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The men looked at Pedro Fages with sympathy as they turned their mounts around and started back to the presidio. But Eulalia had not heard her husband's words. Her head was whirling with her own thoughts. Again she heard Dage-let'- s impulsive word, "Come!" Her thoughts were interrupted by the gentle voice of Padre Lasuen. "It was a beautiful fiesta, Senora La Gobernadora," he said, "a real event in the history of California, this entertaining of the first distinguished visitors to reach our shores. But now I must hasten ahead to prepare another feast for them, a feast of the soul, at our little mission San Carlos de Carmelo. Until then, adios!" CHAPTER XX Along the darkening Via Cruces mounted messenger flew ahead of the Governor and his guests to warn the fathers at Carmelo that the party was approaching. Don Pedro and his guests lingered along the way, deep in talk. "It has been wonderful, this visit here, Monsieur le Gouverneur," La Perouse was saying. "Sans doute, this is one of the wonder countries of the world. Me, I foresee great things. These bays and harbors full of ships from all the world ports. And strange people from all over the universe. I see commerce, trade and great cities. What is to prevent it? Ah, if you or I or some one of these restless people who travel and explore could only find that Northwest Passage!" "If it exists," replied Fages thoughtfully. "Exist it does! I am sure of that." "Then why isn't it found? But never mind. If, as you say, California is to become such a great place, teeming with ships and peo ple, I hope it will be after I am dead. I should hate to see it that way. But if it happens, it will not be in my tune." Still deep in thought, her febrile imagination tricking her into the maddest imaginings, La Goberna dora rode quietly by her husband's side. It had been impossible for her to have another word with Dagelet, who rode, also wrapped in thought, close to the side of the Count. The Governor and his guests can tered up to the gate to the com pound which surrounded the mis sion buildings, and leu their horses At the door they with servants. were greeted by Padre Lasuen, swinging the aspergillus. With wel coming murmur he sprinkled them with holy water, and they entered the church. How could the French visitors know that it was a matter of pride and sacrifice that the altar was il luminated with a hundred candles in their honor, or that the ceremo nial vestments Padre Lasuen wore were only brought out on the highest occasions? To them it seemed so simple, so crude, so nearly pitiful . . . but their religious feelings were deeply touched, and the sonorous Latin of the old pioneer priest, thanking God for their safe delivery to these distant shores, and begging Him for a safe conduct across the waters, home, brought tears to many eyes. Eulalia sank into the chair provided for her, and let her eyes rove about at the people around. There was Indizuela, her face stolid, impassive. And there was Angustias. She was weeping! in heaven's "What, name," thought La Gobernadora, "ails her? 1 must find out." And there was her husband, and La Perouse, the dark of the Governor's head and the silvery white of the Count's peruke contrasting strongly in the candlelight. And there was Le Pante Dagelet . . . Again her thoughts began to whirl. A sudden revelation came to her. If she sailed away from California with the French expedition, she would become Dagelet's mistress. She brushed her forehead hastily with trembling fingers. She, to belong to another man than Pedro Fages! Was it possible? The thought struck like a blow, and stunned her for a brief spell. Her knees bent automatically in the genuflections of the service. She stood, knelt and sat automatically, her lips murmured responses. Her bewildered mind began consciously functioning again. Cautiously she turned over the thought of being Dagelet's mistress while the low tones of Fray Lasuen's devout voice droned on. to make love Another man to her. She said it over and over in the rhythm of the litany her lips ... Familiarity spoke. with the idea made it piquant . . . another man. not Pedro Fages, with his rGugh, tempestuous, robust to which she was responding less and less as time went on. She glanced at her husband from the corner of her eye. How well she knew him! Every line, every feature in a tiny the corner of his eye, like a question mark a large vein on his temple that swelled and throbbed at times . . . the feeling of his hands, roughened and coarse when he caressed her. The smell of his clothes. Ah! Horses, leather, perspiration. Would it be difficult to change that for another man? A man well groomed, with delicate hands, a sensitive mouth not buried in a beard? A man whose every movement and gesture was graceful, deliberate . . . She shivered and clasped her warm hands together. And then she thought, Dagelet does smell so sweet! "Gloria! Gloria!" sang the choir and the congregation. "Gloria! Gloria!" sang Eulalia. She lifted her eyes to the altar with its hundred candles. There Junipero Serra had stood, quenching the flames of seven candles in the blood that poured from his breast . . . there he had lain in his coffin. And there beneath the floor at the foot of the altar, lay his bones. But suddenly it seemed that everywhere she looked she saw his eyes, staring at her from the lights, looking out from the painted sockets of the holy images, sorrowful, accusing. She shivered again, for a cold breath seemed to rise from Junipero Serra's tomb, and blow upon her. She chafed her hands together, for now they were cold, clammy. Would this service never end! Just when she thought she could not bear it for another instant, she heard Fray Lasuen pronounce the benediction. She staggered to her feet while the procession of choirboys and acolytes passed. Then Don Pedro took her arm, and she stumbled from the church. In the compound outside a great fire had been lighted, for the fathers at Carmel had planned a fiesta of their own in honor of the Frenchmen. La Perouse spoke to the Governor. "Sacre coeur," he said, frankly wiping his eyes, "but what a scene to touch the heart! Mon Dieu, Monsieur le Gouverneur, what you Spanish pioneers have done in this country! Ah, I can not say any more than I have said, how it touches the heart!" "Thank you, Senor el Conde," said the Governor gravely. They were moving toward seats that had been prepared for them in a ring around the fire. Eulalia noticed Dagelet maneuvering to reach her side. "That sacre pere, your Francois Lasuen," went on the Count with Gallic emotion, "what a saint is he. He is the most worthy, respectable man I have ever met. His mildness, charity and affection for these unutterably stupid Indians is beyond expression, Monsieur!" The gentlemen stood while Eulalia seated herself with a queenly air. Dagelet waited until his su perior officer was ensconced in a great armchair beside the Governor, then slipped to the ground at La Gobernadora's feet. Don Pedro looked at him with a twinkle. "We are all here, your Majesty," he remarked to his lady, "even to the court jester at your feet." Dagelet hugged his knees with a smile, and looked inquiringly at La Perouse, who translated the remark love-makin- g, ... ... blood-vess- el . good-nature- d for him. "Tell his Excellency," he answered, "it is a privilege to be here. And tell him, please," he added as an afterthought, "that if it would please the lady, I would stretch out on the ground for her like that young savage slave of hers, if she would permit." Eulalia gasped at the daring. La Perouse gave his young friend a reprimanding glance, and translated his remarks to the Governor as he saw fit. Closer to the fire they saw Fermin Lasuen appear, and talk with a Indian boys who group of were preparing some game. "There is the holy man among his dark sheep," remarked La Perouse. "Yes, he is a holy man indeed," replied Fages. "Junipero Serra was a true saint, but the two are very different. For instance, you would not have been privileged to see an Indian ceremonial if Junipero Serra were Padre Presidente. He did his best to put down every evidence of the barbarities the Indians practiced, even their harmless games. Yes, he was different. Even the appearance of the two is different. Lasuen is a smaller, more wiry man than Serra. He is very pious, but very human, our Fray Fermin." "I would have been interested in Serra. But I am glad Lasuen is less strict, for it is splendid to see these Indian dances." foot-stoo- half-nake- d l, Pa-lo- t- meri-end- a, . s, murmured "Sh!" ... "Sh!" .?" The chanting of the Indian dancers had died down to an ominous silence. Only the crackling of the fire and the wind in the trees was audible. The performers filed into the darkness, silently. Then in a moment another group bounded into tea." But that particular newlywed joke simply does not apply today, asserts a writer in the Detroit News. The fact remains or has just been undeniably established that too few of even the kitchen's let alone the youngsters, have ever permitted either swain, husband or guest to savor the insides of a rich, cup of tea. The inhabitants of the United States drink some 19 billion cups of tea each year. In order to determine how that vast sea of vintage beverage is consumed, a survey involving personal interviews with 5,000 housewives in five representative states has recently been conducted by a New York firm. In essence, the survey found that eight out of ten people were but that four out of five were literally throwing the tea away, drinking instead a mere shadow of what they started to make, or might have had, or wanted to drink. The proper recipe for a good, balanced cup of tea, according to American tea experts, is one measured teaspoon for each cup, with a full brew. old-time- lace-apron- honest-to-goodne- cross-sectio- n rs five-minu- te ss t. .....v.. c.en a Deginn. cut and make her own clothe. '"7 Circle Pattern Dept., Montgomery Ave.. San Calif. Patterns 15 cents H9? M Kj Frl -- are easy to follow and each includes a complete and detailed sew cnart. 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Vt'hat stirs the admiratiw everyone is to see a man always equal to the occasion. ho If one is a gentleman, ter not to get which make main one. into it is b argume: it so difficult to May Not Be Boasting The man who says he is si 5 v.n.r uue 4fti.; it.. may idling we Diana Cutting personal remarks k ly ever have the sympathy of J 1.1.. induL-- majority of those who hear ii toti When you owned a horse I two of them they were pc! which an automobile can never Relieve the Strain You'll never get "I" tree: looking for your own faults ai other people's good points. If you are going to teach a bf make him like you. Then he putty in your hands. On secof thought, make a boy like yl whether you are going f teu him or not. It is bread cast npf the waters. When Diogenes went about ffre: who r. ing into places looking for an ha est man, there were many This force causes them to jump thought his lantern ought to triumphantly. Dagelet dropped his head to his the fall. taken away from him. knees with a groan of despair. But he recovered himself suddenly. La tendresse . . . that is what was needed now. He fumbled for the lady's hand again. He must kiss it. "Poor lady," he thought, as he felt her warm fingers curl around his face in the darkness. "She seems to adore this! Is it possible no one has ever kissed the palm of her hand before!" He felt a tremor pass through her, and soon she whispered, "And all that is left to decide is where and half-hearted- ly . . 1 , I The Spirit of Friendliness and Fair Dealing which Prevails at the The Dagelet thought quickly. nearness of the woman, her real appeal, the sound of the thudding Indian rhythm, savage, passionate, moved him. He shrugged his shoulders. After all, why not? There had been elopements before, and there would be again. And the lady was determined. (TO BE COMIMED) i i Jjotcl NEW HOUSE ." The survey revealed that housewives were either using far too little tea, or they were brewing it for so short a time that not the but the sink, was being granted the benefits of the essential oils and vitalizing factors in the teacup. ins) w imwHB imwm Wlffwm In SALT LAKE 5t;tv? IK i I CITY Has Established Its Reputation of the Nation's Most Popular IL1 U. S. Drinks Billions of Cups of Tea Each Year, but Brewing Is a Fine Art There are very few household concoctions which are more familiar to the American housewife than tea, and a great standing joke is that the female newlywed "at least knows how to make a cup of unr tains 109 attractive, nr becoming designs. The BSJ Bell nattp , 01;u J.; j ... ... 5i?f Book which is now readv They were silent for a moment, Dagelet's watching the dancers. brain was whirling. The lady wasdetermined! And if a lady were deHe stole a glance at termined the lady's husband, the powerful Governor of the Californias, his bulk solid and imposing in the half-ligh- t. How good a swordsman was he? How true a shot? Visions of duels, of pursuit by the Spanish Armada, of international complications passed through his mind. Was he laying too much stress on the Latin understanding of affair de coeur? He Jumping Salmon must not do this, it was madness, sheer insanity. Salmon have been known to "It is not too great a sacrifice jump as high as ten to fifteen feet, for me, mon ami," the lady was but the usual height of the falls breathing in his ear. "I am willing they jump when swimming upto make it. And what is more," she stream is from six to eight feet. leaned far over as though to adThere is usually a very deep just a shoe latchet, and looked well at the bottom of a fall, and straight into his eyes, her own glow- the salmon swim to the extreme ing feverishly, "what is more, if I bottom of this well, and if they I am have sufficient if I do not go stay depth of water to afraid I will have to confess to my give them force to get the power husband that you . . . that you to jump, they do this by swimhave made love to me," she hissed ming very fast and rushing out. when . his "f "Por Dios. their fate was too good for them! One of them was put on the Manila galleon as chaplain, and he sails annually from Manila to Acapulco and back, trip after trip, and is never allowed to set foot on land. That is a terrible punishment, for the poor man is seasick all the time. The other is a chaplain in a prison, and is virtually a prisoner himself. I heaved a sigh of relief when those two were deported from California." "Although they did add to the gaiety of the place," put in Eulalia. "One never knew what they were going to do." "What!" exclaimed the Governor, "my lady speaks again! She has been so quiet ever since the I was afraid she was displeased or ill! How is it with you, .?" querida, are you Eulalia could feel Dagelet's fingers smoothing the hem of the green riding habit. There was a low thud of a beating of rattles, savage by .sudden punctuated shrieks and screams. A long queue of nearly naked Indian youths began dancing around the fire, and while the games and dances lasted all conversation died, except for a quiet unheard whispering that passed under cover of the excitement between Eulalia and Dagelet. "You are most beautiful in the firelight, your Majesty," murmured the man. "Your beauty gleams out of the dark, amid this rude setting, like an exotic jewel." The woman sighed, and moved her hand until it touched his shoulder. The fire was darkened for a moment as a group of dancers postured before it. He reached for the hand, and again Eulalia felt subtle excitement when his lips kissed her palm. "Prenez garde!" she murmured. Then, after a moment, "When you said, when you said, 'Come!' this morning, on the cliff . . . did you mean it?" Dagelet drew away ever so slightly. "Ah, but yes! At the time." "At the time! What do you . -r- . shoulder his f.esh. into bit fincer-nail- s her-LoneThis? what? from Away Do you liness desolation, neglect? think 1 am mad, to prefer to stay here'' " fireDaelet peered at her in the did look a her eyes light." Indeed .... . Kin. little mad. What was gums w hand her nen? He reached again for and patted it sooxningiy. "It is I who am mad, he breathed. "You do not really wish to to come, I would not wish to, ." He stopped, and cursed to himself. Those were not the right words. You make it difficult tor me, whispered Eulalia. "For you haveasked me to come, and I am comDo not worry about it. Just rest content and happy in the knowlI shall edge that when you sail, be with you." "No, no, Madame, it is too great a sacrifice for you to . . ." His voice was rising, and Eulalia 4 inch man-iiait ' a collar is v. ar.rr1 .. ""r-- l yard. SnrintT-iinw- , . ,, -. ratten bena lo cents for the BsT Bell Spring and Surnn ! r.t-s-s ch. Lr of 44g'4?Hl recces V'--- them?" tom-tom- 1499 is 38 40, 42. S12e 36 ex- Sne whispered again, "Please tenl was carried away by the selfishMy moment. derness of the overcame me forgive . could not carry you away . until "Mon Dieu! They sound like some of our famous French friars of the moyen age. And what became of . jacKei ana 2 yards terial for the skirt -e tom-tom- u. ... WM of,,,, grotesque, with strange arrows headdresses and bows and for a dance of the hunters. Again and rattle, grunts and s the shrieks. Eulalia shivered. "Yes. Fray Lasuen says, with a smile of tolerance, that they are And only children, and must play. they have grown too old to learn new games. Another priest you would have admired was Fray He was a Mallorcan, as was litSerra, and after serving here a after Presidente tle while as Padre Serra's death, has retired to Mexico where he is writing a life of his Brother Junipero." He laughed suddenly. "But all the priests that have come to California have not been saints, by any means. We had two here for a while, and please do not embarrass me by asking how they got here, who were fiends sent straight from Hell, as good Junipero used to say. One was Fray Mariano Rubi, and the other Fray Bartolome Gili. A crapulous pair!" He laughed uproariously. A as 0m HoteU- - 3 400 4S' U.V,.. Rates: BATHS ROOMS-4- 00 $2.00 fo $4.00 in Sing wl L CAFETERIA DINING ROOM All located off main DINING EVERY BUFFET tt food at reasonable prices lobby-fin- est It! DANCING Entertainment FRIDAY and SATURDAY NIGHT ( tea-drink- II Mr. J. H. Watcdc e CHAUNCEY W. WEST, Monog" Chaldeans Among First to Use Refrigeration The romance of refrigeration goes back before recorded happenings It is known, however, that the ancient Chaldeans were wont to satisfy their refrigeration needs by a crude method of evaporation. They filled porous jars with water and slaves were forced to fan the jars until the evar oration lowered the temperature of the liquid within the jar. Down through the ages, observes a writer in the Detroit News strides have been made in the great ress of refrigeration, but in theprogpast ice, or refrigeration, was within the reach of only kings, potentates, or very wealthy men. Crude methods of storing ice exacted the toll vast sums of money so that rcfrie-eratio-ofn the year around was practically unheard of. About 100 years ago a Yankee clipper set sail from Boston on her way to Calcutta around the Cape of Good Hope, up the of Bena and on up the hot bay mouth of "the Ganges rwer. Packed in the hold of the clipper was a strange cargo of ice. half of which had Kelt! ed during the long journey. I LargestS to tlT. my family wtcost. I undpmtanfl low ft bucked I In The details. 1 North-- Nam 1 wcstjl PP"" V""t membrm nl,!"" i 'e , by oyer 18.000 of protection $27,000,000 PROVEN your en " Age Ftc!' Under State Supervision . i I . In force, Addreii City rt ih |