two years less than anticipated. At times there were mbre than 5,000 workmen employed in the night- and-day operations, and trucks, ma chinery and other equipment of un heard-of proportions were built just for the project. The dam face is 720 fast high. From a bottom thickness of 660 feet it tapers to a top thickness of 45 feet, and this mass of solid concrete has pushed back the waters of the Colorado to form Lake Mead, the largest artificial body of water in the world. It is 115 miles in length, will attain a maximum depth of 585 feet, and varies in width from the narrow Boulder canyon gorge which separates the two main lake sec tions to expanses of water many miles across. Its fjord - marked shoreline eventually will be 550 miles long. Origin of the "Annie Oakley" According to “American Tra'np and Underworld Slang,” edited by Godfrey Irwin, the phrase “Annie Oakley" means a free ticket or pass to an amusement or entertainment. The passes were punched with holes to prevent their being sold as regu lar tickets and to prevent money be ing refunded if the show did not go on, as is customary with paid ad missions. Thus, they resemble the cards that were used for targets, after the famous rifle shooter, Annie Oakley, finished shooting at them. Annie Oakley performed with the Buffalo Bill circus for 17 years. TMb term originated in the circus world, but is now included in common slang Say Prints for Home Frocks T567 O NE is for young figures, one for mature. Both of these dresses are smart and new in fashion, and both are pretty enough to wear when company comes, as well as for working round the house. Each has a con venient pocket. These designs are delightfully easy to make, even for beginners. Each includes a complete and detailed sew chart. If You Wear Misses’ Sizes. Make yourself the charming, full-skirted dirndl-type frock with shirring at the waistline on the shoulders, and on the nice big pocket. Everything about it is very young and attractive—espe cially the snug basque top, square necldine and tie belt. In a gay print, with ricrac to match, this will be one of your most flattering cottons. If You Wear Women’s Sizes. Then you’ll want the slenderiz ing dress, built on classic shirt waist lines, with a plain, slim hipped skirt. Fullness beneath smooth shoulder pieces gives it correct fit over the bust. Notice there is a slight blouse at the waistline, ,for freedom of action. That narrow roll collar, finishing the V-neck, is becoming to full faces. This, too, will be pretty in any tubfast cotton that you like, trimmed with ricrac. The Patterns. 1567 is designed for sizes 12, 14, 16, 18 and 20. Size 14 requires 4% yards of 35-inch material; 9 yards of ricrac to trim; 1% yards ribbon for tie belt. 1529 is designed for sizes 34, 36, 38, 40, 42, 44 and 46. Size 36 re quires 4% yards of 35-inch materi al; 214 yards of ricrac to trim. Success in Sewing. Success in sewing, like success in any other field, depends upon how you approach the task in hand. To help you turn out clothes professional looking in every de tail, we have a book which plainly sets forth the simple rules of home dressmaking. The beginner will find every step in making a dress clearly outlined and illustrated within its covers. For the experi enced sewer there are many help ful hints and suggestions for sew ing short cuts. Send 15 cents (in coins) today for your copy of SUC CESS IN SEWING, a book every home dressmaker will find of value. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020, 211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111. Price of patterns, 15 cents (in coins) each. « BeU Syndicate.—WNU Service. 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For about 1% quarts ice cream, double recipe above, using full contents of package. Freeze in one or two trays 3 to 6 hours, depending upon amount of cream in trays and freezing speed of the particular refrigerator being used. Uncle Reserve a Phase of Modesty A man may dislike to be asked to be identified. That is why he has no' enthusiasm for thumb printing. If you can make a good quota tion in bolstering your opinion, it seems to have more weight than your own logic. Artistic temperament believes in itself. This accounts for its fury when thwarted. She's Usually Disappointed When a man marries for money, his wife finds out in time whether he’s worth it or not. If there were no “second terms” in any American office, it might save a lot of trouble. A man may doubt it when he is told he is handsome, but he will accept it as a fact when he is told he looks distinguished. TT WAS a great day on an up- 4 state New York farm more than a half century ago. The big gest pumpkins, the finest apples and the sleekest live stock were being loaded to take to the Fair. Grandmother acv.ounced that she was talcing her silk crazy patch- work quilt. The family disap proved. The quilt glowed with the richest taffetas and satins of “best” dresses of those they knew and loved. All that winter the red ribbons and blue ribbons, won by prize pumpkins and apples and farm animals adorned the mantel shelf. But Grandmother, placidly stitching away in her rocking chair, had tucked away in the pocket of her voluminous skirt, the only cash prize that anyone brought home from the Fair. Her crazy patch quilt is still a thing of beauty and a center of interest. It is perfectly at home in a mod ern living room today. Here is a corner of it and the leaflet offered below tells you just how to make this kind of quilt and gives de tailed instructions for dozens of stitches and combinations of stitches to be used for embroider ing crazy patchwork. 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