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Show UTAH LEHI FREE PRESS. LEH1. Fashions Bloom in Spring i C Virsjlnl WN'U Service Virginia Stivers Bartlett Stiver Bartlett SYNOPSIS In Spanish-governeCalifornia of 1783 Conflict between Church and Slate U represented by two friendly enemies, trail old Tray Junipero Serra. Franciscan missionary, and Don Pedro Fages. civil governor. After telling Serra he is sending to Mexico for his wife and son. whom he has not seen for eight years, he refuses his aid toward founding the Santa Barbara Mission. Dona Eulalia agrees to go to California, accompanied by her duenna. Angustlas. Don Pedro sends for Serra, telling him that two priests are on their way from Mexico with Eulalia and young Pedro and that he Is leaving to meet them. Fages engages a young Indian girl. Indizuela. as maid for Eulalia. Eulalia sails from San Bias. It is desolate trip. From the port of Loreto. a large cavalcade loaded with Eulalia's party starts out for the long overland trip. Eula- lia. accustomed to luxury and comfort, bitterly regrets having been persuaded to eome. The two priests. Fray Mariano and Fray Bartolomeo, call on her and arouse her suspicions as to their genuineness. As the cavalcade stops at various missions, Eulalia heart rumor of the approach of her husband. While Don Pedro plans a great fiesta to welcome hit wife. Eulalia plans her costume. Don Pedro welcomes his beautiful wife and young ton. Eulalia Is toasted at the Queen of the California. On the long Journey to Monterey, the reunited couple are royally entertained at the Presidio at San Diego. Eulalia disapprove of the democratic relation of Don Pedro and his people. Pleading weariness in the midst of the feast she goes to bed where Angustlas tells her she know Eulalia fain to become a mother. Don Pedro Is disturbed by the developments In the character of the priests and dreads Serra's disappointment In them. Limping from mission to mission. Father Serra has a vision of St. Francis and tells his saintly master that he will be ready to Join him when Santa Barbara Mission is founded. Meanwhile Eulalia finds there Is a conflict between Serra and Don Pedro and plan to use the priest as an ally. After a flattering welcome at Monterey, Eulalia la bitterly disappointed In the presidio. 1 conical Indian huts jacals to the door of the little church. At the entrance a priest, in his ceremonial vestments, met them, swinging an aspersorium that sprinkled holy water on them, while two little Indian neophyte - acolytei swung censers that smoked with burning copal. As they bowed their heads for the priest's blessing, Pio of the yellow umbrella, now in spotless white trousers and shirt, his head encircled in a red handkerchief, spoke to the Governor. Don Pedro excused himself and followed Pio, as La Gobernadora entered the church. The Governor followed Pio into the sacristy. Standing upright in the center of the small apartment that was almost filled by a great chest of drawers sent from Spain to hold the priestly vestments, Fray Junipero was in his sacerdotal robes. He spoke abruptly without any ceremonious preamble. "I have been awaiting you, Don Pedro Fages. You have not been to see me. And I have not been to the presidio. The time that has passed since my return has been spent on my hands and knees, day and night, in close communion with Our Seraphic Father." Serra's eyes gleamed large In his The pupils seemed to spread over the entire iris, and they gleamed feverishly. Deep lines made furrows from nose tctwitch-in- g gray lips. Fages noticed that his hands clasped and unclasped nervCHAPTER XIII 10 ously, and that tremors shook his Fog crept in from the sea, smoth- frame constantly. ering the Royal Presidio of San Car"Father," said the Governor, "I los de Monterey, and the Mision will forgive the lack of ceremony San Carlos Borromeo in a damp with which you greet the representclinging blanket. It hiing in wisps ative of your King, for I see you are from the pines and cypresses, and ill." muffled the sounds of the horses' "111?" said Fray Junipero hoarsehoofs as the Governor and his party ly. "Ill in body? Not I. But my traveled the two leagues of the Via soul suffers agonies untold. I have Cruces from the presidio to the mission. La Gobernadora, riding in a litter, watched the gray tatters lift for a revealing moment, showing odd tortured shapes of gnarled cypress. Then a breeze from the sea would blow, hiding everything again in gray veils. She could hear the ocean, whispering, sighing, breaking into crashing cries as the waves met frustration against rocky crags where the cypress hung precariouswrinkled face. ly. Shivering, she pulled her velvet mantle around her, burying her chin in the robe of supple otter skins. Her Indian bearers trotted along the narrow road with an even lope, half - naked, glistening with moisture. At one side of her rode the Governor in such gravity as became the Governor of the Califor-nia- s on his way to mass. At the other side of La Gobernadora rode Pedro the Younger, his small face serious. Following the Governor's party came the entire population of the presidio, riding in order of their rank: the officers, their wives, children and servants; the soldiers, their women, children; the storekeeper, the blacksmith and other artisans. It was Eulalia's first visit to the Mision San Carlos. She was curious about the place, eager to hear Padre Junipero; he who spoke words of flame with a tongue of gold. She had not seen the Padre Presidente since her arrival at Monterey, but had pondered deeply upon the strange man of God, and sought to discuss him with the Governor. To him she had expressed herself with an admiration for the monk which, in its heartiness, was foreign to her usual expressions of regard for others. Silently in her own mind, she was building great hopes. Serra was strong, the strongest man in California except her husband, and sometimes she wondered if he were not stronger than the Governor himself. But he was the man she needed. And her need was greater than the guilty fear of him which assailed her at times. Then there was Capitan Nicolas Soler. He was an ally of a different caliber. But with the two of them on her side Serra, bringing his fanatic belief and strength in his holy convictions to bear on the Governor, and Soler, with his personal ambitions and desires to worry and harry Don Pedro her own hopes of leaving the province she hated might be realized. She stirred impatiently in the lit- "Are You Comfortable, My Soul?" He Asked Tenderly. not called you here to speak of these things. I call you here to ask you about a faith broken, a promise unkept." Fages started to speak, but Serra moved close to him. "Do you remember your promises, before you went away? No? Where is the mission to Santa Barbara? Where are the Franciscans you promised me? Where the soldiers to guard the work? Where is that mission, Pedro Fages?" "Father" "You will remind me that you brought two Franciscans with you. I need not tell you what they are. You know them. Why did you bring Rubi and Gili here? To insult me? To desecrate the Mision San Carlos, whose bricks are made from my flesh and moistened with my blood?" He tottered and Fages put a hand toward him. I would do it, God help do it!" He choked, and bent his head in ence curses, me, I would his hands. Tears trickled through the fingers that had woven and sewn raiment for Indians, and built adobe houses to shelter the heathen. The Governor went quickly from the apartment. Then he walked lowly into the church, knelt a ment and sat beside his wife. looked in alarm at his face. mo- She "Pedro," she whispered, "what" He touched her hand. "Nothing," he said, "hush." She could hear his heavy breathing. His fingers strayed to his beard. Then Fray Junipero entered the church, and they rose. He celebrated the mass in a hoarse voice, then turned to climb the steps to the pulpit. Eulalia gasped when she saw his face, gray above the stiff richness of his brocaded robe. Twice he stumbled and nearly fell. Eulalia watched the veined hand on the rail of the balustrade with fascination. A bell, suspended from the center of the wooden canopy over the pulpit, rang mysteriously. The Indians turned their eyes toward it, saw it ringing without aid of human hands, and fell to their knees in superstitious awe. Then the priest began to speak. The huskiness left his voice, and it rang loud and clear in the still church. What he said, Eulalia did not know, but the words poured forth in ringing cadence. Suddenly, feeling her husband beside her gripping the arms of the chair with both hands, she caught the import of Serra's words. "There is one among you who is sent by the devil! Listen not to him! Satan is lashing his tail in this land! Oh, beware, gentiles, beware the tempter's voice! Listen to the words of God that come through the lips of your Father Junipero Serra, who is nothing nothing itself and who wishes to suffer, only to suffer for all your sins as Jesus Christ and His Holy Mother suffered. Pains pains unbearable unspeakable thus" He robe. tore open the breast of his Eulalia, through a mist of agonized emotions, saw the thin chest encrusted with sores and ancient scars. The Indians moaned. A sigh ran Serra through the congregation. raised a cross, its lower end sharpened into a point, in one hand. In the other he balanced a stone. Lifting both with a wide gesture he brought the cross against his lacerated chest, and pounded the cruel point again and again into his flesh with the heavy stone. He staggered down the steps and mounted the altar. Seizing one of the branched candelabra he held it aloft a moment. "Ye who fear!" he cried. "Ye who fear, behold the courage God gives those who are true to Him!" His eyes glared straight at the Governor. half-heale- d He plunged the burning candles against his breast. The flames sputtered and died, extinguished in his blood. A shriek rose above the sighs and sobs of the congregation. On the dirt floor at her husband's feet lay the wife of the Governor in a dead faint. -- ,Jl...4 . . ,,4-r.- ,i rty v s & I f ;:lJiV?TTr p r ... sacristy. "So you see," he concluded, he believed he had reason to denounce mp Rut. bv Heaven," he said bit and terly, rising to his feet am beginnot to ning to pace the floor, "I blame for his deleat. u ne were m his right mind he could not believe I maliciously and deliberately chose those two rascally Franciscans to found the Mission Santa Barbara. But he does believe it, and there will be endless trouble for me from this affair." He tugged at his beard. "I must establish the peace with Fray Junipero in some way. Officially, of course, I can overlook everything. But personally, something must be done between us. And God knows what it can be. or how it can be done." Eulalia's eyes were closed, but her mind was working busily. The Governor paced the floor back and forth, back and forth. "Pedro mio," said the lady softly, opening her eyes at last, "I think that here is something I can do. Why not let me try to be the peacemaker between you?" The Governor stopped his pacing. "That would never do," he said after a thoughtful silence. "The Padre Presidente would never come here, unless I ordered him to. And of course I would not do that." "Your Excellency," said the Governor's wife with a trace of raillery, "sometimes you are very stupid. Of course you couldn't order him here. But a poor helpless lady, who has been blessed by the Holy Virgin, and is unable to make the long pilgrimage to Carmelo, might send for a spiritual adviser, a father confessor . . might she not?" she questioned softly. The Governor stared at her a moment, then smiled broadly. "She might. And then . . .?" "If your Excellency will leave that to me," answered the lady with a demure smile. The Governor laughed aloud. "I will then!" he cried, and knelt to kiss her hand. Over his bowed head, La Gobernadora smiled at some inner thought and nodded her head thoughtfully. . CHAPTER XIV "My Lady, he is coming, Padre Serra is coming!" exclaimed Angus-- . tias Irom her lookout at one of the barred windows. "He is walking s across the toward the palacio." "Ah!" said Eulalia with an excitparade-ground- ed flutter. "Quick, Angustias, hand me my sewing. You, Indizuela, pull up a chair here to the fire for the holy father, and be quick about it. Angustias, is there chocolate made? Escabellito! Where are you, you imp? Here, get where you belong." The child flopped on the floor facing the fire, and La Gobernadora settled her feet comfortably on his That evening Don Pedro sat be- round back. side Eulalia, watching her anxious"All right, Angustias. Open the ly. 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Hunter, lecturer in anatomy at Queens univer- sity, Belfast, Northern Ireland, en"Fray Junipero "Touch me not! Your hands are tered the lion's den at the Belfast unclean! You are betraving your Zoo, armed only with a trust! Betraying the Holy Church" brush, and made the animals a series of tricks, writes a corFages took a quick breath. in the New York Times. respondent he sterncried "Fray Junipero!" Lions and lionesses circled, stood "Those are serious charges ly. against me! I did not choose. the on their hind legs and lay down at ter. the bidding of the doctor, who is two who came from Mexico The Governor turned to her with Theypriests used to training wild animals. In were sent by others." a smile. "Then am betrayed in Mexico!" addition to being a lecturer of the "Are you comfortable, my soul?" "No! No one is betraying you! university, he is curator of the zoo. he asked tenderly. She nodded inBut your own suspicions are ""I draw the line at polar bears," differently, and he spoke again. "Ah ah mea culpa mea maxisaid Doctor Hunter to reporters after "I am sorry for your sake that it ma culpa " He tottered again. the performance. "I would run for is foggy for your first trip to the Again the Governor moved to sup- my life from one of them. They mission. For myself, I like the fog port him, but Fray Junipero stag- are so uncertain. They appear to as well as the sun. It is all one gered to the great chest and leaned be perfectly gentle and then have to me, whether the air be hot and against it. a sudden lapse. A lion may leap "Leave me, infidel, unbeliever! and bite you once'and hold on, but dry, or cold and damp, just so it is You who stand in the way of the a polar bear goes on biting you all the air 6f California." The bell sounded suddenly closer, Mission of Santa Barbara dearest the time. and then Eulalia saw the whitewish of my heart to be the bright"My worst experience was in the washed walls of the mission. est pearl in the Virgin's crown roo with a fully grown leopard. He Through a great gate in a palisad- Go! And if it were in my power to had escaped just as I was entering send you like Lucifer out of Heaed wall, the people from the prethe zoo and I tried to capture him sidio passed, by low buildings and venaway from this land your pres by catching hold of his tail. " long-handle- d per-'for- 1 -Pedro, sr.e rep;:eu i..-.maxe RpsIIv he was deliciously "So you were onH rmr.'orlab'.e. t swooned, really mo frightened?" she asked after a ment. ,e sa'd, kissing "Of course hands again. 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