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The boy read, slowly, painfully, etly moved to the table, picked up this letter, and slipped it into the stumbling over the stilted official leeve of my habit. But the father phraseology of the letters from the did not notice, lie seemed quite Viceroy, and the Father Guardian distressed, and dismissed mi, say- in Mexico. There was no hope for the Mising he would call for me again. And sion Santa Barbara. The Governor, here is the letter. "Head it. Don Pedro Fages, had not recom"There is the usual preamble. mended the idea. It was regretThen it goes on thus: Upon reach- table the two Franciscans, Fray ing here these padres withdrew Mariano Rubi and Fray Bartolome themselves. They passed the day Gili, were unsuitable, but it was hard in sleep and idleness and the night to get decent men to leave Mexico, in outrages, disturbing the repose of and go to the distant province of those who, having spent the day in California. work, must needs sleep at night. There was friendly personal letThey behaved, indeed, like. sons of ter from the Father Guardian, but darkness; breaking the jars where that gave Junipero Serra no comthn chocolate of the community is fort. Serra was warned against usto ing his temporal influence, as there kept, stealing the chocolate-pot- s beat them for drums, and appropri- were rumors abroad that the misating the balls which were kept by sions in California were to be turned the community tor the recreation of over to the Order of Dominicans, the religious, bowled them through end the Franciscans returned to the dormitories at unseasonable Mexico. hours of the night, with result to "No, no, faltered the Fanciscan. the religious of terror and confu- "No, Pio, you do not read that trusion. And they scaled the walla of ly! California to be delivered to the the mission establishment by night, Dominicans? But California is San scarcely on deeds of virtue Franciscos own country . . . chobent . . never sen by his own wish . . crowed Fray Mari- should it be in other hands than 'Scarcely! ano, sitting up on the edge of his cot and rocking back and forth. "Scarcely! Ai, por Dios, that is fine I Brother, you did a noble deed to ... CHAPTER XV Continued -1- 2 get that letter I The other rose and walked over to the table, and poured wine for both of them. "Now I want to speak of something else seriously to you. The other day when the Governor and his party were here at the mission for the confirmation of his spoiled little Excellency, young Pedro, I overheard many things. One of them was that, because you and 1 had not turned out to be the shining lights Junipero Serra had hoped us to be, the founding of the Mission Santa Barbara could not take place. He gazed Sternly at the other. "Oh, tut, tut, tut Arent you shamed. Brother? "Stop it, hypocritical wretch! So I have been thinking that if we mended our ways, things might turn out so that we could be, if not actually the founders of that mission, at least those in charge of it Is that not worth thinking about? in Fray Rubi gazed "No, I shall be superior, you mis- begotten dog! Fray Rubi dashed his wine-cuat Gili's'face. The other screamed, and reached p - blindly before him, but Rubi had retreated to a corner, for in the doorway stood the Father President, looking in at them, shielding with a protective gesture, the Indian youth, Pio. For a moment the padre stared at the two, then covering his eyes with his hands, stumbled away, limping painfully to his own cell. As though his legs could not support him, he sank on his knees beside his bed, and resting his head on the rough uncovered planks, wept. Pio stood awkwardly beside him, watching compassionately the thin heaving shoulders. "Padre mio, he said at last very Padre mio, come, Pio is softly. here beside you. Do not grieve. He laid a timid brown Father. hand on the priest. Junipero Serra raised his ravaged face to the Indian. "Yes, Pio, you are beside me. Thank God for that. Thank God for you, my own, my true little son. He allowed Pio to lift him to the cot. Pio, he groaned, I have been a sinner. I have failed, somewhere, somehow, or else I would not be now forsaken. 1 had gone to those two with love and forgiveness in my heart, to beg them to help me. to be my eyes, since my spectacles are gone. And you saw them. Pio. Your innocent eyes saw them. Ah, why have they been sent to me. for X do not remember any sin I have committed black enough to deserve them as a punishment. "No, Father I Say it not! You are no sinner "Dear son. The father smiled faintly. "Little loyal one. You are all 1 have, Pio. it seems. Everything else is falling away from me; my right of confirmation, my beloved mission to Santa Barbara, my friendship with Don Pedro and now these messages that have come to- day, denying me even hope for the future. Pio, he said suddenly, "you can read? "A little. Father." "Good. You shall read to me the dispatches that arrived on the San Antonio. You who have been my legs, must now be my eyes- - I Lave The room grew dark. A swallow darted in the low doorway, circled the cell and flew out with a silky rustle of swift wings. Junipero Serra smiled. he whisFather Francis I recpered, "Father Francis ognize thy messenger . . . Then he lay very still. Into the room, after a long while, darted Pio, as swiftly and noiselessly as the swallow. Padre mio! he crowed, Padre mio! Look, your spectacles! There was no answer from the priest. Pio leaned over him breathlessly. "Look, he said, I have them, your spectacles, Father." At last Serra stirred. he Ah, bless you, my child? Now light said in a faint voice. the candles for there is work to be ...... Pio lighted the candles. If the father had not been so engrossed in his own thoughts he would have seen the youths face was bleeding, that one eye was closed, and that his hair was standing wildly on his usually sleek head. The father fitted his spectacles over his ears, took them off, and adjusted the steel bows a bit, wiped the square lenses with the comer of his brown robe and picked up his quilL open-mouth- ... brother." done. admiration. Splendid I Oh, what a brother have II What a mind, what a soul I Yes, let us do that. I shall be Father Superior, and you shall be my subordinate. "Oh, no! 1 shall be Father SupeI rior, and you the subordinate am . . . Pio tightened the red sash around his waist and straightened proudly. "Father, it shall be done. At once. He dashed out of the cell, through the mission grounds, and in the direction of the village of the gentile Indians. Junipero Serra did not feel the hard floor beneath his knees, nor the hard boards on which his head rested. He was pondering deeply, sadly, praying to keep the bitterness from his thoughts. He began dreaming of the past, of his earlier days in California. Episodes which he had forgotten long since came into his mind. His first baptism of an Indian child, the sweetness of a hedge of wild roses along a newly broken trail, a sunset glow on the white peaks of the lofty sierras. With each of these impressions came the figure of Pedro Fages, whose eyes saw the same beauty, and whose heart loved it as he did. he sighed, Ai, mi companero, you have deserted me. Friend, "Slipped It Into the Sleeve of My Habit. those of the Brothers of San Francisco! Ah, it is just a rumor it could be nothing else, God forbid that it should! Serra clasped his hands and was stilL Are there no more letters? he asked calmly. Here is one, but it is not from Mexico, Padre. It is from his Excellency. "Don Pedro! Read it." The note was curt, brief. The ... Governor had received dispatches Mexico, regarding the founding of the Mission Santa Barbara, and he presumed the holy father had received the same intelligence. It was unfortunate the holy father had not seen fit to communicate with him, or shown any disposition to enter again upon friendlier relations. He himself and La Gobernadora. with an escort, were leaving on the San Antonio when she sailed for the Presidio and Mission of San Francisco, where La Gobernadora would be confined by the eminent doctor who was stationed there. And that was all. The father rose painfully from his cot. and stood in the center of the little cell, his hands outfiung to Heaven. "Deserted! Betrayed! The face of all mankind is turned against me, but Thou, O Father, art with me! Thy rod and thy stall they comfort me! Thou art with me always . . . And I, Padre, whispered Pio, I am kneeling at the father's feet. with you, always. The Missionary put one hand on the Indian's bowed head, and with the other still upraised, stood, with rapt face, his lips murmuring prayers. Pio could feel the heat of the trembling hand even through the thick thatch of his hair, and close to the father as he was. could feel his limbs trembling. At last Serra spoke to him. "It is finished. Pio. And if all the years that I have toiled have brought me nothing else, it is enough that you are here, simple, Pio mio. He loving, righteous. smiled at the boy, and turned again to his cot. He knelt beside it. But, Padre, will you not lie down? questioned the anxious boy. "This attitude is more comfortable, son, for it is one to which my body is more familiar than any other. Pio, will you try to find Estcvamco. and bring back my spectacles to me? For now I have many, many letters to write, and the time is getting short, sy. short. from He must summon his brethren to him. First there were those staunch countrymen of his, Fermin Lasuen, Francisco Palou, islanders like himself. Ah, but Crespi but lately he had been laid to rest beneath the altar of the church here at Carmel. And Jose Antonio Murguia, the Builder . . but he too now slept in the beautiful church at Santa Clara, which he had builded, and whose dedication he had not lived to see. So many of the pioneer Franciscans were dead, Garces, El Pedcs-triankilled by the very Indians whose souls he was bent on saving; and that other martyr of the early days of the Mission San Diego, Fray Luis Jaime, whose body, stripped, bruised, bloody, and pierced with arrows, had been found after an Indian raid, with only the consecrated hands left unscathed. Junipero Serra sighed deeply, and breathed a prayer for those sainted souls. California had exacted her toll from the Franciscans . . . but there were many left, praise God. ... o, And to them he must write; to Mission San Buenaventura, San Gabri- el Arc angel. San Juan Capistrano, gan Diego de Alcala, Santa Clara, San Luis Obispo de Tolossj San Antonio de Padua, and San Francisco de Asia. As he leaned over the table his head was light with fever, and the moquill in his hand shook. For a ment he needs must lay his head down on the clean page before him, and close his eyes. Yet he must write . . . though well he knew those brothers of the farther missions would never reach him in time. But Palou, his closest brother, his Mallorcan countryman . . . he must come. He roused himself and started writing, ending the letter, Good Brother Palou, come and assist me to die! For hours into the night, the little cell was quiet except for the of the pen, and the gentle clicking of his rosary when he rested from his writing. Once Pio slipped in, and put fresh candles in He curled up the candle-socketat the fathers feet, and was soon asleep. As he wrote a white fog moved silently in from the sea, traveling inland to the great valleys of the Salinas, the San Joaquin, toe Sacramento, drowning all things in thick g white vapor. Along the coast, golden beaches, shingly strands, jutting promontories and forbidding rocks the tides of morning raced. The letters were finished, all but one. Junipero Serra walked to a wooden shutter, opened it to the cold dawn. A breath of fog drifted into the cell like a wraith, and warmed itself at the candles. He seated himself again. With a prayer he pulled a clean page toward him, and wrote slowly: To Be Delivered After My Death. To His Esteemed Excellency, Don Pedro Fages, Gobernador-Gen-erof toe California s, Baja and Alta. Lifting his spectacles, he wiped away some tears that had gathered beneath the thick lenses, then wrote, My beloved son . . . Just as he finished, Pio awoke, and the swallows were aware that it was dawn. 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But the lady herself, when she learned that a very learned man of medicine was stationed at the Presidio of San Francisco, made up her mind that she would not remain in Monterey, to be delivered by the midwife from the Mission Carmelo, who also delivered the Indian women. The Governor himself, greatly worried by the news he had received from Mexico concerning the possibility of the missions of California being put under the guardianship of the Dominican Order, felt the need of discussing the situation with Junipero Serras countryman, Francisco Palou, the Mallorcan, at San Francisco. Fray Palou was wise, liberal, friendly, and with him Don Pedro felt he could discuss his impasse with Serra, and other mat- ters. (TO BE COMIMED) Puzzle of Folding Paper Maps Can Be Solved by Just Doing the Best You Can Pick up the map by the .upper corners and let it hang down in front of you. Study the creases carefully to determine where it was first folded. 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