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Show I' 1 1 i SMITH FIELD. UTAII THE SMITH FI ELD SENTINEL. 1 JOKSEW J? istress of Monterey 1 fain for more than a century end a half undisturbed by European keel, whose shores had kntmm no tread of iron heel eince Sebastian Fiscaino eai there. 7na native inhabitant! yet preserved a traditional remembrance of u hue end bearded visitors, kept alive pet hit pt by an o rumor wafted overland from the eoHtheait, end by distant glimpses of the white winged galleon which year after year bore it a oriental treasure down past Ihit port, which, an far at can be karma, (uaa never entered. And now: the aboriginal tolilude it to he forever broken. ". . . On the 29lh day of April, 1769, the San Carlot, otherwise called the Golden Fleece, comet in tight. On hoard were l.ieunnanl 1eilro Catulan colon-teeFa get with twenty-fivera-eion- "... e , . ." I'ronounred Fuh'hayt. CHAPTER I 1 It was autumn of the year 1783. Scnor Don Pedro Pages, Civil Governor of the Caiifornias, Upper and Lower, drank a toast to his Most Catholic Majesty, King Carlos III of Spain, then filled his cup and raised it to the priest in Franciscan robe and cowl Bitting opposite him table. across the hand-hew- n he said. "To your Reverence! To Fray Junipcro Serra, pious priest, intrepid missionary, tireless traveler, and if I may, good soldier I He drained the cup, and wiped his short mustaches and beard with a brown hand. Junipero Serra smiled slowly. A thousand thanks, Senor el Goberna-do- r, he began ceremoniously. But Fages stopped him with a twinkle in his eye. No, no. Padre I None of that when we are here alone. You and I have enjoyed too many privations together, have gone thirsty and hungry, have eaten mule meat, or worse, too many times for us to stand on ceremony when we are by ourselves, even though you are Padre Presidents of the Missions in California, and I . . . Governor of all the Caiifornias,1 finished the priest. But I had believed . . . that is, it had come to my attention, that his Excellency believed there were times when he was not greeted with the proper respect when he deigned to visit the Mission San Carlos at Carmel. Fages laughed. Oh, that! That complaint was simply necessary to show some of these priests that a healthier respect for the Crown was a desirable trait in them. That never applied to you. Padre. We are in a country where we are unable to demonstrate the recognition due your worthy person, The King himself would understand the lack of these ceremonies. He would not be displeased, however, but edified, I believe, and he would rejoice to witness that what is possible to do is done' Fa"cs still smiled, though the other's tone implied a rebuke. Scold me, Padre, if you will, deserve it, I suppose. But I have been thinking of something deciding something. And today I have sent messengers with the results of my decisions to the Viceroy in Mexico. And what do you suppose the ... message is? The priest caught his breath and moved his fingers uneasily toward his beads. Although he seemed to be studying a corner of the brush ceiling over the Governors head, he was reading Fages, and Fages knew it. Years of a wary comradeship had taught Serra to read every expression in the other's face. He had seen it light with a strange Inner fire when some vista of this new California unrolled itself before Fages; seen it grow loan and tense through long days of starvation and burning heat, or gray and drawn when the Governor's small company of Catalonian soldiers fell, one by one, prey to the scurvy. But he could never quite tell whether the lines that branched from the twinkling brown eyes came from squinting against the blazing sun, or from sudden rollicking laughter. Now he realized he had never seen quite this expression before. He felt a little excitement communicated to himself from Fages' feverish eyes. A little excitement, and quite a little fear. This message had it to do with him? Were some of his cherished plans for furthering tlie Church in California to be frustrated? He breathed heavily. I dare not suppose. You will have to tell me. Fages pushed back his chair and began pacing back and forth down the dirt floor of the long worn. I have been thinking, and I have decided that it is not well for man to live alone. That is natural, isn't it. Padre, and a teaching of the Church? Ah. yes. So I have this day sent word to the Viccrov that X wish to have my wife join 'me here.' esactivity all around the mission tablishment. Indian neophytes were ergoing and coming on variouscame rands. Up from the orchard a troupe of children, los pajareros, whose miniature bows and arrows had kept the predatory birds from the fruit. In the vegetable garden a few stooping Indian girls still dug weeds, while others, who had finished their stints, ran to join the game with their fel- Serra also rose to his feet. He remembered now that he had seen before the expression that smoldered in the Governors eyes, but in the eyes of other men. Ah! Your Ah! he said softly. wife. I see. So you want her in California with you. Naturally." He walked to the low door and stared thoughtfully at a group of Indian children, playing some absorbing game with a hoop and a dart while a circle of elders watched them lazily in the afternoon sunshine. 'Strange, Pedro Fages. I always think of you as a man among men; soldier, an explorer. A mans man entirely. But of course you are married. It must be a long time since you have seen your wife, yes? A long time," he answered in a low voice. A long, long time. Eight years. I have a son, too, Padre. And the last time I saw him he was a few days old. Now that I feel I am going to stay here, somehow the need for that son and his mother has become more than I can bear. And needing them so I must talk to you about hoop-and-da- rt lows. Fages drew a deep breath as he looked about him and remained quiet. But the priests eyes were upon him with an unspoken'entreaty which he could not ignore. What worries you now, my good Father?" he asked affectionately. The missionary folded his hands in the sleeves of his robe, and began speaking. It is this. The fall of the year is upon us. What crops we have will soon be gathered, the fruit will be dried, the corn stored. 'And the mountains shall drop down new wine. A busy, happy time. But to me, a sad and thoughtful time. It is autumn, and nature prepares for sleep. And I am recalled to my long sleep, and my bodys mortality. Ai, my poor old body I Don Pedro looked at him quickly. "You are not well? How is your ulcered leg?" That is nothing. Since the young mule driver put some of the ointment upon it that he uses on his beasts I have not thought much about it. But you must know I do not regret my miserable carcass its due infirmities. It is only that I fear I shall be called to my undeserved reward before I have finished the tasks I have set myself to do for the glory of God in California. Padre mio, if you should be taken from us this night, which God forbid? you have accomplished more than seems humanly possible for one man to do. You have performed miracles, wonders. . . . The other groaned. Nothing! Nothing I A few hands-fof souls brought to salvation when there are still thousands wandering in benighted darkness in this California! It is not enough. Stronger and stronger every day, every houf, I hear the command to bring in more souls. I seem to see whole armies of dark unsaved spirits, their arms lifted, begging, pleading, praying for the Church to rescue them from never-endin- g He damnation raised his clasped hands toward heaven, and gazed upward. The Governor stared at the missionary, then averted his eyes as though embarrassed. Ah, my son, the father contin ul There Are Still Thousands Wandering in Benighted Darkness in This California. 1 them. I think they can be happy here. I am. The living quarters at the presidio are not so bad, and oh. Padre, what a garden I have planted I Hundreds of peach trees, and figs, and pears. And I have a vineyard that is doing well in the sandy soil around the presidio. Yes, it is home to me, and must be to them. God grant that it may. And your wife she is not used to pioneer- ing?" Fages frowned and began pluck- ing his beard. Thats the rub. She isnt But I have written Viceroy Mayorga, and Felipe de Neve, to persuade her to come. She can not withstand them. The Dona Eulalia, my wife, is years younger than I, and when we married in Barcelona, she was a reigning belle. I never could understand why she married a rough old soldier like I am. But she did, and here she must come." Of course she must. And she will. Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands.' Ah, Senor el Gober-nadoHow easily your plans go forward. You have but to command, and lo, the deed you have commanded is done, while I . The Governor took the priests arm, and the two walked out into the little garden in front of the priest's quarters. There was great r! Ruth Wyeth Spears c virflflla 8tlvan Bartlett WNU Service VIRGINIA STIVERS BARTLETT REVEILLE In one of the annals of California history, there are these paragraphs: Turn awe to ihtt Northern roods to the l!ay of Saa Diego, about waters flea do ued "you love California. Why further her of in the way you stand pede development? Why do y Church. the progress of Mother not lend Why, oh, why, do you influence to your assistance, your the founding of that mission on the so Santa Barbara Channel which is heart?" to dear my He took a step toward the Governor, with outflung hands; impassioned, eloquent. s Fages avoided the missionary moat his met only which eyes, ments like this, and which burned with fanaticism unfathomable to the soldier's understanding. He felt miserable, small; a shriveled, cringing monster groveling in the path of a flaming archangel. He rolled his eyes helplessly for another point on which to rest them than upon the fervid missionary. A good, round soldier's oath would have helped him. He hesitated to mouth it, but whispered it to himself, gaining strength from its pungency. I can not promise you that mission," he replied shortly. There is already a presidio established at Santa Barbara, and more soldiers can not be spared for a mission. "And why not? Two soldiers out of a whole garrison I Only two, to establish a mission I What could be more important?" Fages patience fled. Good Father, you attend to your affairs of the Church, and I will attend to mine of the State! Only two soldiers you say. I need every in the province, and more besides to protect California." The priest turned on his heel, and walked into his house. The Governor followed him firmly. Pio, an Indian boy, was lighting the candles. Begone," ordered the priest. The boy cast a frightened look at the angry faces distorted by the candlelight, and scuttled out. Priest and soldier faced each other across the table. You know well 1 am a good churchman," continued the Governor. I am not a pious man by nature, but in my lenience with you Franciscans in California I have almost overstepped my authority. Why, in Mexico, they call me frailero, a priest lover!" 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