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■Ed of Monterey Virginia Stivers Bartlett • WNU “- CHAPTER XXIII—Continued He took his seat beside La Gob- ernadora, ate, drank and replied absent-mindedly to all who spoke. It was only when he felt a light touch on his shoulder, and looking up saw Indizuela offering him a cup of wine, that he roused for a mo ment from his reveries. She smiled at him reproachfully and moved away, the wine jug poised on her shoulder. After the feast, one of the Gover nor’s old Catalan soldiers clapped his hands for attention. "Senores y Senoras! Senoritos y Senoritas! Cabelleros y amigos! Padres! Peones y Indies! I will sing! I will sing a song of our il lustrious Gobernador, el Senor Don Pedro Pages!” "Viva! Viva!" shouted the crowd. Someone placed a vine wreath on his head as the old soldier experi mented with his guitar. “I will sing a song of El Gobema- dor concerning his prowess as a mighty hunter, and how he saved the Indians of San Luis Obispo from being eaten alive by bears! How he saved his people from starving by giving them the bears to eat, and how a mission was founded because of all these doughty deeds!” Then he began to sing a long se ries of coplas. Dozens of verses sang the old sol dier, and at the end of each the audience howled, "Ay-ee, Don Pe dro!” The Governor sat with bowed head, covered with confusion, and listened. The singer went on, telling of the frightened Indians, rushing from their village, afraid of the giant bears that were killing them one by one. And of how Don Pedro faced the savage grizzly bear, and killed him in a fight most fair; and how the Indians feasted him a day and night, praising him for his great might. "Ay-ee, Don Pedro!” "Hola!” "Viva el Gobernador!” “Viva!” The party gathered in a circle around him, singing and shouting, toasting him in tilting wine-cups, creating more verses for the endless song. The Governor stood by quietly un til the song was finished, but when the circle broke, he slipped away alone to the tree on the hill, and threw himself down on the ground. It was sunset, and color rioted ev erywhere on land and sea. The voices of the singers seemed to come from a great distance. He closed his eyes. “Ay-ee, Don Pedro!” someone said softly. Indizuela dropped on the ground beside him. CHAPTER XXIV After the vendimia and the har vest the winter season settled down upon the Royal Presidio of Monte rey and the Mission San Carlos at Carmelo. Winter meant rain, days and weeks and months of rain. The Rio Carmelo flooded its banks as it filled, and a hundred rills and streams sprang into being. The trees sighed and dripped dismally, and there was little life astir ex cept the screaming seagulls that, driven from the ocean by storms, came inland to seek food, shrieking and wheeling in the gray skies. In the Palacio of the Governor all was gloom. Angustias grieved for Chichi, and moved about like a gloomy wraith. Since the departure of the French explorers La Gobernadora seemed frozen, all except her somber eyes that burned resentfully from her white face. Little lines appeared about her mouth, and drew the cor ners of her lips down in a perpetual expression of unhappiness that wrung Don Pedro’s heart. She spent hours, days, lying upon her bed, staring at nothing, doing nothing; or huddled before the sputtering fire, looking at the flames with a blank far-away expression that frightened the Governor with its hopelessness, its despair. She no longer spent hours over her hair, or the little cares of her toilet, but wore the same gown, day in and day out, and even adopted the habit of wrapping her head in a scarf. She shivered constantly in the damp adobe house. Sometimes She would look out on the parade- grounds, churned to a muddy lake by the feet of horses and men, and catch sight of the wife of a soldier, a baby hugged close to her in a shawl, running from one house to another. She almost envied these little sol diers’ women, with their endless chatter about nothing, their content ment with empty lives. Sometimes she thought wildly of running out into the rain herself. But if she did, where would she go? So she only shivered and drew her man ton clos er about her. Pedro Pages was profoundly dis tressed. Living in the small pala cio with the unhappy woman Eula lia, loving her, sorrowing over her and unable to express one word of what he felt, for he had never re ferred to the dreadful night when ha had struck bar and dragged bar back from running away, depressed his days and saddened his nights. His only comfort was in reading over and over again the few books he possessed: “Las Sergas de Es- plandian,” “Sancho Panza” and the plays of Shakespeare. Long hours he would read, then impatiently or der his horse and ride for hours through mud and rain, nowhere. There was only one light, one spot of warmth in his darkness, and that was not the clear warmth of the sun, or the pure cold ray of a star, a light like a little fire shows from the depths of some murky cave. And that was Indizuela. Time and again he put the thought of the girl out of his mind, only to have her walk into his brain and heart, and through some witchcraft, take possession of him. And so the winter pressed down on Monterey. But from the south, from Santa Barbara, came letters from Fray Fermin Lasuen, bubbling with a youthful enthusiasm, that rose per ennially in his old heart. It was summer in the south of California, he wrote. The sun shone all day, and the stars at night. There had been some showers, and the brown hills had turned green quickly. The streams were full, and it was already like soring. And on the feast day of Santa Barbara, December fourth, the Mis sion Santa Barbara was to be found ed. All was ready. The people at the presidio, as well as the priests who were to found the mission, were “She Is Sick—the Baby,” mured Eulalia. Mur- waiting impatiently that day, and the arrive! of his Excellency with La Senora la Gobernadora. The feast day arrived. Santa Bar bara, the Patroness, sent fair weath er. The waters in the channel danced in a fresh breeze, and the blue hills and mountains, faintly tinged with green, rose behind the mission site like a beautiful curtain. Frey Fermin Lasuen and Sergeant Ortega from the presidio had been anxiously awaiting the Governor. Ortega had sent messengers and an escort far north to meet him, but they had returned without the Gov ernor, and without news of him. Fray Fermin was worried. A great responsibility was in his hands. This was the first mission of his own founding, carried out through the wishes of his beloved brother, Juni per© Serra. For over two years the Governor had been planning this day, looking forward to it with great anticipation and anxiety, and now, with everything in readiness, the day already at its zenith, there was no Governor. And the mission could not be officially founded without his presence. Fray Fermin scanned the distance as far north as his gaze could reach, then, with a patient sigh, sat down on the ground where he could see the little ramada beneath which the altar was erected, and where two bells hung, in readiness to ring out to all the world, the good news of the founding of the Mission Santa Barbara. A recumbent cross was on the ground near tjy, waiting to be erected on the spot where some day the mission church should arise. The missionary looked lovingly at the scene. And as he looked, a vi sion came before his eyes. Instead of the humble ramada and rough cross, a lovely temple rose to com fort him. Glowing pinkly, its square towers and red tiled roofs rose ma jestically against the mountains. A great establishment stretched itself across the landscape: dormitories, gardens, workshops and wineries. The little group of dirty Canalenan Indians who stood about with dumb curiosity became miraculously thou sands of clean happy neophytes, who worked, and sang as they worked. The handful of soldiers, who lolled on their horses and eyed the Indian women, became a dashing compa ny of devout worshipers, pressing into the church, filling it full of rev erence and adoration. Fray Fermin gazed at his dream, and spoke. “Ah, Padre Junipero!” he ex claimed gladly, “it has all been worth it, has it not! ‘Sing, O heav ens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O moun tains; for the Lord hath comforted his people.’ ” “Padre mio . . .” So steeped was Lasuen in his dream; so real was the vision, that at the sound of the voice he started, really expecting to see the brown figure of his brother Junipero beside him. But it was Sergeant Ortega, who stood, a worried frown on his brow, his hat in his hand. “Padre mio, it grows late. There is absolutely no sign of his Excel lency. Soon the day of Our Holy Patroness will be past. What shall we better do?” Painfully Lasuen made his deci sion. “We must go ahead with our ceremony,” he said sadly. “And when his Excellency comes, we will have a rededication. There must be some good reason that he is not here.” He rose painfully from the ground, sighing, “It is a disappoint ment, but it is in God’s hands.” And so, on December 4, 1786, was founded the Mission Santa Barbara. The standard of Spain waved above the humble altar, and the sacred flags of the Church, Mary’s blue banner, and the bloody banner of Christ. The bells rang, prayers were said, incense rose in pale blue clouds. Then it was over. The Indi ans returned to their villages,. the soldiers returned to the presidio. Fray Lasuen was left with three brothers and a few soldiers to guard the shrine dedicated to the Holy Pa troness of artillerymen. Several days before Don Pedro planned to leave for the south for the dedication of the Mission Santa Barbara, he was riding the high lands back of Monterey and ponder ing how best to approach La Gob ernadora on the matter of accom panying him. As he drove towdrd the presidio, the clouds lifted for a moment from the sea, and, it being sunset time, a rich glow spread over the gray ocean, turning it for a few minutes into molten gold and rosy silver. The Governor paused and admired the scene for a moment. “A good omen!” he said with a deep breath. “All will turn out well, God willing!” As he cantered into the presidio grounds the guards at the gate smiled at him respectfully, noting the cheerful expression on his face that had for so long been unnaturally gloomy. And as he ap proached the palacio his heart light ed again as he made out gleams of fire- and candle - light stealing through the chinks of the closed shutters. “Hola!” he cried heartily as he stamped into the sala. “And how are all in my household this eve ning? Did you notice the little bit of sunshine at sunset time?” A gloomy silence met him. Hud dled near the fire sat Eulalia, with the baby girl on her lap. And lean ing over the fire, looking like an old witch or Indian sorceress, Angustias stewed some evil-smelling mixture in a pannikin. At Eulalia’s feet the Indian nurse crouched and looked fearfully at her charge. “What is the matter?” asked the Governor, all his cheeriness fading in the gloomy atmosphere. “She is sick — the baby,” mur mured Eulalia. “Ah!” Don Pedro retired anxious ly to a corner and watched help lessly while the women doctored the tiny girl, rubbing her little chest with unguents, dosing her with the evil-smelling mixture that Angusti as had brewed. The child fretted and cried, but at last became quiet. Her nurse carried her from the room, and Angustias followed. Don Pedro strode toward Eulalia, and picked her up in his arms, cud dled her on his knee as though she were a child. She did not respond, did not struggle against him. But she was slack in his embrace, inert, unresponsive. “Is the . . . my little flower very ill?” he asked. “She has a bad cold. This damp house . . .” She looked about her. “Oh, a little cold . . . she has had them before. Let us not worry about her. Let us be happy, Eu lalia! Let us be happy again!” He turned her face toward him, and lifted her chin on his finger. There was not a single answering gleam in the black eyes. But he persisted. “Pack your traveling cantina with jewels, pack a chest with your fin est clothes, and let us go south, to the Presidio of Santa Barbara for the founding of the mission. It will be a great affair! There will be feasting at the presidio, a baile, and the Queen of California should be there. And what is more, we will find summer there, Fray Fermin writes me, for the sun shines on the southland and it is already spring! Come with me, Eulalia!” With scarcely any change in her expression the lady shook her head. “Ah, come, querida!” He held her closely, and whispered, “Let us make a little moon of honey of the expedition ... a luna de mieil Yes!” Eulalia pulled away from him, her face settling in stern lines. “You should not ask me to go away from my sick child. And I do not think that you should go and leave her either." Don Pedro loosened his arms. “That is nonsense, of course. She is not that ill, and besides she is in very good hands with Angustias. Nevertheless, I shall have to go any way, for without me the founding of the mission is not legal.” He stood, and she slipped off from his lap on to the floor gazing into the fire. The Governor began pacing the length of the sala. “Yes, I should go no matte* whether it were necessary or not. The Mission Santa Barbara! At last, oh, at long last! It will be a happy day for me, and a happy and signifi cant day for California when that mission is founded. When I think of all the talks and quarrels I had with my poor Padre Junipero about it, I am overjoyed to think that finally the mission is to be founded. Yes, I shaU be there.” Eula.'ia glanced obliquely at him from where she sat. He was tug ging his beard and did not see her. “Junipero SerriH” she thought bitterly. “Can he never be entire ly at rest? Is his spirit to follow me always; haunt and punish me?” She shivered. Pedro Fages delayed preparing for his trip until the last possible day, and with a deep disappoint ment in his heart, resolved to say nothing more to Eulalia. But he was frightened about her, as she sat hour after hour, saying nothing, doing nothing, but watching the fire and listening to fhe rain that lashed the little house unmercifully. The baby was no better but certainly no worse, yet he saw it was hopeless to persuade his lady to go with him. On the morning when he had planned his departure he stood be fore her, stern, unhappy. “I must tell you adios, Senora,” he said formally. “I will return as quickly as possible.” She said nothing, only turned and looked at him. “Ah, come, Eulalia!” he ex claimed suddenly, his reserve breaking. “Come with me . . .” (TO BE CONTINUED) Captain Kidd Again Thrills English Spirit; New Effort to Find Treasure Captain Kidd again is thrilling the adventurous spirits of England, as plans go forward for a new effort to recover his treasure. A map has been found in a Lon don book shop which seems to bear a striking resemblance to Oak is land, six miles from Chester, Nova Scotia, where Captain Kidd is sup posed to have buried his spoils. De tails of the map are, of course, a deep secret, but money is being raised and plans made to attempt to recover the treasure next summer, reports a London correspondent in the Chicago Tribune. In all 38 shafts have been sunk in and around that part of the island where there are indications of some thing having been hidden. Being only 1% miles from tip to tip, the place is fairly well pock marked. The early searchers took their tip from an oak block which hung from an oak tree over a depression of about 12 feet in the ground. A platform of oak logs was found and a man-made wall beside it. The next lot of searchers found the same kind of an oak platform every ten feet and at the ninth an undecipherable inscription on a flag stone. Metal bars, parchment, coins and ax heads have been found, but all the shafts fill with water at the depth of 100 feet and the new party is planning to offset that diffi culty with pumping arrangements. Five well • defined drains have been discovered, built of flat stones and all converging at one point. From Gardiner’s island off the east end of Long island about $70,000 was recovered from Captain Kidd’s treasure buried there. Kidd was hanged at Execution dock in Lon don in 1701, but he left a wife and child in New York. The Feet Always Busy The feet do more work relative to their size than any other part of the body. It is hard to visualize the fact that when a man walks a mile he places an aggregate of 250 tons on his feet. Three out of every four adults in this country have some sort of foot trouble. The blame for this condition is largely due to in correct footwear, but the jar inct dent to walking on hard pavemeatr and floors is a contributing eauaa. WHAT to EAT and WHY 4jou.lton (JoudiU OfyetA Practical Advice on How to Keep Cool With Food By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS 6 East 39th Street, New York City. F ROM the standpoint of health, the summer months consti tute the most important period of the entire year. They should be used to build stamina and vitality that will fortify your body against disease. But to many people, the warm weather means merely a succession of exhausting days and restless nights. And hardly a week passes without reports f of heat prostrations. A —★ Mooting the Challenge of Hot Weather While abnormal heat or hu midity may be a secondary cause, the real reason behind much warm-weather suffering is a fail ure to meet the challenge of sum mer with a judicious diet. Automobile owners know that no car is better than its engine, and in warm weather, careful drivers watch the gauge on the dash board to be sure the engine does not become overheat ed. But most peo ple give little thought to that most remarkable of all engines—the human digestive machinery. Compared to the engine in your body, the one in your car is a crude, rough affair that can stand no end of punishment. Moreover, the automobile is driven for a cer tain length of time and then per mitted to rest. But the marvelous mechanism which transforms your food into blood, bone, mus cle, and your capacity for thought and action is never wholly at rest. —★— Importance of the Right Food If the automobile engine re quires special attention, how much more important to stoke your body engine with food suited to the weather! No one would think of going about in midsummer wearing the same garments that were worn all winter. Yet many women continue to serve the same type of meals which were required to keep the body warm in winter. Such a practice is sure to make you mis erable. But more than that, it lowers resistance and may, there fore, lead to illness. —★— Beating the Heat There are several factors to bear in mind when planning the hot-weather diet. The first secret of keeping cool is to supply the body machinery with food fuel that can be utilized with the least expenditure of energy. Warm weather is responsible for muscular relaxation in the di gestive tract, as well as other parts of the body. And you run the risk of digestive upsets, with their discomfort and health haz ards, unless you make every ef fort to lessen the work of your digestive system. Eat lightly of rich fatty meats, pastries, rich cakes, sauces and gravies. At all times, choose eas ily digestible foods. —★— Overeating Saps Vitality Don’t overeat. The task of han dling excess food is a burden to the body at any season. In hot weather, it will cause the body temperature to mount along with the thermometer, and may result in a serious upset. It is also ad visable to cut down somewhat on the quantity of heat and energy producing foods consumed—that is the carbohydrates and fats. —★— Need for Body-Building Foods The protein requirement re mains the same summer and win ter. Some people think that meat should not be eaten in summer, or should be reduced to a minimum. But there is no closed season for growth in children, and moreover, they play so constantly and in dulge in such strenuous exercise that they break down body tissue very rapidly. Adults also have a constant need for protein to re build the millions of cells, that are worn out daily. It is desirable, however, to avoid rich, fatty meats and to select protein foods that are more easily digestible, as chicken, lamb, lean beef and lean fish. Spe cial emphasis should be placed on milk, cheese and eggs. These splendid foods not only supply Grade A protein, in an easily di gested form, bnt also fortify the diet with minerals and vitamins. —★— Liquids Essential To help yon keep cool, the sum mer diet must include an abun dance of liquids. These are neces sary to make up for the large amounts of moisture lost from the body through increased perspira tion. Liquids may be taken in the form of milk, fruit juices and cool ing drinks made from pure water and packaged beverage crystals containing dextrose, fruit acid, fla voring and coloring. Hot Weather and Vitamin C Two European investigators re cently found that exposure to high IF YOU wear 14 to 20 sizes and * expect to be outdoors and in sports clothes most of the sum mer, then you’ll want the smart frock with tucked skirt and tai lored collar. If you’re in the 36 to 52 range and want something cool and good-looking for home wear, the dress with straight skirt and draped collar is the style for you! The Sports Frock. This is such a good-looking, classic style that you can wear it all day long during your vacation travels, and always feel well dressed! The radiating tucks give a graceful flare to the skirt; the tailored collai is deeply notched in the smartest fashion. Shark skin, spony linen, pique and flat crepe are good fabric choices. The Home Frock. This is a diagram design, that you can finish in a few hours, and oh my, how you’ll enjoy it! The sleeves, cut in one with the shoul ders, are so easy to work in, the soft collar, with the little tab, is so becoming. Best of all, this de sign is cleverly darted at the waistline in a way that makes you look much, much slimmer than you are. Make this of gingham, percale, lawn, tub silk or calico. 1537 is designed for sizes 12, 14, 16, 18 and 20. Size 14 requires 3% yards of 35 inch material with short sleeves. 1395 is designed for sizes 36, 38, 40, 42, 44, 46, 48, 50 and 52. Size 38 requires 3% yards of 35 inch material; contrasting collar (if desired) takes % yard cut bias. Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., Room 1020, 211 W. Wacker Dr., Chicago, 111. Price of patterns, 15 cents each. W* With this Free Bulletin on Planning a Correct Summer Diet S END for the free bulletin on “Keeping Cool with Food," offered by C. Houston Goudiss. It outlines the principles of plan ning a healthful summer diet lists “cooling" and "heating" foods and is complete with menu suggestions. JustaddressC. Houston Goudiss, 6 East 39th.Street New York City. A pest card is all that is necessary to carry your request temperatures causes a 50 per cent loss in vitamin C from the body tissues. And lowered vitamin C reserves are partially responsible for that tired feeling so often ex perienced in warm weather. Their research indicates that drinking orange or lemon juice, which are rich in vitamin C, actually helps to mitigate the effect of the heat. —★— Choose Cold Drinks Carefully A cold drink is comforting on a hot day. And in addition, sweet ened beverages help to relieve fa tigue, for their carbohydrate con tent supplies available energy. Sugar is the least heating of the energy producing foods, for less than one-sixteenth of the energy it supplies to the body is con verted into heat. The rest goes into brain and muscle power. Therefore, one good way to pre vent needless fatigue in summer is to take a cool, moderately sweetened drink whenever you feel tired during the day. This will satisfy thirst and ward off exhaustion like a rest by the road after a long hard tramp. Too highly sweetened bever ages, however, may be heating to the body, though they are cooling to the palate. For this reason, it is advisable for homemakers to mix their own cool drinks so that they can control the amount of sweetening used. It is possible to buy inexpensive packaged bever age crystals in a variety of fla vors, which make delicious, re-’ freshing and cooling drinks for general family use. One of these contains added vitamin D, and as the sugar is addtd by the home maker, you can be the judge of how much to use. This is an ex cellent idea, especially in house holds where there are children, for the home-made drink satisfies thirst, provides needed energy and discourages them from buy ing bottled beverages of doubtful purity. — Cooling Foods I offer free to readers of this column a i.-'w bulletin containing a list of cooing foods, plus prac tical, specific advice in planning the warm weather diet. There are also menus showing how easily you can KEEP COOL WITH FOODS. © WNU—C. Houston Goudiss—1938—30 1 -W: A Man of Wealth A learned man has always riches in himself.—Phaedrus. HANDY Venue Ude* MOROLINE ■ SNOW-WHITE PETROLEUM JELLY Everything you want in NEW YORK! • is right around this quiat, conganial hotal. Roams with bath from $UO singlo, $4 doubla. FAMOUS FOR OOOD FOOD. Woodstock 43rd St. East of Broadway TIMES SQUARE NEW YORK Joy in Seriousness A thing seriously pursued af fords true enjoyment.—Seneca. . 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