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Don Pedro refuses his aid toward the founding of the Santa Barbara mission, Serra's cherished dream, and the two part in bitterness. CHAPTER I—Continued “Heretical words! How dare you speak so? Is it not to the glory of God that these pagans have been taught decency, cleanliness? That they have been taught the word of God? And that they have learned it is the lot of man to labor and toil honestly to produce a living from the soil in the sweat of their brows? Can you refute that?” Fages managed a twisted smile. “ ‘Consider the lilies of the field,’ ” he quoted, “ ‘they toil not.’ Can you refute that?” “I shall not try to. You but mock such inspired words.” “No, you will not try to, because you know you can not. You know that before these poor savages came into the Church they were at least healthy. Look at them now! Diseased!” “And who is responsible for that? Can you tell me? Yes, but you will not. It is the soldiers, your sol diers, the King’s soldiers! They have seduced the poor Indian women, and given them the loath some diseases of the Europeans. They are dying of it, like flies.” “ No, that is what you have brought them!” Fages rejoined Serra staggered. “Before God, explain those words! What I have brought?” “Yes, you. You and your mis sionaries with your greed to save souls for the further glory and pow er of an already too - powerful church!” Serra was struggling for control, and when he spoke his voice was thick and trembling. “Rash man! Godless man! I won der heaven does not open and the fires of holy wrath descend and de stroy you!” He raised his hands with spread fingers, and advanced toward the Governor. “On your head be the blame! We men of God ask no escort of sol diery, it is forced upon us by the rapacious State, eager for domin ion, swollen with the spoils of stolen empires! Leave us alone, you men of war, the cross must go alone!” Clutching the crucifix of his ros ary he held it before him. “Alone the cross will conquer! I ask for no soldiers, I ask for priests, Pedro Fages, men of God, strong in the strength of righteousness, not armed with steel! Men bearing the word of God, with divine love in their hearts, not the fires of lust that burn and kill!” He sank to his knees. “Blessed Mother of God, Holy Ghost Divine, Holy Master Jesus, here on my knees before you, I, the least of thy servants, Junipero Ser ra, do make a vow! Send me two strong brethren and with their help alone will I raise to thee a temple, the Mission Santa Barbara! Then will I willingly give up my soul and without one regret tread the dark valley of the shadow of death.” The boy Pio slipped fearfully into the room. “Padre mio,” he whispered awe somely, “it is the hour for vespers. Shall I ring the bell?” The father raised his face, stained with tears, drawn with agony. He nodded, and the boy departed silently. For a few moments the two men regarded each other. Then the Governor gathered up hat and riding whip that lay on the table. “Good night,” he said abruptly. “May your prayers be answered.” The other looked at him implor ingly. “God soften your heart," said he. As Pedro Fages and his servant rode away toward the Presidio of Monterey, they heard the plaintive notes of the vesper bells through the Carmel Valley. Mayorga walked from the window and joined de Neve beneath the map. “Si, you are a soldier, Felipe. One of the conquistadores of this heathen land here on the wall that is caus ing me so much trouble.” “A heathen land indeed,” an swered de Neve. “And troublesome indeed. There is only one person who can help you. A woman.” “Yes—a woman—and that is why I tremble.” The third man, Romeu, joined them and looked up at the map. “There is one person who will keep Don Pedro happy and content ed in California,” the Viceroy con tinued. “That is his wife, the beaute ous Dona Eulalia Celis de Fages.” He preened himself and smoothed the creamy lace ruffles at his wrist. "I for one do not blame him for that. She would keep any man hap py, anywhere.” He walked again to the window and peered out into the street. Romeu and de Neve ex changed glances. “You are right, your Excellency,’ agreed Romeu. “I well remember the day the couriers met us, down in that desert of the Colorado, with dispatches that Don Pedro was to be governor. He did not give thanks that he would not have to chase Indios all over New Spain—he did '‘•vjfnk it * $ CHAPTER H A thousand cries rose from the street below and filtered through the open velvet-hung windows of a room in the upper floor of the palace of the Viceroy of Mexico, one Mayor ga. Venders were hawking their wares: foodstuffs, parrots, baskets, pottery, burros and young pigs. The Viceroy, for the fiftieth time that bright morning, pulled aside one of the velvet curtains and looked down into the street, his nose twitching with agitation as he did so. “You are nervous, my friend,” chuckled a soldierly-looking man who stood beneath a great map of California stretched across the wall. A third man took a long cigar from between his bearded lips, to answer him. “You, Felipe de Neve, are a sol dier, a fighter, and should be afraid of nothing—while our friend here, Mayorga, is—if he will pardon me, anly Viceroy of Mexico. Ha should b« allowed a few qualms.” “Yes!” Exclaimed the Two at Once. not think of his rise of position— from a humble Catalan soldado de cuero to governorship—he did not think of the glory of Spain or the Church. Oh, no. He knelt in the sand and said, ‘Now I can have my Eulalia with me.’ And he made me promise I would persuade her to join him. And here I am.” “Yes, and you must persuade her!” exclaimed Mayorga earnest ly. “Fages is the only man for California, and I fear if his wife does not join him, he will not stay.” “Fear it!” snorted de Neve. “I know it. As for persuading her, you are to open the subject, and we will amen your suggestions.” “How can I! How can any man persuade a woman against her will! Look at the desolate stretch of coun try—the Californias, upper and low er! Regard the distance from this, the capital of Mexico, to that little spot which is Monterey, the capital of the Californias! The leagues of sea and desert that separate them! The sand, the cacti, the savages—” Romeu looked reflectively at the land he pointed out. “How will she reach there, by ship?” he asked. “She will have to walk,” said de Neve calmly. “Walk!” ejaculated the others. Just then there was a clamor in the street below. They went to the window and saw a carriage ar riving up the filthy muddy street. The three men saw the footmen leap to their feet, open the carriage door and bow low. A woman dis mounted, tall and bony-looking in spite of her enswathing clothing. Then another figure appeared, draped in gauzy black, a coquettish figure, they could see, for all the swaddlings of black lace that con cealed her face, hands and all, against the sun’s rays. The two hurried across the pave and dis appeared in the palace. The three men sighed. “It is she,” said Romeu. “The beauty of Barcelona,” said the Viceroy. “The fiery Catalan,” said de Neve. In a moment a lackey an nounced, “La Senora Dona Eulalia Celis de Fages, and the Dona An- gustias Moreno.” “I am most happy to see your Excellency looking so well after the ball last night,” said the lady with a twinkle in her black eyes. “And to see you, Capitan Romeu, and you, General de Neve.” By this time she was seated in a high-backed chair, upholstered in crimson leather, and was swinging a small satin-shod foot and silken ankle nervously back and forth. “I have had a mysterious letter from Don Pedro, and he told me, Don Felipe, that you would have news for me. Then when his Excellency invites me here this morning, I am more mystified. You are looking wonderfully well, Don Felipe, for one who has spent such a long time in that terrible country—that Cali fornia.” Romeu looked whimsically at the Viceroy who was twitching at his lace ruffles. “Thank you, Dona Eulalia. It is a miracle that I look well, for you are right, it is a terrible country.” Sighing lugubriously he looked at the fidgeting Mayorga. “As for the mysterious news, his Excellency will tell you of it.” “Er—er—not at all—General—that is your privilege—as Don Pedro’s old and valued friend, I will give you that privilege.” He began to pace rapidly back and forth, look ing furtively from the map of Cali fornia to Dona Eulalia’s cream white face, shadowed in its black lace. De Neve rose. “Your Excellency, I defer to your higher position. Yours is the honor—the privilege.” Mayorga ran a finger around his tight collar, and grew a little red above its gilt and purple. “I—er Capitan Romeu gave a dry chuck le. “Dona Eulalia, the honor which has befallen Don Pedro is so great, and will so affect your future, that I think I will ask permission of the General and his Excellency to break it to you myself.” “Yes!” exclaimed the two at once. “Very well. Come, Dona, and give me your hand.” In bewilder ment she entrusted her fingers to the gentle urging of the Capitan, who drew her over to the map. “This,” he said, “is a map of California — of both Californias, Baja and Alta. Here, in Baja Cali fornia we see little Loreto—the Jes uit missionaries founded this—but your ears and throat tell me you know also it produces the finest pearls in the world. Verdad?” She smiled. This was language she understood. “Very well. We will leave Baja California and go on to Alta Cali fornia-just a jump—thus—and we find the Mission San Diego de Al cala—the first to be built in Alta California — already the soil has been blessed with a martyr’s blood —then we find San Juan Capistrano, in a beautiful, beautiful spot—and so on up we find San Gabriel Arc- angel. Ah, that is the busy place— everyone going into or out of Cali fornia stops there—it is quite a lit tle metropolis.” Dona Eulalia was becoming in terested in spite of herself. “Your finger passed over something here,” she exclaimed, “near San Gabriel— what is that?” Romeu peered closely. “That? Oh, that is just one of the two pueb los—de Neve’s pets. That is the Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles de Porciuncula. Los Angeles, they call it. A filthy, tiny place—scarcely noticed beside the mission settlement of San Gabriel.” De Neve interrupted. “Romeu, you falsify. That place will be, some day, the greatest—” “De Neve, do you wish to com plete the lady’s geography lesson?” De Neve subsided. “Come, come, Capitan,” ex claimed Dona Eulalia. “What is the meaning of all this? I tremble with anticipation—or apprehension.” “Ah, yes. Pardon my digressions. But here is San Buenaventura, on the blue Pacific, San Luis Obispo, San Antonio de Padua, San Carlos Borromeo, Santa Clara and San Francisco de Asis. And here is another pueblo, San Jose. All these lovely places—and loveliest of all, the Capital of California, the Pre sidio of Monterey. It is not a ter rible country, Dona, it is a lovely country—one of the loveliest of the world, where living may be a Joy, a pleasure, such as could never be known otherwhere.” In the background de Neve snort ed. The Viceroy came up and stood beside the two gazing at the map. “And over all that country, one man has been chosen as governor— one man out of all who have served there—one man, whom all the Indi os, frailes and soldiers .will honor. And the wife of that man will be received like a little queen of the land—will be a queen, in her own right. All the missions and pueb los and presidios will do her hom age—it will be her queendom.” The large gloomy room was very still, except for the heavy breath ing of the Viceroy, and the street noises that filtered in through the windows. Eulalia put her hand on her breast. "You mean that Pedro— that I—that we—” Romeu nodded. Eulalia screamed. Angustias rushed to her side. “I won’t! I never will go there! That barbarous place! No! This Mexico City is bad enough after Barcelona—but California—Monte rey! No! Angustias,.take me home! I don’t believe Pedro is governor— you are lying to me—deceiving me —you old—old—fools!” “Senora, you do not realize what you are doing,” interjected de Neve. "I assure you California is a mar velous land—a land that in time will be looked upon with envy by all the nations of earth—and which will at tract millions from all over the world—a land of commerce and ac complishment. It is your fate, your destiny to go there.” “Ai, what do I care for its com merce—its accomplishment!” Romeu spoke thoughtfully. “Certainly—but it would be nice in future days to know that genera tions yet unborn will say when they con the history of that country you so despised, ‘Lovely Dona Eulalia da Fages! The first First Lady of all the Californias!’ For you will be, you know. No other lady of quality has set foot in the land. Wives of petty officers, soldier’s women, yee —but none like yourself.” He con cluded with a sweeping bow. “Now that is more interesting, Capitan Romeu. The first First La dy. That would be very amusing. I am sorry I can not do it.” “That is just what you will be, Senora. As for Don Pedro—what his life will be, who can say? Of course he is a devoted husband—a man of honor—but who can say where his loneliness will lead him during those years apart from your fascinating self?” At this Eulalia rose definitely to her feet. “You are tricking me! You have just told me there were no women in California—” “I did not say that, Senora—I said there were no ladies. Women, ah, yes—young Indian girls—quite attractive, and er—quite careless aa to clothing—and in whom, alas, the holy fathers have not as yet been able to plant the seeds of de cency.” “How dare you, General de Neve! You, Pedro’s old friend, to speak of him this way! Slandering him!” “Pardon, Senora. I do no auch thing. I was simply pointing out the characteristics of the present population of California.” Eulalia’s heart pounded, and she laid her hand on her bosom. Turn ing away from the window she leaned back, a black butterfly against the red velvet hanging. (TO BE CONTINUED) Earliest Christian Chapel Moved From Syria to New Haven Fine Arts Gallery The earliest Christian chapel ever discovered has been moved over seas from Syria and reconstructed in the Yale Gallery of Fine Arts, at New Haven, Conn. The chapel is of extraordinary historic interest, since it dates from the early part of the Third century, when Chris tians worshiped secretly in Rome’s catacombs, in such tiny, concealed rooms as the Syrian chapel. On the walls are paintings, indicating how early Christians pictured such scenes as Christ healing the lame man at Capernaum, Peter attempt ing to walk on the water and the three Marys at the tomb of Christ. A box-like affair is identified as an early baptismal font. It is roofed by a barrel vault supported by pil lars. Yale archeologists who unearthed the chapel in ruins of Dura-on-the- Euphrates, says a writer in the Kansas City Star, trace its history through several generations of use, ending with Dura’s fall in the Per sian siege of 256 A. D. The chapel, they explain, first was merely a se cluded room in the home of wealthy Christians, who must have offered It as a safe place for worship in tima of Christian persecution. A generation or two later, when the Christian sect had grown strongs er and was more tolerated, the fam ily moved out, leaving the large and elegant house to the Christian com munity. The archeologists infer this from finding no trace of stove, cistern, or other household gear. At this time, the rooms were re arranged and walls of the tiny chap el were decorated with their many Biblical paintings. Other rooms in the house were incongruously left adorned with pagan Bacchic friezes. This suggests to the archeologists that taste had changed, or else that final siege of the city in 256 inter* rupted the renovation. Ancient Egyptian Custom It was customary for the afflicted family of the ancient Egyptians M conduct lamentations at home dui^ ing a period of 70 days or moEB, singing funeral dirges and fulfillina all the other duties required by gum tom and their own feelings. DR. JAMES W. BARTON © Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service. S OME months ago in discuss ing the importance of the liver it was pointed out that a congress of physicians from all over the world was meeting at Vichy, the European health re sort, and would spend three days on the one subject, “The Insufficient Liver.” The con gress met, and 1,600 physicians were in attendance. A part of the program is reported in the Journal of the American Medi cal Association. The various tests to learn how well the liver was doing its work were discussed and how the insufficient liver could interfere with the condition of the blood, and this in turn could cause certain skin erup tions and irritations. Thus a liver that is not doing its work properly was shown to be the direct cause of pruritis nr R.rt«n (itching), urticaria Dr. Barton (hives)> eczema, and that other common skin ailment —impetigo. In impetigo there are little blisters on the skin which .dll fill with pus, break down and leave yellowish scabs. There is no redness about these scabs and they “look as if they were stuck on the skin with gum.” It was pointed out that these skin ailments can, in turn, give rise to serious liver disturbances. In such diseases as bronze diabetes, the skin and liver changes go hand in hand. Other Disturbanees. Another body disturbance due to an “insufficient” liver is oedema, or swelling, this Swelling being due to the liver not removing certain poi sons from the blood. Another disturbance caused by the insufficient liver is in the nerv ous system. It upsets the proper balance and many of the changes in the disposition and actions of our friends and acquaintances may be due to the fact that they are “liv erish.” Altogether, abstracts of 130 pa pers on this one subject—the insuf ficient liver—ware presented during the three-day session. Thus as we think of the liver— the king of the organs—and of all the different kinds of work it has to do—store sugar, make bile, filter the blood, help to supply materials for the blood—we are not surprised that it does not always work properly. It fails to work properly in most cases because we eat too much at one time of fat and starch foods, and take little or no exercise to stimulate the circulation of the blood through the liver. * . * High Blood Pressnre. There was a time when an opera tion—usually be removal of the ap pendix—was a favorite, if not the favorite, topic of conversation among middle-aged men and wom en. Today, if it is not about the heart—angina, coronary thrombosis, leaking valves—it is about the blood pressure. What is blood pressure? Blood pressure is the pressure made against the walls of the blood vessels as it circulates throughout the body. The physician measures this pressure against a column of mercury—just as we read the pres- ure of the atmosphere on the barom eter. Now the average individual has learned that if this pressure of the blood is too great against the blood vessel wall it may break through the wall and cause bleeding—^hem orrhage—which bleeding will cause damage in the brain, heart or else where according to where the lesion occurs? The average individual also thinks that it is because the walls of the blood vessels have lost their elastic tissue—hardening of the arteries— that the pressure becomes so high, and this is often true. However, if the individual is excited or upset at the time of, or because of, the ex amination, or has just eaten a heavy meal, his blood pressure may be up as high as 20 to 30 points. A little quiet reassuring chat by the phys ician will often bring the pressure down to normal within a few min utes. Sometimes, of course, the pressure has to be taken a number of times; in the morning before breakfast is a favorable time. Even when the blood pressure iy “always” high, if the individual goes about his regular affairs or duties in life with ordinary care— no heavy work, light meals even if more meals are eaten, acquiring calmness or poise—he may never have the slightest symptom of high- blood pressure and live just as long as if his blood pressure had been normal. Dr. David Riesman, Philadelphia, in Armais of Internal Medicine, makes this statement: “An individ ual can live to eighty or even one hundred years with high systolic (blood being forced against vessel walls) blood pressure.” Old-Time Charm In Pansy Afghan Here’s something different in crocliet—an afghan with a pansy design that’s full of old-time charm. Make it of 4 fold german- town, entirely in single crochet— a medallion at a time, with each flower a different color if you wish (it’s grand for left-over wool). 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