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Show LEHI FREE PRESS, LEHI, LXH Light-Hearte- Fashions d For a dirndl, choose SEW Virginia Stivers Bartlctt e Virginia Stivers Bartlett re,.,die ' mien, cnintz an.i18 io, and SizeUrZ'M 20. yards of WVJ Service h Doiero and slacH- rrW.T81 " a. - 18 And while she was toying nervously with her quill, her husband and young Pedro were sitting astride their horses in Don Pedro's beloved orchard. The trees were full of Indians, gathering the luscious fruit that hung in rich clusters, bright in the autumn sunshine; early pears and apples, late peaches and pomegranates. Little naked boys, pajareros, ran through the orchard with rattles and miniature bows and arrows, frightening away the clouds of birds that had assembled to steal the ripe fruit. As fast as the fruit was picked, it was loaded into panniers on mules, and carried to the shore, where boats were piled high and oared to the Astrolabe and the Boussole, a princely offering from the Spanish Governor to the expedition of the Count de La Perouse. The Governor and his son watched the scene with pleasure. The movement and life, the color, and the clamor of many voices was pleasant to them. They looked at each other and smiled, completely at harmony together. An Indian passed them carrying a basket strapped to his back, and supported from his brow with thongs. It was filled to the rim with purple grapes. The Governor stopped him, and made a note on a list he carried in his hand. "Twenty baskets of grapes," he said. "Hum," to the Indian, "that will be enough grapes. No more today. Vayase." The Indian plodded again, and will be something to remember all our lives." "And it will be something for me to remember all my life, that I have visited your California. More, I can not say. And now "And now," replied the Governor with a slight formality which he assumed to cover his real feelings, "and now, my friend, I suppose the time has come for us to say, as you French put it, adieu!" "Your Spanish word, adios, is the same, Monsieur le Gouverneur. Both speed the parting guest in the care of God." "Yes, we must say those words. For we must not hinder your departure with our curiosity, and there are things I must attend to at the presidio. But be sure, Senor el Conde, that at whatever hour you sail we shall be here on shore, watching you as far as we can see. And wherever you shall sail, you will be in our hearts. Thank you for visiting us." The two men gripped hands. La Perouse was frankly moved. "Thank you for everything. The friendliness, the courtesy, the hospitality and your gifts of fruit and wine. We will appreciate those, surely. And even for the goat and the chickens, and . . . Mon Dieu! ..." on. "Yes," continued the Governor, following the basket of grapes with his eyes, "that will have to be enough. We must have enough left for the vintage. But I have already sent them barrels of wine, so I do not think I am selfish. Do you?" "Pues, no!" cried the boy. "And too, we would not have any grapes for the fiesta, the vendimia. And we must have, mustn't we? And won't it be soon?" "Yes, I think it will be soon. Yes, we must have a great fiesta this year . . . just for ourselves. It has been nice to have the Franceses here, but it will be nice to have a party just for ourselves. I think there is a little bull that is ready to meet a torero, and there is another that will make a barbecue. And we will have some horse-race- s, and some of and some cock-fight- s the Indian boys will wrestle, and there will be music and dancing. Ai de mi, what a vendimia it will be!" "And Mother will sit on a throne with grapes and leaves on her head for a crown, and be queen of the fiesta!" "Yes, yes, and again yes! Look, who comes?" It was an Indian messenger from the camp of La Perouse, asking that they hurry down to the beach to see something. As they reached the beach, they could see a cloud of smoke, and a strange activity going on. On coming closer they discovered La with Angustias, and almost all of the people of the presidio, who had evidently been summoned hastily by a messenger from La Perouse. The Frenchman came hurrying to Pedro Fages. "I had a thought at the last minute," he said hurriedly. "You have been so wonderful to me, all of your people have, that I wanted to give an occasion special for you. We are to have a balloon ascension!" "Balloon ascension!" exclaimed the Governor. "I have heard of balloons but never seen one." "Regard, then," said La Perouse dramatically, "there is a balloon which was given us to take on our voyage around the world. Why, I do not know, unless it was to impress people around the globe that Frenchmen now make balloonsl What good they can ever be, I can not see, but they say some day they will be made strong enough to carry Gob-ernado- ra men." rode rapidly across the to the palacio. parade-groun- d Late that evening, the Count de La Perouse, working with some of his scientists in their rude laboratory on the beach, was amazed when an attendant told him that a woman, with a baby in her arms, wished to see him. .And when the companion of La Gobernadora strode in, unabashed, he was still more surprised. With no preamble she told her story. "And here he is," she said finally. "My baby, my Chichi. You will take him, will you not, where he will be well, and live?" "But of course, Madame!" exclaimed the Frenchman, his eyes bright with amusement. "I will see that he has the best of care, and I will loose him in the most beautiful jungle I can find, I assure you." He was astounded to see the woman's harsh face begin working with emotion. "Here," she squeaked, "here is a little bundle of clothes I made him. He has needed them here where it has been cold, and perhaps he will need them again before he reaches his jungle. See, she explained, holding out a tiny pair of trousers, and poking her finger through a hole, "see his dear little tail goes through here." La Perouse had taken the monkey in his arms, but Angustias reached for him, strained him passionately to her breast. The little animal put out a tiny paw and stroked her face with queer little noises. She held him away from her, and stared into the worried human eyes, then thrust him back at the startled Frenchman. "Take him quickly," she gasped. he is my all "Be good to him . . . my baby." Before La Perouse could say another word she stumbled out of the tent into the dark. "Nom du nom de vieu singe!" roared La Perouse. "Here, Dagelet, you seem moony and unoccupied. I give you this animal to keep in your charge, and to watch and ward, and put his dear little tail through the hole in his pantaloons until we land on a tropical isle! Mon Dieu, quelle femme." Dagelet picked up the monkey dolefully. "And you think I have nothing to do!" he muttered. He walked away from the tent, carrying the monkey and his bundle of clothes to a spot where a boat was moored, and an oarsman sat as though waiting for someone. "Take this," barked Dagelet. "I ... Your Excellency," She Said at Last. "Certainly, I can not say more. My feelings . . . pardonnez moi . . ." He turned to Eulalia, who was standing quietly beside her husband, her eyes on Dagelet. "And, to you ma Reine de my respects for your fortitude and loyalty in being such a wonderful woman in the midst of such a remote country." Eulalia's lips moved, but her remarks were inaudible as the Count kissed her hand. There were other farewells, then the Governor, followed by his soldiers and Indian bearers, his wife on one hand and his son at the other, moved away from the camp on the beach. As they rode the Governor and his wife were each very silent, busy with their own thoughts. Young Pe dro prattled beside them. The Count had given him a silver medal which had been struck off by the French Government to commemorate the great expedition of La Perouse around the world. On one side was an effigy of Louis XVI, and on the other two olive branches tied with a ribbon, and a scroll which read: "Les fregates du roi de France, la Boussole et TAstrolabe, command-ee- s par Mm. de la Perouse ie de Langle, parties du prt de Brest, en Cali-forni- Juin e, 1785." The child rapturously polished the bright coin on his jacket, and asked his mother to translate it for him. She did, lifelessly. The Governor sighed and spoke. "At dawn, on the tide, they sail for all the seven seas. And I," he chuckled suddenly, "I will escort you home, my Lady, then ride over to the Mission Carmelo to talk with Fray Lasuen about this new Mission Santa Barbara. For that is the next great thing to happen to our California." "Ah! So you will not be home this evening?" "No, my love. I shall sup with the good fathers, but will' return early. You will pardon me?" For a long moment she looked at him intently, then gazed straight ahead. "Certainly, your Excellency," she said at last. When at the great gate to the presidio young Pedro elected to go with his father, she seemed in a strange mood. "Go with your father, my son," she said, "but kiss me adios." The boy looked startled, but pecked his mother hurriedly on the cheek. Eulalia watched them until their figures and that of the servant who followed were lost around a curving "There will never be one strong enough to carry me!" laughed Fages. He and young Pedro dismounted and hurried on foot after La Perouse to where the great muslin bag was slowly filling with smoke, its rounding sides showing strange designs and pictures. "We have had it up once before on this trip," explained La Perouse. "That was in Lima. I hope it will ascend now!" he said anxiously. And at last it did. Slowly it staggered into the air. Everyone regarded it with amazement. Some of the Indians muttered, and several old women prostrated themselves on the ground. Accompanied with a chorus of incredulous ejaculations it rose the full length of the cord that tethered it, then, as a fresh late afternoon breeze puffed in from the sea and threatened, it was brought down again. "Por Dios!" exclaimed the Governor of California, greatly pleased and amazed. "Mil gracias to you, Senor el Conde, for such a miracle! A balloon raised from the shore of hill. Then she spurred her horse and California! It will never happen will return." was stopped. If the hussy lover, s .c Frencn same joining -at...r would use Vic.ei.ce sr.e re:. her, step Angustias A She needed a man t he.ner. on still she h!taed. her eye zigzar? girl who v.;thrcL: the sar.d. she hea'd Usound of hum s. She ran u-them as they came m v ow Governor. the she sav; it was .et She stepped. She must rot d:;oh,yed had Sne her. see him him He would reprimand ner, sne, had always Angustias. whom, he " She started soldier called "a good bu to sten behind her tree again, had was too late. The Governor seen her. So she took matters in her own hands and ran toward him. "Your Excellency!" she gasped, to "look, see that woman running on ward the beach! With the bundle her head! It is Indizuela! She is French running away to join some lover on the ships." Pedro Fages looked after the figure that Angustias pointed out. She did indeed seem to be fleeing, her erratic course took her now from one tree to another, and she was avoiding the open spaces. re"Very well, Angustias, you turn with Pedro to the mansion. I will attend to this. Go with them." he ordered the servant. He spurred his horse lightly and cantered toward the girl. As he drew near he saw she had staggered and dropped the great bundle from her head. She was leaning over it, sobbing with exertion when he caught up with her. As he jumped from his horse, she turned away from him, and tried to cover her face with the rebozo that swathed her head. Fages spoke very gently. "Mi chiquita," he said, "my poor little one. Why are you running away from us all, and from your home, and those who are concerned in your welfare? Did you not say you loved the Governor, and were grateful for all he had done for you? And now you run away, Indizuela!" The girl suddenly became dynamic. She straightened and faced the Governor boldly, tearing the rebozo from her head. "So!" she screamed. "It is Indizuela you love, is it! Indizuela whom you follow after in the starlight! Indizuela, is it! Indizuela!" Pedro Fages put his hand to his beard, then brushed his eyes as though he doubted his sight. "Eulalia!" he said. "Eulalia! You were running away." She stooped over her bundle and tugged at it. "Of course I am running away. And you can not stop me. Indizuela is not leaving you," she panted, "so you will be happy." She lifted the bundle and staggered a few steps. Don Pedro watched her as though he were viewing an incident in a dream, with drugged senses that could not react. "I am leaving everything behind that you love," she said through her teeth, "the children, Indizuela and your California. For ever!" Then he strode to her side and wrested her burden from her. "Come," he said sternly, "no nonsense. " She struggled with him. "No!" wildly. "No! Let me go! You can not hold me here any longer! Let me . ." But he slung the bundle over his saddle, and taking her around the shoulders that writhed and tried to slip from his grasp, he put one hand firmly over her mouth, and tried to move her toward the horse. She dug her heels in the sand, he could feel her maledictions and imprecations sputtering against his yards of lis yards te (TO BE COMIMLD) You cannot assess the Japanese tested to me with a smile that the Japanese soldier is not a whit su- perior mentally, morally or physi cally to the soldier of the West. Yet they insist that he is, in fact, "a better soldier," because, unlike oth er soldiers, he courts death as his greatest honor, writes Willard Price in the London Spectator. The training of men who will go to their doom with the unswerving directness of robots is a weird and unworldly process. It begins 2,000 years before the soldier is born. 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H iT'S Send your on.ier to circle Pattern a,.. IMonteamprv c Cahf. Patterns s each. - blinded with her Angustias, tears, staggered through the sand until she reached firmer ground, then she made her way toward the presidio, sobbing and talking to herself. "Chichi, my baby," she grieved, holding her empty arms to her breast, "my baby, my baby." When she was quite near the presidio gate she noticed a figure moving hurriedly in the direction of the beach. It seemed to be the figure of a woman. Angustias slipped behind a tree and watched. The woman came closer and Angustias could see a large bundle balanced on her head. Every few feet she turned around and looked back toward the presidio. "Indizuela!" gasped Angustias. "What is she doing? Ah, the vixen, she is running away with some French sailor, I'll be bound. Well, we can't have that. I've always had my suspicions of that one. Que la doncella honrada la pierna quebra-d- a y en casa (The virtuous maid and the broken leg must stay , at home)," she muttered. She took a hand. few steps toward the girl, then ribbi.-- fn. rZT h . ,Iortb i ara 1480 is design i f,r 16, 18 and 20. s.ze M CHAPTER XXII Continued l o Patterns 1332 is designed for rjitttotmi wiwn v ill Ufl r A KIEWFHTdMTSE u..- . lM't''' frw'dtnt CHAUNCEY W. WEST, Monflf |