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THE SUN, NEWBERRY. S. C FRIDAY, MARCH 25, 1938 Mistress of Monterey VIRGINIA STIVERS BARTLETT Q Virginia Stivers Bartlett WNU Service WHAT to EAT and WHY SYNOPSIS In Spanish-governed California of 1783 a conflict between Church and State Is repre- sen'ed by two friendly enemies, frail old Fray Junlpero Serra, Franciscan mission ary, and Don Pedro Pages, civil governor. After telling Serra he Is sending to Mexico for his wife and son whom he has not seen for eight years, Don Pedro refuses his aid toward the founding of the Santa Barbara mission, Serra’s cherished dream, and the two part in bitterness. In Mexico City, Dona Eulalia, accompanied by her duenna, Angustias. arrives at the embassy in re sponse to a letter from her husband, Don Pedro. Shown a map of California by the viceroy, she Is told that there she would be a queen in her own right. CHAPTER II—Continued "I suppose,” she panted, then took a deep breath and spoke defiantly, coldly, “I suppose I may take my coach to Monterey?” As she left the room the three men looked at one another. “Why did you tell her she mighl take her coach?” expostulated Gen eral de Neve to Romeu. "Um-m-m—she might,” he an swered slowly. The Viceroy was looking at the map. “I have heard,” he said, tracing a trail with his finger, “that there are places on the road where scarce ly a burro can pick its way.” “Right,” agreed de Neve. “There are places where she will have to go on foot.” CHAPTER III Father Junipero Serra paced qui etly along the dusty road, little more than a path, that led from the hum ble adobe church of San Carlos Bor- romeo to a hut where an Indian lay dying. Only an Indian, but Padre Serra wore vestments suitable to the occasion, and bore in his hands the sacred oil. Some time later, the Indian’s soul having been commended to Heaven, Father Serra started back to the mission. Horses’ hoofs suddenly shook the ground. Two horsemen rode be side him as he limped steadily on, murmuring a psalm. They dis- mounted near him. One, as he dropped on his knees, crossed him self and threw his reins to the other with the same gesture. Padre Serra did not glance at them as they knelt beside the path. But he knew well who they were: Don Pedro Fages, Gobernador-General of the Califor- nias, and his servant were on their knees at the passing of the sacra ment. When he had returned sacrament and pyx to the church and divested himself, Pio told him that the Gob- emador was waiting to see him. He sighed deeply. He had seen the Gobernador many times since they had parted so bit terly that autumn evening. But on ly at mass. They had never ex changed a word since then. As he tied the heavy cord about his robe, his fingers trembled. He prepared himself for the interview with a brief fervent prayer, and went to meet Don Pedro. There was a slight embarrassed silence, then the Governor moved impulsively forward and knelt at the priest’s feet. “Your blessing, Father,” he begged. “With all my heart!” answered the Franciscan, lifting his hands over the broad shoulders of the kneeling man. Then Fages rose with a deep breath, and a smile. “Well!” he said. “Well?” “Ah, Padre mio, I have news for you! Great news, good news! Your prayers have been answered, and so have mine!” “You mean—” "Yes! Your two men of God are arriving, and we shall consider the Mission Santa Barbara. These priests are coming in the train that brings my wife and son to me, and I am—” But the priest heard only the first words, and was stumbling toward a chair to support his trembling frame, murmuring, “Ave Maria Pu- risima! Ave Maria!” For a mo ment his head rolled against the back of the chair, and his eyes closed. Fages knelt by him, and looked anxiously into his face. “Father, Father, what is it?” he asked as he chafed the worn trem bling hands. “It is more than I can bear. Par- .dcn my weakness, your Excellency, but I have spent so many hours in prayer, and I have hoped, and feared, so about this matter. I should have had greater faith. All, praise God!” Fages poured wine from a jug on the table and carried it to Serra. They drank, and smiled over the cups. “Yes, they are coming. They are even now on their way. Every thing comes to pass in good time, Father.” “It is strange you should have to tell me that, my son. I will hsve to do many penances for my lack of faith, I am afraid.” “Ah, no. You are a saint But think! Even now the cavalcade is on its way, with my Dona Eulalia, and Pedro the Younger, as he is called, for me.” Serra rose from his chair and limped to the Governor. “Ah, for give me, I have not congratulated you on your happiness. How joy ful you must be! What a happiness to have your family with you. And when will this cavalcade be arriv ing?” Fages frowned. “The time will go so slowly I hardly dare compute it. It will be months, of course, nearly a year. But because it is spring now, they will be in Monte rey before the old year passes. I am going to meet them!" he said, excitedly pacing back and forth. “Yes, I am going to meet them, and escort them here in safety. I am going at once, Father, for they have by this time departed from Loreto.” The priest smiled at his impetu ous speech. “I’m sure you should go. You would be too impatient to sit here “HoU!” CaUed Serra. and wait, as I must do. But I shall be here to greet you all when you return.” “Ah, yes, there was something I wanted to ask. I must have my house in order and I want to have the little Indian maid, Indizuela, in the house for my wife’s servant. Will you see to that?’-’ Serra’s face fell. "What is the matter? Does she not do well?” “Very well, indeed. She has been taught to sew, spin, cook and will be a good wife for a good soldier. But need I remind you that the In dian neophytes are wards of the Church, and we are responsible for their welfare? We have not deemed it well for the Indian maids to as sociate with the—with the—” “With the soldiery, I suppose? Well, good Father, do not be afraid. She will associate with my wife, and I assure you she is not a soldier like person at all, and will pot cor rupt the little one’s morals.” The father protested. “I do not mean that ...” “And there will be another wom an, too. There is the Dona Angus tias. Ha! She will make that In dian maid adhere to the straight and narrow path. She is my wife’s duena, a very thin female with mus- tachios like a grenadier, a pious churchwoman, and a militant vir gin.” Serra smiled. “Ah, my son, your humor is dear to me. You are re sponsible for many a smile that would not otherwise have lightened my face, just as you are responsible for many a heartache—but none of that. Come with me, Don Pedro, and you shall see Indizuela.” They paced slowly together, and stopped before an unpretentious structure, built as all the other mis sion buildings were built, long and low, with a thatched roof. “Hola!” called Serra. The chat tering and laughter that rollicked through the high barred window ap ertures stopped. A song ceased sud denly in a singer’s throat. It was the quarters of the young Indian women, half facetiously called the monjera—the nunnery. The sun shone on the warm red of tiled floors, and vividly emphasized bright colors on blankets and cloth which some of the girls were weav ing. It shone on sleek blue-black heads raised for a moment from fine needlework, and seemed to point out to Fages’ eyes a young girl, whose half-opened mouth had still a fragment of song lingering on the lips. “Indizuela!” called a woman’s voice excitedly. “Girls! Do you not see? It is El Gobernador himself! And Fray Junipero! Rise, all of you!” There was a great fluttering, as the Spanish matron and her flock of dark doves made their obei sances. When they were seated again, and pretending to work, Fray Junipero walked to Indizuela and took her by the hand, saying, “Your benefactor, El Gobernador, wishes to speak to you, child.” The singing girl walked toward the Governor with grace and poise. “Somehow lighter, somehow taller, somehow fairer-formed than other Indians,” he thought as she came the long length of the room. She waited for him to speak first, but he only twisted his beard, so she spoke in careful Spanish. “I hope you are well, Senor el Gobernador. I pray God for your good health and deliverance from all infirmities. I thank God daily for year kindness in saving me from death and horror.” Fages started at her words. “Someone has taught you to say that! You have learned it word by word. Haven’t you?" “Si, Senor el Gobernador. Padre Junipero and Dona Maria have taught me.” Fages laughed, twinkling his eyes and opening his mouth widely. The other girls and the matron looked at one another. Serra looked at the floor. “Have you, then, so little grati tude that you must have words put into your mouth to thank me for bringing you here from the desert of the Colorado where I found you deserted and starving? What say you?” The girl looked at the matron— then proceeded along her own lines. “They would not let me say the things I think myself, Senor. For I have said you are the most wonder ful man in the world. I think you are a god, surely, and that—” "Ai, ai! Indizuela.” The matron hurried forward, and Father Serra lifted a restraining hand. But Fages only roared louder. “You are right, Dona Maria, and Fray Junipero! Don’t let her talk about me! A god—a hero! AI, al, ai! Ho, ho—” He stopped breath lessly. The girls giggled, and Indi zuela sat indifferently down to her weaving. At last Fages got his breath. “After all. Padre Junipero,” he said, “she is just a child.” “My son,” answered the friar, “I am pleased at your unworldliness. Come with me and see this dove cote.” He led the Governor through the long dormitory where he could see little straw pallets beneath barred windows. “Nests where they sleep at night, safe from harm,” explained the priest. They went into the kitchen where great bowls of mush boiled and bubbled, and curious girls watched the process that they might learn it. Then they passed into the garden. “Now, Pedro Fages,” said Serra gravely, “think well on what you have seen. Remember this dove cote where ignorant Indian girls are made into useful pious women, where they are kept safe from the evils of the world. Most of the girls you have seen so busily en gaged, would have been depraved animals had it not been for’ the teaching we bring them.” “I know,” replied the Governor thoughtfully. “Do you not think they are better off as they are?” inquired Serra anxiously. "Do you not think they are really happier? Think of their lives as savages! You know as well as I the frightful, filthy cus toms that attend the Indian women at their child-bearing—” “Ugh, indeed I do. Padre.” He put his hand on the other’s shoul der. “You are a wonder worker,” he said respectfully. “Thank you. Oh, I have prayed, my son, that the blessed Santa Ma ria would soften your heart toward her poor savage children. If that had happened—if that could hap pen—the way of Junipero Serra would have been much easier in this land.” Fages looked thoughtful. “You are right. But Our Lady does not seem to think her servant worthy of being filled with the milk of human kindness. I am sorry. You have deserved better.” Serra raised a hand in protest. “I have received what I have de served. It is my destiny to irrigate this vice - covered field with my blood.” Fages fingered his beard uncom fortably. “Um-m. I should call that destiny a doom. To mingle one’* blood with the soil of California! There could be more dreadful dooms.” “Well,” spoke Serra with hearti ness, “we will not consider that now. I could sing for joy at the news you have brought me! My heart’s wish, my Mission Santa Bar bara! At last, at last!” “Yes, and my Eulalia and my young Pedro, at last! Now I must go, I am departing early on the morrow, and will not see you again until I lead that train from far away Mexico with your two good men of God, into the Royal Presidio of Monterey. And then what plans we shall make for the Mission of Santa Barbara.” CHAPTER IV The Lady Eulalia huddled herself into as small a bundle as she could on the doubtful seat of the lancha which was pulling rapidly away from the unfriendly harbor of San Bias. As the standing oarsmen bent to their long sweeps she could glimpse between them the low ware houses on the shore, and the bare ribs of a ship under construction in the shipyard. But her tear-filled eyes watched, until it was no larger than a watermelon seed, her com fortable coach sitting on the shore. Resolutely she looked about her in the craft. There sat Angustias, with her pet Capuchin monkey in her arms, cuddling the shivering little beast to her gaunt breast, her eyes as dismal as the monkey’s. Pedro the Younger sat beside her. Soon a huge shadow loomed over them. They looked up. There, with screaming gulls wheel ing and whirling about her, rose the steep sides and high, ungainly poop of the paquebot San Carlos, some times called the Golden Fleece. For a few terrifying moments, Eu lalia hung between heaving sea and uncertain sky, clambering up the bulging unfriendly sides of the San Carlos to the deck. Immediately, in her stuffy cabin, began a suspension of time and fac ulties, broken only once, as she roused herself to ask a question of the drear Angustias, wan with worry over her seasick monkey. “My chests — they are safe— aboard?” Being reassured that the 50 chest* of raiment, jewels, linens and silks were safely stowed, she relapsed again into her coma of mareami- ento, seasickness, and emerged not until she was safely on the shores of Baja California. California! Anxiously she regard ed the ancient mission settlement of Loreto, the first outpost of that mysterious land to which she wa* summoned. Here was the sordid ness for which she had been pre pared, but where were the glories that had been mentioned? “Beautiful California!” * h • sneered. “Lovely California! My home. Ha.” Then she smiled gra ciously at the young officer come to escort her to quarters in the quad rangle. Once within its bare white walls she felt she could abandon herself to all her weakness, her des olation, her fear of this strange country and the dreaded journey be fore her. But she discovered some of the million nlack evil bugs. (TO BE CONTINUED) Paris Thieves Re-Enact a Crime, Then Find the Job Recorded by the Camera From the day* of Vidocq, who founded the French national detec tive service under the name of La Surete Generale, in 1820—now the adjective is “Nationale”—the scien tific reconstruction of crime as an aid to successful solution has been generally practiced, writes a cor respondent in the New York Times. Both assassin and robber have been forced, whenever possible, to reproduce in the original environ ment the maneuvers which caused their arrest. When not possible, de tectives themselves have assumed the roles. The underworld of Paris has be come so accustomed to these “re constructions” that its most unfor tunate members take pride in their acting and even censure the ab sence of “properties.” The “sur face fraternity,” however, consisting chiefly of pickpockets and shoplift ers, was thrown into consternation when two of its most recent recruits from Poland were not only made to reconstruct their delinquencies but to do so under the retentive eye of the camera—an innovation that caused considerable annoyance to the ones whose pictures turned out to be excellent portraits, uncon sciously and naturally posed. Th# police record of the case is brief: “Inspectors Chaillon and Sepipee of the police judiciare, recently arrested two Polish pickpocket*, who had just taken the gold watch of a well-known doctor in th* crowd coming out of the Etoile sta tion of the Metro. With the con- sent of Dr. the theft was re peated, and excellent pictures have been placed on file at the Prefec ture.” Dined on “Point” Up to a few years ago in Ireland, very poor families often “dined on potatoes and point” for months at a time. Having no other food than potatoes, says Collier’s Weekly, they added an imaginary flavor to each mouthful by pointing the food at a bottle in the center of the tabl« which contained a preserved bit tt bacon, fish, cheese or salt. 4jou5 ton (fOU<ll55 0 &l5CU5$e5 CARBOHYDRATES and FATS Foods That Provide Motive Power For the Body Machinery ★ ★ By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS , 6 East 39th St.. New York. T HE human body might be compared to a framework filled with machinery. It takes food to build the framework, food to run the machinery and food to keep it working effi ciently and this food must be of the proper type. Last week, I discussed the body building proteins and explained how to distinguish between those which build and repair body tissue, anu those = that are adequate for main tenance, but not for growth. It is equally important that you should learn something of the fuel foods which are neces sary to fire the body engine and furnish motive power to propel the body machinery. Fuel Foods Keep Us Alive The body could not function in the absence of fuel foods any more than a machine could run without power, or a car without gas. Ev ery breath re quires an expendi ture of energy, and so does every movement — from the beating of the heart to the wink ing of an eye. Even in repose, the body machin ery is kept functioning only^by an ever-present supply of fuel. For, as long as life continues— even when you are lying perfectly still—you need fuel to carry on the internal work of the body. Activity Demands Energy Foods Every type of daily activity, in cluding work and exercise, re quires additional fuel. If you walk slowly, you expend twice as much energy as when you sit still. And when you walk fast, you may use up four, five or six times as much energy. The chief fuel, or energy pro ducing foods, are the carbohy drates—that is, the starches and sugars; and fats. Protein also has some fuel value, but its pri mary function is to build and re pair tissue. Carbohydrates are quick burn ing. They might be compared to the flare of a match in a dark room, which gives bright light for an instant, but is soon ex tinguished. Fat, on the other hand, bums slowly, like a lamp whose wick is turned low. « Danger of Inadequate Fuel Supply Recently there has been a ten dency to minimize the importance of the fats and carbohydrates, due to the craze for dieting. Some of the results of disregarding the ab solute necessity for these foods are extreme irritability, and a greater susceptibility to fatigue, nervous diseases, tuberculosis and other infections. Too Much Fuel Causes Overweight It is true, however, that an excess of fuel foods will tend to produce over weight. For if we assimilate them. i Your Food Is Your Fate T'HE third of the series of articles entitled “What to Eat and Why,” written by C. Houston Goudiss, the eminent food authority, author and ’ ra dio lecturer, appears in this issue. In these articles Mr. Goudiss tells how you can be strong, beautiful, wise and rear healthy children by combining the right food materials in the diet. He points out the vast influence which food wields over one’s life. The housewife and mother who desires to know what foods will benefit her family the most will do well to read these ar ticles week by week and make a scrapbook of them for ready reference. and do not utilize their potential energy in muscular effort, they will be stored —as fat—usually in most inconvenient locations! On the other hand, an excess of any food is a detriment. Therefore the goal should be enough, hut not too much, of all necessary foods. Since both carbohydrates and fats are energy foods, one might expect them to play an inter changeable role ih the diet. To a certain extent, they do, although fat, being more concentrated, pro vides two and one-fourth times as much fuel value as an equal weight of carbohydrate. But because of the variation in the way these materials are han dled by the body, it is generally considered that health is best served when 40 to 50 per cent of the total energy value of foods is provided in the form of carbohy drate and 30 to 35 per cent in the form of fats. Carbohydrates Are Quickest Fuel Carbohydrates, which originate chiefly in plant life, are readily converted into heat and muscle energy. Foods rich in carbohy drates include bread, potatoes, macaroni, rice, cooked and ready- to-eat cereals, peanuts, dried and preserved fruits, sugars and syrup. Sugar furnishes heat more quickly and more abundantly than any other food. But it has a ten dency to dull the appetite and is also apt to cause fermentation. Therefore, a large measure of our heat and energy is best secured from starchy foods such as bread, cereals, macaroni and potatoes. Quick energy can also be ob tained from the easily digested sugars of fresh and dried fruits, such as prunes, apricots, raisins and fully ripened bananas. Here is an interesting and important point which is frequently overlooked in unscientific reducing diets. Fat re quires carbohydrates for its proper utili zation by the body. That is why women who try to reduce without following a scientifically planned diet frequently become seriously ill as a result of cut ting down on carbohydrates while over looking the fats contained in milk, but ter, and other foods. Relation of Fat To Health Fats are so necessary to the body economy that it is no exag geration to say that without fat, life, in its higher forms, is im possible. The noted Arctic ex plorer, Stefansson, found that he could exist satisfactorily on an all-meat diet, provided he ate lib erally of fat. On a diet of all lean meat, he became violently ill within a week. Besides furnishing concentrated energy values, fats help to create the fatty tissue which cushions the nerves and abdominal organs, and forms the pleasing contours of face and figure. Because it leaves the stomach more slowly than proteins and carbohydrates, fat retards the di gestion of these food groups some what, and thus gives staying power to a meal. At the same time it promotes the flow of pancreatic juice and bile, thus helping in the assimilation of other foods. Foods rich in fat include butter, cheese, egg yolk, cooking fats and oils, margarine, olives, pastry, peanut butter, most nuts except chestnuts and lichi nuts, various kinds of sausage and frie dfoods. Anger Destroy* Fat Reserves Experiments have demonstrated why nervous, irritable individuals are usually thin, while those with a serene temperament often ac cumulate weight. It has been proven that anger and fright in crease the amount of fat in the blood and remove a corresponding amount of fat from its usual stois age place beneath the skin. A fit of anger may take off more fat than an hour’s exercise, or two or three days of enforced diet. Thus the person who allows himself to become upset continually with draws the fat reserve from his body. Such persons could profit, perhaps, by taking more of. th* fat-forming foods. But whether the members of your family are good natured, or irritable, young or old, they need a constant sup ply of fuel foods—at every meal, every day. Fuel foods produce energy—and energy is the motive power of life and work and thought. e WNU—C. Houston Goudiss—1938 Wise and Otherwise The people who tell us the truth are our best friends—but not for long. Don’t be afraid of idle tongues. It’s the busy ones that do the damage. Men who play with fire usu ally get soaked. Skating on thin ice usually lands you in hot water. Many a man has made a re putation as a wit by laughing at other people’s jokes. Have you heard about the florist who was unhappy be cause his wife insisted on wearing the plants in the fam ily? "Home-Wrecking" Qualities of Poor Furniture Polish How often a houseful of fine fur niture and handsome woodwork ia spoiled by the use of a poor furni ture polish! There are many pol ishes on the market today—some fair, some good, others excellent for luster and long life of the fin ish! The best is non-greasy, be cause made with a fine, light-oil base! In time, furniture and wood work can be ruined by the per sistent application of a cheap, poor polish! Such polish will con tain kerosene, harsh abrasives and harmful acids—destructive el ements, that are unseen and un suspected! The housewife may use one of these polishes, feeling that she is economically keeping her furniture polished—but this is poorest economy, if she values her furniture (and what house wife does not?). The furniture in a home constitutes the largest part of the furnishings—and will show up like “sore thumbs” when dried out, cracked or checked. This is just what occurs, when other than a reputable oil polish is used! Too, a quality oil polish is less expensive! Less is used at one time—for it’s undiluted. The resultant glow is deeper, richer, more lasting! Best of all, the fin ish of the furniture and woodwork is properly “fed” and kept in prime condition! So beware of harsh, “bargain” polishes—for through them, the furniture suf fers! WHEN YOU CLEAN HOUSE USE O-CEDAR-THE POLISH THAT CLEANS AND PRESERVES YOUR FURNITURE ,— More women use O-Cedsr Polish than any other kind—for furniture, woodwork end floors. It CLEANS it POLISHES POLISH Q.(odar MOPS • WAX ^i. oax p-——r. 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