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Show LEni FREE PRESS, LEHI. UTAH SEJ j HOW-T-9. Mistress of Monterey c5 Ruth wyeth Spears tf Virginia Slivers Eartlett WNt Service VIRGINIA STIVERS BARTLETT i r L fc f hie SanC- - SYNOPSIS In Spanish-governeCalifornia of 17E3 Conflict between Church and State is represented by friendly enemies, frail old Tny Junipero Serra. Franciscan missionary, and Don Pedro Fages, civil governor. After telling Serra he Is sending to Mexico lor his wife and son, whom he has not seen for eight years, he refuses his aid toward founding the Santa Barbara Mission. Dona Eulalla agrees to go to California, accompanied by her duenna, Angustias Don Pedro sends for Serra. telling him that two priests are on their way from Mexico with Eulalla and young Pedro and that he is leaving to meet them. Fages engages a young Indian girl. Indizuela. as maid for Eulalla. Eulalla sails from San Bias It Is a desolate trip. From the port of Loreto, a large cavalcade loaded with Eulalla party starts out for the long overland trip Eulalla, accustomed to luxury and cimfort. bitterly regrets having been persuaded to Come. The two priests. Fray Mariano and Fray Bartolomeo, call on her and arouse her suspicions as to their genuineness As to tha cavalcade stops at various missions, Eulalla hears rumors of the approach of her husband. While Don Pedro plans a great fiesta to welcome his wife. Eulalia plans her costume. Don Pedro welcomes nil beautiful wife and young son. Eulalia 1i toasted as the Queen of the Californias. On the long Journey to Monterey, the reunited couple are royally entertained at the Presidio at San Elego. Eulalia disapproves of the democratic relations of Don Pedro and hla people. Pleading weariness in the midst of the feast she goes to bed where Angustias tells her she knows Eulalia is gain 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 ts founded. Meanwhile Eulalia finds there is a conflict between Serra and Don Pedro and plans to use the priest as an ally. After a flattering welcome at Monterey, Eulalla Is bitterly disappointed In the presidio. Going to Father Serra's mission for mass, Don Pedro has an argument with the priest, who accuses him of betraying a trust because of the rascally caliber of the two priests. Serra calls In response to a message from Eulalia. have sent messages to the Viceroy Misbegging for more help for the sion Santa Barbara. He may grant ly, and dropped her sewing. "Padre mio, that is too much, to call me an I really answer to prayer. I ... can not . . ." "But you are, dear daughter! I prayed for help to found the Mission Santa Barbara, and you will be my help. Yes, I am sure of it!" His eyes were gleaming. Eulalia rubbed her hands restlessly before the fire. "Father," she began, then hesitated. "Father, what stands in the way of founding that mission?" "Nothing! The time has been long ripe for it. Nothing stands in the way. But there is one man that does." He stopped abruptly, and looked sternly at La Gobernadora. Feneath his glance, she stirred and gathering up her needlework crumpled it in her nervous fingers. "I need not ask you who that is. I I feel it is my . that husband. Am I right, Father? ' ... . "So you know it then? Yes, it is he, Senora. The Governor himself, that proud rash man, who arrogantly believes his vain temporal power can stop the progress of Mother Church. And that, he must learn to his sorrow, he can not do!" Eulalia shivered "Yes, he must learn that. But how am I to help him, and you, and the Church?" she asked. "Daughter," said the priest earnestly, "you are as close to Don Pedro as his very heart. You know how to reach him. And as a pious woman, a true daughter of the Church, your prayers will surely be heard. He must be made to see that plans must go forward CHAPTER XIV Continued swiftly for Santa Barbara. You must 11 make him see that. I, it seems, "A blessing on this house," he can not reach him, through any muttered, making the sign of the cross. He blinked. The room was bright with candlelight, for though it was only late afternoon, a heavy fog darkened the day, and made it cool, so that the open fire was comforting and cheery. "Ah, your Reverence!" La voice was respectfully cordial. "Please do excuse me for not rising. Sit you here by the fire, Father, where you may rest, and warm yourself after your long walk. It is so good, so very, very good of you to make this visitation upon me, in answer to my plea to you!" Serra sat down absently, and stretched his hands a moment to1 ward the fire. Then they fell into his lap, and his fingers twined about the beads of the rosary suspended from his rope girdle. Eulalia waited nervously for him to speak. She stirred impatiently. Beneath her feet Escabellito sneezed. The sound exploded the silence. Junipero Serra leaned forward, and looked at the child. "What is this!" he exclaimed. "What do I see? Senora, are you resting your feet on a little Indian child?" "A Blessing on This House," "Why, yes." Eulalia flushed. He Muttered. The missionary's eyes blazed suddenly. channel, though he has my pray"But he is a human being, ers." Senora! A soul! Not an insensate "And if I can not reach him, object, nor a dog." Padre. What then?" "My husband, the Governor," she "Then there must be someone raised her eyes to the priest, else!" "brought him to me in Lower CaliEulalia took a deep breath. fornia, and gave him to me for a "You mean someone else . . in We call him Escabellito. his place?" lie is really my little slave. You "There is no other way. The Govmay run along, Escabellito." ernor of California must be a man The child rose and darted from willing to aid and succor the Church the room. at every step. And Don Pedro "A slave!" exclaimed the priest. Fages, unless you can influence him, "Dear God, how pitiful. My poor Senora, is not that man." La Gobernadora was trembling. dark children, slaves! But it is what I would expect of the Governor of When she tried to speak, her voice the Californias, in his arrogance." was lost. With an effort she conEulalia's hands trembled a little trolled herself. at her stitching. "Then, that would mean . . "It is not my wish to have him a leaving California?" she asked in slave, Padre. It is my husband's. almost a whisper. "That would mean his leaving CalHe . . . he seems to think it befitting my position as his wife, to have an ifornia. Ah. Senora, if it comes to Indian for a slave. I have always that, would you be willing, after all been guiltily uncomfortable with the long wearisome journey you him at my feet. But my husband have made to this place, to leave She sighed virtuously, and it? For the sake of our Holy Mother Church?" shook her head. Eulalia lifted her head with a deep "Praise God, then, your heart is tender toward the Indians! That breath. She faced the missionary's cheers me, Senora. I am most en- questioning eyes, that gleamed into hers, bright with fires of new hope. couraged to know your feelings. I Then she averted her head, and had not dared hope for such aid looked into the fire, answering, "I from for the sake of Holy Mother "From the wife of the Governor?" would, Church." asked Eulalia quickly. Serra lifted his hand toward her Junipero Serra looked at her in a gesture of blessing. Bearchingly. "The Holy Mother bless for "You may speak openly, frankly, that!" he exclaimed in a you happy with me, Padre. I feel that I know voice. "God will reward you for what your problems are, and deep- your unselfishness!" ly sympathize with you. I would Eulalia dared not raise her like to help you solve them, if I That guilty feeling, which hadeyes. ascan." sailed her at her fust meeting with The old man loaned eagerly for- the holy man made it impossible for ward, his eyes brightening. her to look at him, even to speak. "I believe you could do much, The priest rose slowly. la Gobernadora. "Now I must depart, Senora la Perhaps," he exclaimed as a thought seized Gobernadora. It has been a happy upon him, "perhaps it is you who visit with you, my good daughter. have been sent as an answer to all My heart is lighter for it. God has my prayers, instead of those two answered my prayers in sending I can not call them Francisyou here to intercede with the Govcans . . . but you know to whom ernor for me how I am countI tcfer." ing on your help, Senora. SomeLa Gobernadora laughed nervous thing will be done now, I know. I God-fearin- g Gob-ernador-a's f mm it 1, ioot-stoo- l. . ..." ..." Se-fio- ra ... . . . it . . . he may deny it. But if he denies it, it will need the influence of the Governor to bring things about. And there is where you will help." Junipero Serra sighed. "I still have some temporal, some worldly influence, Ser.ora. And if I must, I will use it, to justify my just and holy plans." of course." "Of The priest moved toward the door, where Angustias awaited to usher ... him out. "But I will only use that, and very much against my will, if every other channel, and your gentle influence, fails. Ah, but I would hate to! I do not know if you can understand how I feel toward Don Pedro; how, although we differ on every point in life, I admire, respect, yes, even a . love him, as a friend brother." His voice trembled, and his eyes misted. "That is why all this hurts me so deeply, so mortally, for I love the man. Ah, well, you do not understand. Teil his Excellency for me, that he has my .rincere, earnest prayers, and to listen to his wife's gentle counsel. Will you, Senora?" The lady nodded dumbly. "Adios, Sennra la Gobernadora." Again he blessed the house and, followed by Pio, was soon swallowed up in the fog. When he had gone, Eulalia pulled closer to the fire. She cast her sewing impatiently on the floor. "Escabellito!" she called suddenly, "where are you, little imp? Come, get here where you belong!" The child scurried to his place beneath her feet. It was thus the Governor found her when he came into the palacio, his beard and eyebrows beaded with fog. "Junipero Serra has been here," she said slowly. "He has? What did he say?" questioned the Governor eagerly. "He . . . he . . ." she hesitated. "He is impossible. Nothing can be done, I am afraid. It is hopeless for you, or for me, to try to move him." "I was afraid of that. He left . no word, no message?" "None." The Governor sighed. CHAPTER XV In the cell that was their quarat Carmelo, Fray Mariano Rubi and Fray Bartolome Gili were indulging themselves in a little recreation. It was only a tiny adobe cubicle, but , the two friars were able, through their peculiar talents, to amuse themselves they chanced to be. No spot was too small or too grand, too low or too lofty. Fray Mariano sprawled on the boards of his celibate cot. Fray Bartolome was poring over a stained letter that lay before d him on the table. "Yes," he said thickly, "it is well I got this away from Fray Junipero in time, or it might have been finished and dispatched to Mexico. Then where would we have been? Eh, answer me, can't you, you . ." Fray Mariano scratched himself. "I don't know where we would have been. In limbo, probably. How ters half-finish- wine-staine- . r d;d voa get this iet-.ti;v. " Reverence?' timcnious -Ha' What a glorious strategist , a!:. Brother!" the other repue It as this w a . Fray "L'vn .'. til. called me to his room. had all the was reading He on that arrived this morning spechis had He Ar.tonio. the San face tacles on his "se and his rot he did W2S very intent, so that little see me at first. I made a you know, very noise. softly and respectfully." I can The other sniggered. "Yes. how." imagine "Then he looked up, and told me been to wait a moment, that he had rou and me writing a report about in Mexico, tu the Father Guardian and wished to speak to me about it. I was worried, and hard put to wait the patiently. So I stepped outsideknow You Indian. an cell, and met him. Estevanico." himself Fray Mariano stretched on his cot. "Indeed I do. He is the sweet from whom I won this nice blanket at gambling. Go on." "The very one. So I whispered to him, and plotted a little plot. He was to steal the father s spectacles. Steal them, you understand, so that Fray Junipero could see to write no more letters! Wasn't that a beautiful plot?" The other grunted a grudging ad- "But what is he to get miration. for doing that?" he asked suspiciously. "Oh, I am to give his blanket back to him, the one you won. But then "You are! Just try . . ." "Ah, be quiet. I said I would. That is all. So in a moment he slipped into the cell and watched the father writing. Now of course you understand the father treats all Indians like fathose louse-ridde- n vorite sons, so when he saw this one standing there, he took off his spectacles and asked him what he wished." "The Indian expressed a great curiosity about the spectacles. 'What are they?' he asked, 'and do you see God through them?" And then . . . well . . ." "Well, the father said yes, I suppose. Continue." "Yes, he said he saw God everywhere, with the glasses or without." He stopped a moment thoughtfully. "What if he does see God?" he asked abruptly with a little shiver. "Don't be a superstitious baby," the other snarled. "Get on with your story." "Then the Indian said, 'I want to see God!' Oh, it was wonderful, Brother, so cute, so sly, just like a spoiled child! So he snatched up the spectacles and put them over his nose. He began to leap and dance." The friar began illustrating his story. "Up and down, thus, with the spectacles hanging from his greasy ears, flinging his hands about and shouting. 'I see God! I see God!' He circled around and around until he reached the door, then he scrambled out, still shouting, and was gone in a trice!" "And what did the father do?" "He ran to the door in a panic, calling Estevanico back. And when he saw he had gone, he shook his head and said, 'Poor little one, he doesn't know he has taken his' f; ther's eyes.' " Iter ..." 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