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Show I LEHI FREE PRESS. LEHIJIL w . Mistress of Monterey C VIRGINIA STIVERS BARTLETT Stiver VUi-J- 's U-- e cn Ea2yUres3 mesh with puff stitch J and easily into this charming dress. mercerized cotton in fresh is' quickly r.r.g colors. 'e-- s Birtlett J ! cro-t-e- Pattern 1658 con-la'- s "directions for making the in sizes 4 to 8 (all given in On- CHAPTER XVIII Continued 1- 5"Then," La Perouse continued in Spanish, "it was a surprise to find such luxury in your palais de adobe. It was a surprise to find such wine and such brandy as this, and," raising his glass to La Gobernadora, "it was a surprise and a great pleasure to find the palais, or perhaps I should say the hotel de ville with 6uch a chatelaine! Such grace, and if I may be pardoned for speaking 80 frankly, such beauty, such elegance could scarcely be found in the court of Louis XVI himself, or of your own sovereign, Charles of Spain! But to find it here! Madame! But of course you know how fortunate you are, Monsieur le Gouver-neuto have . . . how do you call her, La Gobernadora? . . . here in the wilderness with you! I envy you, parbleu, I do. You are like the first man and the first woman, Adam and Eve, in this Paradise; your ;life here must be a perpetual honeymoon!" Eulalia smiled, with sidelong glances at the two Frenchmen. She studied them carefully. Such finesse! Such fine clothes! And from those curled perukes she was sure there came a faint perfume, very !faint to be sure, and very mascu-'linbut unmistakable. Those neat breeches, and buckled shoes. She studied her husband. Why had she not trimmed his beard that day? jAnd why had she not insisted that he come and change his clothes before the distinguished Frenchmen came ashore? That leather jacket, and those stained leather breeches . . . dusty boots. She shuddered. Ugh, and that faint odor of horses that clung around him always. She sighed deeply. "Yes," La Perouse was saying to the Governor, "we have with us on this expedition astronomers, philosophers, meteorologists, watchmakers, cartographers, every sort of scientist you can imagine. With your permission we will make a camp near here, and set up a laboratory. There are many things here we wish to study, as well as the Indians, their habits, physical characteristics, and religions." Eulalia saw her husband lean forward eagerly, with the expression on his face that told her he would soon launch into a lengthy, and to her, uninteresting discourse on his favorite subject, California. She looked at young Dagclet, brooding before the fire, untouched by the spate of unfamiliar Spanish that flowed around him. She moved closer. "You are very quiet, Monsieur." Dagelet started. "I am at a disadvantage, Madame, because of my ignorance of your language. But you speak mine so beautifully it would be a charity on your part to talk with me." "What can I say? I have nothing to tell. There is nothing to talk about in this and lonely country. And I have been here so long that I can hardly remember what the world . . . my world . . . is like. Tell me!" she demanded eagerly. At the emotion in her voice Dagelet leaned toward her and spoke softly. "I can hardly imagine, Madame, that you are out of touch with the world. One would not believe it to look at you. But what shall I tell you? Of politics? Wars and rumors of wars? The theater? Opera? Gossip? Scandal?" The lady's eyes sparkled, and her enchanted smile. lips curved "Gossip!" she demanded. "Scanr, e, God-forsake- n in-a- dal!" So while Pedro Fages and the Comte de La Perouse talked of stars and tides, flora and fauna, horses and ships and men, La Gobernadora and young Dagelet talked of modes and manners, the gayest whim of the Queen of France, the newest actress to set Paris by the ears, the brightest songbird to be the toast of the jeunesse dore. "I am sorry I can tell you nothing of your own city, Barcelona, Madame, but hope Paris interests you." "Ah, Paris LI have been there! I love the place "Every woman, does. Every witty, charming lovely woman anywhere in the world," dared Dagelet. "So you have .enjoyed my gossip, my news? Remember, it is not really news, for we have been nearly a year on this cruise "since we sailed from France:"'" Eulalia raised melancholy eyes to him. "But you are going back to your country, your beloved Paris, some time. But I, I never shall return to my home. I shall die here some day, and be buried in the mission graveyard, and forgotten, without ever really having lived." Tears were in her voice,, and very near her eyes. Dagelet stirred toward her as though to touch the hand that lay so close to him, with palm upturned appealingly. "Ah, no, Madame Do not speak sol There must be some hope that you will. It would be wicked for you to waste your life in a rough out ..." 1 post like this, a place fit only for men, and strong men, used to danger! Why do you stay?" Eulalia was about to speak, but noticed the young man's eyes straying from her suddenly. Indizuela had silently entered the room, and was picking up the empty glasses. La Gobernadora spoke sharply. "No one called you, moza. Leave the room." The girl looked somberly at the Governor, sliding her eyes over the two Frenchmen. "Ah!" said the Count. "What a specimen!" "Isn't she?" said the Governor. "One of our finest." The men watched Indizuela as she sidled slowly and insolently out of the room, while Eulalia clung to her outraged dignity with clenched r.m-omo- ... 1 I wjf 7L fjLJV mm Her Horse Slid on Its Haunches Straight Down the Bank. for they would their spend the night aboard their ship. Then she hurried into her room and picked up her tiring glass. She stroked the color that still flamed in her cheeks. For a few minutes she looked into her own eyes. Then she put the mirror down and, lifting the sweeping lengths of flowered brocade that made her skirt, danced a slow minuet with her shadow, to an air she had heard years ago in long-boa- t, Pans. CHAPTER XIX Pedro Fages looked with awe and curiosity at the collecting of esoteric instruments scattered around the tent which La Perouse had had erected on the beach for a labora tory. "You will pardon me, Senor el Conde," he said with a twinkle, "but these look strange to me. I have not found such things necessary in my study of this country and peo pie." The French scientist straightened up from the microscope into which he had been peering, and laughed as he stretched himself. His place at the instrument was immediately taken by a pale scholar who adjusted it to his sight with the loving care of a fanatic. "And how do you study them, mon ami?" he asked. The Governor looked puzzled. "I do not really know. I just live with the country, and the people. And if the things that they do seem odd to me, I take them for granted, ask them no questions. But I feel as though I know and understand them. As for the country, I know I understand it. Oh, I don't mean your botanical names and terms. But I know an oak tree, a sycamore, an alder when I see it. I know the birds . . . but all by lit tle Spanish names that would seem' 1 know the strange to you animals and their habits . . ." "In fact you know much more than I and my two shiploads of scientists would ever know with all their instruments if they stayed here a quarter of a century." The two men strolled away from the tent, and the Governor rolled La Perouse a cigarette from his supply of cornhusks and tobacco. The Frenchman inhaled deeply. "You must give me some of these to take with me," he said. "Now I have here a list of things I was to ask you." He looked over some notes. "Hum-m-These were some questions that the medical profession was interested in. The answers will no doubt be simple for you. What is the relation of the color of the skin of the natives to the fluids in their bodies'" The Governor took his cigarette from his mouth and stared at his questioner, with open mouth. lank-haire- d ... ,4 l - '4 X ROLLS . t?Iliiir...-!- - m .K , tons . . . hum." JBut Eulalia. after a moment's n ,n which she summoned fly- Ti exas ntanqet The Texas Hangers si-i- ... ... light at the compliment. His look strayed over her from trembling plume to the restless toe of her riding shoe. "You were made to be a queen. It would not matter where you were, you would have to be a queen. But it seems to me you could have chosen a better domain to reign over than this California. You . should be ." he hesitated delicately, but the lady's deepened color and attentive eyes gave him permission to speak farther, ". . . queen of a court of love and beauty." Eulalia only sighed, and stared out at the turquoise waters of the cove. Dagelet drew nearer and took her hand gently. He stripped the embroidered gauntlet from the relaxed fingers. Leaning over suddenly, he kissed her palm. She did not start, but withdrew her hand, still staring across the waters. Dagelet was moodily silent for a few moments before he spoke. "Yes, there it lies, the ocean," he said at last following her gaze. "And in two days there shall be I, upon those heaving waters wafted hither and thither by all the winds of heaven, drifting to strange isles and distant lands." "But you will be on your way home to your Paris . . with its life and color and music. Where the lights twinkle at night on the boulevards. And where there is gaiety. Ai, Dios de mi alma!" she sighed, speaking in Spanish, "I would I were going too!" The young Frenchman was staring strangely into the distance. "Perhaps I shall see Paris again, who can say? It perhaps not . . is half around the world or more from here, and many things can happen. But I wish you were." He stopped suddenly. "Pardon me," he mumbled, "I forget myself." "No," said Eulalia excitedly, "say what you were going to say. Did you not understand what I said in Spanish just now? I said I would I were going with you! There . . I have said it." "Come!" Before there was, time for further speech the Governor, La Perouse and his French gentlemen on their horses, Fray Fermin Lasuen and some priests from San Carlos at Carmel on their mules came upon them. "Ah, here is our hostess, La Reine herself!" exclaimed La . V . Y. " While Don Pedro and La Perouse were discoursing, La Gobernadora and young Dagelet walked their horses to the edge of a shallow cliff, where gnarled cypress writhed in distorted attitudes away from the sea, and sat silently a moment lookA ing at the scene beneath them. score of servants were preparing a on the a picnic merienda shore. Against a blackened rock, where savage people of ages past had baked food salvaged from the sea, a fire had dwindled into glowing coals, the correct temperature for cooking. hands. "I see Angustias, managing everyLater, Eulalia was conscious of said Eulalia, pointing at the as her husband farewells thing," speaking with her riding whip. "And scene to escort to the travelers departed there is Indizuela," she went on with a sidelong glance at her cavalier. "Don't you see her?" Dagelet reached for her reins, and pulled Eulalia's mount closer to him. "I see only you. You are indeed Queen of California in your green habit of regal velvet, except that you have a very chic hat with a sweeping plume instead of a crown. Do you ever wear a crown?" Eulalia sighed inwardly with de- Wl JUB ..j . for any size n.n looked quickly from tv-"How should I know?" he said at to young wife ua&e. his last. "How should beside his wife s horse his crowded 'Hnw should vou indeed! Hum. that -youA.- not seeing Why are That is one question our medical ; , fr.r mir PllPStS? IS IW) brethren will have to hnd oui ict- PVfV.'.;"R "Vv ai themselves. Revenons a nos mou- he aiked tnruy. Sjl t 2M DEmoPIHa WNU Service ... . . . I rQcCc ur-- thoughts back h ead with a her, threw hack her . ..... ringing laugh. "Come, my merry gen rried eailv. "Come , the hesta awaits your pleasure! Follow me, nores!" Her horse slid on its haunc m.bM Hnvi-- the bank in a cloud of th ing sand and dust. Soldiers entists and priests followed her wavher gaiety ire hand, infected by From the lady's mood the merienda took its tone. Music was wild and abandoned, jests in Spanish and French were bandied about with ungreat good humor, whether any derstood them or not. Don Pedro had sent hasty messages to San Francisco and to the Presidio at Santa Barbara inviting the officersof the two garrisons to me ceiepration, and they had arrived with their wives and children. There were the officers of the Presidio of Monterey and their families. And there were the wife and children of the Governor. He looked around for them. The children were playing wildly with other children, and" La Gobernadora was talking He vivaciously. and laughing frowned. There was something almost hysterical about her manner. Ah, he had enjoyed the visit with the Frenchmen but was privately thankful they would soon be gone. While the party was progressing noisily Eulalia retreated into her own thoughts. What had she said to Dagelet? And what had he said to her? "Come!" Could she? Was it possible? Her breath came more quickly at the thought. Her mind painted a picture for her, moving rapidly into a nebulous future; she saw herself wrapped in a mantle . . . slipping across the sand . . . lifted into a boat. She could even hear the sound of muffled oars. Then she was on a ship. But here the vision broke. She would be seasick! But she braced herself. 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"I almost wish I were sailing away into that sunset with you, Senor el Conde," he said wistfully. "I wish were." "Ah, the sunset makes me sad, homesick!" sighed Eulalia. "That is natural," said the priest quietly. "I too am homesick." "You?" asked Eulalia. "For what place?" "For my heavenly home," murmured the old man. "I am homesick also." La Perouse spoke in a low tone. "I am homesick for my native land, which is so far from me. La Belle I France!" "I am homesick for my home- land too, Senor el Conde," replied Eulalia. "For Spain, the province of Catalonia, Barcelona." "We all seem homesick," observed La Perouse, "except his Excellency. Are you not homesick too?" (TO BE COSTIM ED) p g! HI Half lljJ Itilitlll century of scientific research a has made possible a motor oil that's really pure . . . Quaker State. In four great, modern refineries the finest Pennsylvania crude oil is freed of all trace of impurities . . . I lIjL!13 were grown from seed. 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