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Show THE SMITH FIELD SENTINEL. SM1THFIELD. UTAH ioRM GD$r Virginia Stivers Bartlett muiWiwiiiiiM CHAPTER XXIII Continued He took his seat beside La ate, drank and replied absent-mindedl- y to all who spoke. It was only when he felt a light touch on his shoulder, and looking up saw Indizuela offering him a cup of wine, that he roused for a moment from his reveries. She smiled t him reproachfully and moved away, the wine Jug poised on her a, shoulder. After the feast, one of the Gove- rnors old Catalan soldiers clapped fcis hands for attention. Scnores y Scnoras! Senoritos y Senoritasl Cabelleros y amigos! Padresl Peones y Indioa! I will ilsing! I will sing a song of our lustrious Gobernador, el Senor Don Pedro Pages! 'Viva! Viva! shouted the crowd. Someone placed a vine wreath on his head as the old soldier experimented with his guitar. "I will aing a song of El Gobema-do- r concerning his prowess as a mighty hunter, and how he saved the Indians of San Luia Obispo from being eaten alive by bears! How he saved his people from starving by giving them the bears to eat, and how a mission was founded because of all these doughty deeds! Then he began to sing a long series of coplas. Dozens of verses sang the old sol- the dier, and at the end of each Peaudience howled, Ay-e- e, Don dro!" The Governor sat with bowed head, covered with confusion, and listened. back from running away, depressed his days and saddened his nights. His only comfort was in reading over and over again the few books he possessed: Las Sergas da Sancho Panza and the plays of Shakespeare. Long hours he would read, then impatiently order his horse and ride for hours through mud and rain, nowhere. There was only one light, one spot of warmth in his darkness, and that was not the clear warmth of the sun, or foe pure cold ray of a star, a light like a little fire shows from the depths of some murky cave. And that was Indizuela. Time and again he put the thought of the girl out of his mind, only to have her walk into his brain and heart, and through some witchcraft, take possession of him. And so the winter pressed down on Monterey. But from the south, from Santa Barbara, came letters from Fray Fermin Lasuen, bubbling with a youthful enthusiasm, that rose perennially In his old heart. It was summer in the south of California, he wrote. The sun shone all day, and foe stars at night. There had been some showers, and the brown hills had turned green quickly. The streams were full, and it was already like soring. And on the least day of Santa Barbara, December fourth, the Mission Santa Barbara was to be founded. All was ready. The people at foe presidio, as well as the priests who were to found foe mission, were The singer went on, telling of the frightened Indians, rushing from their village, afraid of the giant bears that were killing them one by one. And of how Don Pedro faced the savage grizzly bear, and killed him in a fight most fair; and how the Indians feasted him a day and night, praising him for his great might "Ay-e- Don Pedro e, "Hola!" "Viva el Gobernador! "Viva! The party gathered in a circle around him, singing and him in tilting toasting creating more verses for the endless song. The Governor stood by quietly until the song was finished, but when the circle broke, he slipped away alone to the tree on the hill, and threw himself down on the ground. It was sunset, and color rioted everywhere on land and sea. The voices of the singers seemed to come from a great distance. He dosed his eyes. someone Don Pedro! "Ay-esaid aoftly. Indizuela dropped on the ground beside him. shouting, wine-cup- s, e, CHAPTER XXIV After the vendimia and the harvest the winter season settled down upon the Royal Presidio of Monterey and the Mission San Carlos at Carmelo. Winter meant rain, days and weeks and months of rain. The Rio Carmelo flooded its banks as it filled, and a hundred rilla and streams sprang into being. The trees sighed and dripped dismally, and there was little life astir except the screaming seagulls that, driven from the ocean by storms, came inland to seek food, shrieking and wheeling in the gray skies. In the Palacio of the Governor all was gloom. Angustias grieved for Chichi, and moved about like a gloomy wraith. Since the departure of the French explorers La Gobernadora seemed frozen, all except her somber eyes that burned resentfully from her white face. Little lines appeared about her mouth, and drew the corners of her lips down in a perpetual expression of unhappiness that wrung Don Pedros heart. She spent hours, days, lying upon her bed, staring at nothing, doing nothing; or huddled before the sputtering fire, looking at the flames with a blank y expression that frightened the Governor with its hopelessness, far-awa- its despair. She no longer spent hours over her hair, or the little cares of her toilet, but wore the same gown, day In and day out, and even adopted the habit of wrapping her head in a scarf. She shivered constantly in the damp adobe house. Sometimes aha would look out on the parade-groundchurned to a muddy lake by the feet of horses and men, and catch sight of the wife of a soldier, a baby hugged close to her in a shawl, running from one house to s, another. She almost envied these little soldiers' women, with their endless chatter about nothing, their contentment with empty lives. Sometimes she thought wildly of running out into the rain herself. But if she did, where would she goT So she only shivered and drew her manton closer about her. Pedro Pages was profoundly distressed. Living in the small palacio with the unhappy woman Eulalia, loving her, sorrowing over her and unable to express one word of what he felt, for he had never referred to the dreadful night when m had struck her and dragged her "She Is Sick the Baby, Mas-mure- d Eulalia. waiting impatiently that day, and the arrival of his Excellency with La Senora la Gobernadora. The feast day arrived. Santa Barbara, foe Patroness, sent fair weather. The waters in the channel danced in a fresh breeze, and the blue hills and mountains, faintly tinged with green, rose behind the mission site like a beautiful curtain. Frey Fermin Lasuen and Sergeant Ortega from foe presidio had been anxiously awaiting the Governor. Ortega had sent messengers and an escort far north to meet him, but they had returned without the Governor, and without news of him. Fray Fermin was worried. A great responsibility was in his hands. This was the first mission of his own founding, carried out through the wishes of his beloved brother, Juni-per- o Serra. For over two years the Governor had been planning this day, looking forward to it with great anticipation and anxiety, and now, with everything in readiness, the day already at its zenith, there was no Governor. And the mission could not be officially founded without his presence. Fray Fermin scanned the distance as far north as his gaze could reach, then, with a patient sigh, sat down on the ground where he could see the little ramada beneath which foe altar was erected, and where two bells hung, in readiness to ring out to all the world, the good news of the founding of the Mission Santa Barbara. A recumbent cross was on the ground near by, waiting to be erected on the spot where some day the mission church should arise. The missionary looked lovingly at the scene. And as he looked, a vision came before his eyes. Instead of the humble ramada and rough cross, a lovely temple rose to comfort him. Glowing pinkly, its square towers and red tiled roofs rose majestically against the mountains. A great establishment stretched itself across the landscape: dormitories, gardens, workshops and wineries. The little group of dirty Canalenan Indians who stood about with dumb curiosity became miraculously thousands of clean happy neophytes, who worked, and sang as they worked. The handfol of soldiers, who lolled on their horses and eyed the Indian women, became a dashing compa Ruth Wyeth Spears WNUSarviM ny of devout worshipers, pressing into the church, filling it full of reverence and adoration. Fray Fermin gazed at his dream, and spoke. he exAh, Padre Junipero! claimed gladly, it has all been worth it, has it not! Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains; for the Lord hath comforted his people.' " Padre mio . . So steeped was Lasuen in his dream; so real was the vision, that at the sound of the voice he started, really expecting to see the brown figure of his brother Junipero beside him. But it was Sergeant Ortega, who stood, a worried frown an his brow, his hat in his hand. Padre mio, it grows late. There is absolutely no sign of his Excellency. Soon the day of Our Holy Patroness will be pest What shall we better do? Painfully Lasuen made his deciWe must go ahead with our sion. And ceremony," he said sadly. when his Excellency comes, we will have a rededication. There must be some good reason that he is not here. He rose painfully from the ground, sighing, It is a disappointment, but it is in Gods hands." And so, on December 4, 1788, was founded the Mission Santa Barbara. The standard of Spain waved above the humble altar, and the sacred flags of the Church, Marys blue banner, and the bloody banner of Christ The bells rang, prayers were said, incense rose in pale blue clouds. Then it was over. The Indians returned to their villages, foe soldiers returned to the presidio. Fray Lasuen was left with three brothers and a few soldiers to guard the shrine dedicated to the Holy of artillerymen. si I 4" Several days before Don Pedro planned to leave for the south for the dedication of the Mission Santa Barbara, he was riding the highlands back of Monterey and pondering how best to approach La Gobernadora on the matter of accompanying him. As he drove toward the presidio, the clouds lifted for a moment from the sea, and, it being sunset time, a rich glow spread over the gray ocean, turning it for a few minutes into molten gold and rosy silver. The Governor paused and admired the scene for a moment "A good omen! he said with a deep breath. All will turn out well, God willing! As he cantered into the presidio grounds the guards at the gate smiled at him respectfully, noting the cheerful expression on his face that had for so long been unnaturally gloomy. And as he approached the palacio his heart lighted again as he made out gleams of fire- - and candle light stealing through the chinks of the closed shutters. "Hola I" he cried heartily as he And how stamped into foe sala. are all in my household this evening? Did you notice the little bit of sunshine at sunset time? A gloomy silence met him. Huddled near foe fire sat Eulalia, with the baby girl on her lap. And leaning over the fire, looking like an old witch or Indian sorceress, Angustias stewed some mixture in a pannikin. At Eulalias feet foe Indian nurse crouched and looked fearfully at her charge. What is the matter? asked foe Governor, all his cheeriness fading in the gloomy atmosphere. She is sick foe baby," murmured Eulalia. Ah! Don Pedro retired anxiously to a corner and watched helplessly while the women doctored the tiny girl, rubbing her little chest with unguents, dosing her with the mixture that Angusti evil-smelli- evil-smelli- as had brewed. The child fretted and cried, but at last became quiet. Her nurse carried her from the room, and Angustias followed. Don Pedro strode toward Eulalia, and picked her up in his arms, cuddled her on his knee as though she were a child. She did not respond, did not struggle against him. But she was slack in his embrace, inert, unresponsive. Is foe my little flower very ill? he asked. She has a bad cold. This damp house . . . She looked about her. Oh, a little cold . . . she haa had them before. Let us not worry about her. Let us be happy, Eulalia! Let us be happy again!" He turned her face toward him, and lifted her chin on his finger. There was not a single answering gleam in foe black eyes. But he persisted. Pack your traveling cantina with jewels, pack a chest with your finest clothes, and let us go south, to the Presidio of Santa Barbara for the founding of the mission. It will be a great affair! There will be feasting at foe presidio, a baile, and the Queen of California should be there. And what is more, we will ... Bright Embroidered Borders for Towels dren. If you like hand work you will be pleased with this unique book of complete directions for every article illustrated. Price 25 cents postpaid (coin preferred). Ask for Book 2 and address Mrs. Spears, 210 S. Desplaines St., Chi- "pHESE borders you will find easy to make. All six strands of mercerized embroidery thread are used. Crease 14' inch hems first Draw threads of the material to make straight guide lines for the embroidery. Sew the hems by hand after the embroidery is done. The top border is royal blue and turkey red. To make foe straight lines at the sides, couch blue thread in place with red as at A. The loop stitches along foe edge are made as at B. The vertical loops are red and the smaller horisix-stra- nd cago, summer there. Fray Fermin writes me, for the sun shines on the southland and it is already spring! Come with me, Eulalia!" With scarcely any change in her expression foe lady shook her head. Ah, come, querida! He held her Let us closely, wad whispered, make a little moon of honey of the a lima de miel! zontal loops blue. The expedition stitch in the center is made in red Yes! Eulalia pulled away irom him, as at C. her face settling in stern lines. The lower border is light yellow You should not ask me to go and orange. The edge lines are away from my sick child. And I yellow, couched in place with ordo not think that you should go and ange. The alternating groups of leave her either. and orange ray stitches yellow Don Pedro loosened his arms. along the edge are made as at D. That is nonsense, of course. She For foe center chain make is not that ill, and besides she is in spaced yellow stitches in evenly double very good hands with Angustias. thread as at E, then weave orange to go any- thread Nevertheless, I shall have through them as at F. way, for without me the founding of Readers who have received the mission is not legal. He stood, and foe slipped off from his lap on their copy of Mrs, Spears' bode cm to the floor gazing into the fire. Sewing, for the Home Decorator, The Governor began pacing the will be pleased to know that Book No. 2 is now ready. Ninety emlength of the sala. no matter should broidery stitches are illustrated; I Yes, go whether it were necessary or not. fabric repairing; also table setThe Mission Santa Barbara! At last, tings; gifts; and many things to oh, at long last! It will be a happy make for yourself and the chU- day for me, and a happy and significant day for California when that mission is founded. When I think of all foe talks and quarrels I had with my poor Padre Junipero about it, I am overjoyed to think that finally find ... the mission is to be founded. tempt to cover every road in the United States, and kept going eight hours daily at the same clip, your family could expect you back in 28 years, or sometime in 1964, according to Charles M. Hayes, president of foe Chicago Motor fish-bo- ne O Yes, Eulalia glanced obliquely at him from where she sat He was tugging his beard and did not see her. she thought Junipero Serra! Can he never be entirebitterly. ly at rest? Is his spirit to follow me always; haunt and punish me? She shivered. Pedro Fages delayed preparing for his trip until foe last possible day, and with a deep disappointment in his heart, resolved to say nothing more to Eulalia. But he was frightened about her, as she sat hour after hour, saying nothing, doing nothing, but watching the fire and listening to the rain that lashed the little house unmercifully. The baby was no better but certainly no worse, yet he saw it was hopeless to persuade his lady to go with him. On the morning when he had planned his departure he stood before her, stern, unhappy. I must tell you adios, Senora," he said formally. I will return as quickly as possible." She said nothing, only turned and looked at him. Ah, come, Eulalia!" he exclaimed his reserve suddenly, Come with me . . ." breaking. (TO BE CONTINUED ) Captain Kidd Again Thrills English Spirit; New Effort to Find Treasure club. About two dozen new automobiles would be required in foe course of the trip. The United States has 3,065,000 miles of highways, or nearly a third of the world total of 9,687,000, a recent survey shows. Chicago Daily News. MEN LOVE GIRLS WITH PEP nyo an pappy ri Bad fuU of yoo to dauMH ud partiaTBUT, Win sza tasterwobiiui ffi la if you VW thno (aoarmtioaa a author how to oaa told lord) C. 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Plato said, "When there is an income tax, the just man will pay more and the unjust less on the same amount of income. 6. The Locofocos party was in existence in the United States from 1824 nOWEIS VEGETABLES 1819 KILL ALL FLIES SI m to 1835. DAISYIFLYJKILLER fCHEWiLONGiBILIMYYITnflACCnE Captain Kidd again is thrilling foe adventurous spirits of England, as plans go forward for a new effort to recover his treasure. A map has been found in a London book shop which seems to bear a striking resemblance to Oak island, six miles from Chester, Nova Scotia, where Captain Kidd is supposed to have buried his spoils. Details of the map are, of course, a deep secret, but money is being rained and plans made to attempt to undecipherable inscription on a flagstone. Metal bars, parchment, coins and ax heads have been found, but all the shafts fill with water at foe depth of 100 feet and the new party is planning to offset that din. culty with pumping arrangements. Five well - defined drains have been discovered, built of flat stones end all converging at one point From Gardiners island off the east end of Long island about $70,000 was recovered from Captain Kidds recover the treasure next summer, treasure buried there. Kidd was reports a London correspondent in hanged at Execution dock in Lonthe Chicago Tribune. don in 1701, but he left a wife and In all 38 shafts have been sunk child in New York. in and around that part of the island where there are indications of someThe Feet Always Busy thing having been hidden. Being The feet do more work relative to only 14 miles from tip to tip, the their size than any other part of tli place is fairly well pock marked. The early searchers took their tip body. It is hard to visualize the from an oak block which hung from fact that when a man walks a mil he places an aggregate of 250 tons an oak tree over a depression of on his Three out of every four about 13 feet in the ground. A adults feet in this country have some platform of oak logs was found and sort of foot trouble. The blame for wall beside it. a man-mad- e this condition is largely due to inThe next lot of searchers found correct the same kind of an oak platform dent to footwear,onbut the jar incihard pavements walking every ten feet and at the ninth an and floors is a contributing cause. Tour 26-Ye- ar If you should drive away in your car at 40 miles an hour in an at- Jlsk Me Jlnother I shall be there. 111. SOCIAL and BUSINESS ACTIVITIES CENTER at the fjotal NEW HOUSE In SALT LAKE CITY. eueazide of repeat fuoote year wuia,itr sSTfSrks25r Rafosi CAFETERIA S2.0n DINING ROOM All Located off Main Lobby DIMIMG . DANCING n t.A BUFFET n |