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Show UTAH LEW FREE PRESS. LEHI. New Slenderizing Dresses 6 VlrflaU CHAPTER XV Continued 12 "Then what happened?" "Well, in the meantime I had quietly moved to the table, picked up this letter, and slipped it into the sleeve of my habit. But the father did not notice. He seemed quite distressed, and dismissed me, say-in- g he would call for me again. And here is the letter." "Read it." "There is the usual preamble. Then it goes on thus: 'Upon reaching here these padres withdrew themselves. They passed the day In sleep and idleness and the night in outrages, disturbing the repose of those who, having spent the day in work, must needs sleep at night. They behaved, indeed, like sons of darkness; breaking the jars where the chocolate of the community is to kept, stealing the chocolate-pot- s beat them for drums, and appropriating the balls which were kept by the community for the recreation of the religious, bowled them through the dormitories at unseasonable hours of the night, with result to the religious of terror and confusion. And they scaled the walls of the mission establishment by night, on deeds of virtue scarcely bent . . "Scarcely!" crowed Fray Mariano, sitting up on the edge of his cot and rocking back and forth. "Scarcely! Ai, por Dios, that is fine! Brother, you did a noble deed to get that letter!" 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 I 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. Aren't you ashamed, 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 Rubl gazed admiration. "Splendid! Oh, what a brother have I! What a mind, what a soul! Yes, let us do that. I shall be Father Superior, and you shall be my subordinate." "Oh, no! I shall be Father SupeI rior, and you the subordinate .'" open-mouthe- am . . "No, I shall be superior, you misbegotten dogl" Fray Rubi dashed his wine-cu- p at Gili's face. The other screamed, and reached 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. Aa 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 softly. "Padre mio, come, Pio is here beside you. Do not grieve. Father." He laid a timid brown v. looked at these letters once, but I ... hand on the priest. Junipero Serra raised his ravaged (ace 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 I do not remember any sin I have committed black enough to deserve them as a punishment." "No, Father! Say it not! You are no sinner." "Dear son." The father smiled faintly. "Little loyal one. You are all I 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 today, 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 You who have been my Antonio. legs, must now be my eyes. I have 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 so read, my can scarcely see I may have son, and carefully. been mistaken when I read them." The boy read, slowly, painfully, stumbling over the stilted official phraseology of the letters from the gentile Indians. Viceroy, and the Father Guardian Junipero Serra did not feel the in Mexico. hard floor beneath his knees, nor the There was no hope for the Mis- hard boards on which his head restsion Santa Barbara. The Governor, ed. He was pondering deeply, sadDon Pedro Fages, had not recomly, praying to keep the bitterness mended the idea. It was regret- from his thoughts. table the two Franciscans, Fray He began dreaming of the past, of Mariano Rubi and Fray Bartolome his earlier days in California. Gill, were unsuitable, but it was hard Episodes which he had forgotten to get decent men to leave Mexico, long since came into his mind. His and go to the distant province of first baptism of an Indian child, the California. sweetness of a hedge of wild roses There was a friendly personal let- along a newly broken trail, a sunset ter from the Father Guardian, but glow on the white peaks of the lofty that gave Junipero Serra no com- sierras. With each of these impresfort. Serra was warned against us- sions came the figure of Pedro ing his temporal influence, as there Fages, whose eyes saw the same were rumors abroad that the mis- beauty, and whose heart loved it as sions in California were to be turned he did. over to the Order of Dominicans, "Ai, mi companero," he sighed, and the Franciscans returned to "you have deserted me. Friend, Mexico. brother." "No, no," faltered the Fanciscan. The room grew dark. A swallow "No, Pio, you do not read that tru- darted in the low doorway, circled ly! California to be delivered to the the cell and fiew out with a silky rusDominicans? But California is San tle of swift wings. Junipero Serra . choFrancisco's own country . smiled. sen by his own wish . . never ." he whis"Father Francis . should it be in other hands than pered, "Father Francis I recognize 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. "Ah, bless you, my child?" he said in a faint voice. "Now light the candles for there is work to be done." Pio lighted the candles. If the father had not been so engrossed in ... J. d ... . WXU Service Virginia Stivers Bartlett StlTrl BarOatt It Into the Sleeve of My Habit." those of the Brothers of San Franit cisco! Ah, it is just a rumor 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 "Slipped ... Governor had received dispatches from 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 outflung to Heaven. "Deserted! Betrayed! The face of all mankind is turned against me, but Thou, O Father, art with me! Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me! Thou art with me always . . ." "And I, Padre," whispered Pio, kneeling at the father's feet. "I am 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, loving, righteous. Pio mio." He 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 Estevanico, and bring back my spectacles to me? For now I have many, many letters to write, and the time is getting short, nv short." his own thoughts he would have seen the youth's 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 corner of his brown robe and picked up his quill. 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 Pedes-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. to MisAnd to them he must write; OaDn San Buenaventura. sion San Arcangel. San Juan Capistrano. Clara, San Diego de Alcala, Santa AnSan Tolosa, de San Luis Obispo Francisco San tonio de Padua, and de Asis. his As he leaned over the table and the head was light with fever, For a moquill in his hand shook. must lay his head ment he needs before him, clean page the on down and close his eyes. Yet he must write . . . though well he knew those brothers of the farther misin sions would never reach him brothtime. But Palou, his closest . . . er, his Mallorcan countrymanhimself he" must come. He roused letand started writing, ending the and come ter "Good Brother Palou, assist me to die!" For hours into the night, the little cell was quiet except for the scratching of the pen, and the gentle restclicking of his rosary when he ed from his writing. Once Pio in slipped in, and put fresh candles curled candle-socketHe up the at the father's 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, the Sacramento, drowning all things in thick g white vapor. Along the shingly coast, golden beaches, 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 the Californias, Baja and . s. far-flun- al 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. Junipero Serra read the letter, sighed, and signed it with his rubric: ..." "Fr. Junipero Serra." CHAPTER XVI in the class, here are three brand new fashions designed especially for you! Everyone of them is extremely smart and everyone is designed to give added charm and dignity to full figures. They are easy to make. The patterns are carefully planned to help beginners, and each is accompanied by a detailed sew chart. 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Send your order to The Sewing Circle Pattern Dept., 149 New Montgomery Ave., San Francisco, Calif. Patterns 15 cents (in coins) each. sew-cha- rt Bell Syndicate. WNU Service. Don Pedro Fages agreed with that it was indelicate for La Gobernadora to be confined by a physician, a man. But the lady herself, when she learned that a very HOT learned man of medicine was stationed at the Presidio of San FranLEMONADE cisco, made up her mind that she in would not remain Monterey, to be delivered by the midwife from the Mission Carmelo, who also deA General Quiz livered the Indian women. The Governor himself, greatly worried by the news he had re1. What city is called the ceived from Mexico concerning the Menthol Cough Drops 50 of the World? possibility of the missions of Cali2. Government meat Both have en Alkaline Factor fornia being put under the guardiangraders recthai helps yon (exist coldil how manv of ognize erades mpnt? ship of the Dominican Order, felt 3. How the need of discussing the situation many cities have the with Junipero Serra's countryman, city manager form of govern Absent Ones Francisco Palou, the Mallorcan, at ment.' 4. Are there The absent ones are usually San Francisco. Fray Palou was any stingless honey found in the wrong. wise, liberal, friendly, and with him bees? Don Pedro felt he could discuss his The Answers 1. Cairo. impasse with Serra, and other matters. DO YOU LACK PEP? 2. Five grades: (1) Prime, (2) (TO BE COM OWED) choice, (3) good, (4) medium, (5) M Phoenix, Ariz. Filplain. Tina Griffin. 1341 W. 3. There are now 465 more it., ayi cities and Medial Pierce's Golden 7 counties Be using this form of govDiscovery helped to ft i me a fine appetite ernment. Staunton, Va., started sue Melt much stronger enerDoing the Best You the movement 30 years ago. its use. I had more to sleep .Me mA 4. There are several species of Pick up the map by the upper the trouble is that you should fold Better." Ask your dniRgi bees stingless today for Dr. Pierces it let corners and hang down in both from the right and the left end and subtropical native to tropical Medical D""' finMwi countries, but they ery in liquid or tablets. front of you. New size, tablets and meet in the middle. produce very little honey. 50c. liquid $1 and The map instead of being neat Study the creases carefully to determine where it was first folded. and compact will look like an inThe horizontal line through the midflated football. Well, at rate any looks dle promising, so use that you have done your best. After all and fold the map once on itself. why need it be folded as it was at plug You will now find that some of the first? Jest take the inflated map convex creases are facing some of press the air out of it with your the concave creases. So evidently hands and finish the job by sittine it can't go that way. Open the on it. 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