Home Heating
II [nfc By J°hn Barclay
, n 111 lv Heating Expert
Keep Air Out of Steam and Hot
Water Radiators So Heat Can
Circulate Freely
FREQUENTLY I get complaints
* from home-owners about fail
ure of steam or hot water heating
systems to keep radiators com
pletely hot.
This condition is often due to air
being in the coils of the radiator.
This air must be released before
the coils can fill with steam. This
usually is simple, being remedied
by automatic air valves. If your
radiator has such valves and the
radiators remain air-bound, un
screw the little plug at the top of
the valve, tightening the plug
again when all the air escapes
from the valves. Putting the vent
valves for a few hours in a con
tainer of kerosene also helps to
eliminate the air.
However, if neither of these op
erations corrects the trouble—or,
should the coils fill with water—it
would be a good policy to have
an expert check the valves and
remedy the difficulty.
It is possible also for hot water
radiators to become air-choked.
To overcome this, open the air
valves once in awhile with a valve
key and leave them open until
water starts flowing from them.
Be sure to have something handy
in which to catch the water when
the valves are opened.
WNU Service.
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A Resolution
Shall we make a new rule of
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REVEILLE
In one of the annals of California
history, there are these paragraphs:
“Turn now to the Northern coasts,
to the Bay of San Diego, whose waters
hail lain for more than a century and
a half undisturbed by European keel,
whose shores had known no tread of
iron heel since Sebastian Vizcaino
was there. The native inhabitants yet
preserved a traditional remembrance
of white and bearded visitors, kept
alive perhaps by an occasional rumor
wafted overland from the southeast,
and by distant glimpses of the white
winged galleon which year after year
bore its oriental treasure down past
this port, which, so far as can be
known, ivas never entered. And now
the aboriginal solitude is to be for
ever broken.
“. . . On tlge 29th day of April, 1769,
the San Carlos, otherwise called the
Golden Fleece, comes in sight.
. . On *board were Lieutenant
Pedro Fages* with twenty-five Catalan
volunteers. . .
* Pronounced Fah'hays.
CHAPTER I
It was autumn of the year 1783.
Senor Don Pedro Fages. Civil
Governor of the Californias, 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 sitting opposite him
across the hand-hewn table.
‘‘To your Reverence!” he said.
“To Fray Junipero Serra, pious
priest, intrepid missionary, tireless
traveler, and if I may, good sol
dier!” 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
dor,” he began ceremoniously. But
Fages stopped him with a twinkle
in his eye.
“No, no, Padre! None of that
when we are here alone. You and
I have enjoyed too many privations
together, have gone thirsty and hun
gry, 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 Presidente of the Missions
in California, and I .”
“Governor of all the Californias,”
finished the priest. “But I had be
lieved . . that is, it had come to
my attention, that his Excellency
believed there were times when he
was not greeted with the proper re
spect when he deigned to visit the
Mission San Carles 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 rec
ognition due your worthy person.
The King himself would understand
the lack of these ceremonies. He
would not be displeased, however,
but edified, I believe, *md he would
rejoice to witness that what is pos
sible to do is done.”
Fages still smiled, though the oth
er’s tone implied a rebuke.
“Scold me, Padre, if you will. I
deserve it, I suppose. But I have
been thinking of something . . . de
ciding something. And today I have
sent messengers with the results of
my decisions to the Viceroy in Mex
ico. 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 Governor’s head,
he was reading Fages, and Fages
knew it. Years of a wary com
radeship 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 be
fore Fages; seen it grow lean and
tense through long days of starva
tion and burning heat, or gray and
drawn when the Governor’s small
company of Catalonian soldiers fell,
one by one, prey to the scurvy. ~ut
he could never quite tell whether the
lines that branched from the twin
kling brown eyes came from squint
ing 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 lit
tle fear. This message—had it to do
with him? Were some of his cher
ished plans for furthering the
Church in California to be frustrat
ed? He breathed heavily.
”1 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 room.
“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 Viceroy that
I wish to have my wife join me
here.”
Serra also rose to his feet. He
remembered now that he had seen
before the expression that smol
dered in the Governor's eyes, but
in the eyes of other men.
“Ah!" he said softly. "Ah! Your
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 ab
sorbing game with a hoop and a
durt while a circle of elders watched
them lazily in the afternoon sun
shine.
"Strange, Pedro Fages I always
think of you as a man among men;
a soldier, an explorer. A man’s
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 1 feel I am going to
stay here, somehow the need for
that son and his mother has become
more than 1 can bear. And need
ing them so I must talk to you about
"There Are Still Thousands—
Wandering in Benighted Dark
ness in This California."
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! 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.
“That’s the rub. She isn’t. 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 un
derstand 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
nador! How easily your plans go
forward. You have but to com
mand, and lo, the deed you have
commanded is done, while I . . .”
The Governor took the ‘priest’s
arm, and the two walked out into
the little garden in front of the
priest’s quarters. There was great
activity all around the mission es
tablishment. Indian neophytes were
going and coming on various er
rands. Up from the orchard came
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 fin
ished their stints, ran to join the
hoop-and-dart game with their fel
lows.
Fages drew a deep breath as he
looked about him and remained qui
et. But the priest’s 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 body’s mor
tality Ai, my poor old body!”
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 oint
ment 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 un
deserved reward before I have fin
ished the tasks I have set myself
to do for the glory of God in Cali
fornia.”
"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 per
formed miracles, wonders."
The other groaned.
"Nothing! Nothing! A few hands
ful of souls brought to salvation
when there are still thousands wan
dering in benighted darkness in this
California! It is not enough. Strong
er and stronger every day, every
hour, I hear the command to bring
in more souls. I seem to see whole
armies of dark unsaved spirits, their
arms lifted, begging, pleading, pray
ing for the Church to rescue them
from never-ending damnation!” He
raised his clasped hands toward
heaven, and gazed upward.
The Governor stared at the mis
sionary, then averted his eyes as
though embarrassed.
“Ah, my son,” the father contiri
ued. “you love California. Why do
you stand in the way of her further
development? Why do you impede
the progress of Mother Church?
Why, oh, why. do you not lend
your assistance, your influence to
the founding of that mission on the
Santa Barbara Channel which Is so
dear to my heart?”
He took a step toward the Gov
ernor with outflung hands; impas
sioned. eloquent.
Fages avoided the missionary's
eyes, which met his only at mo
ments like this, and which burned
with fanaticism unfathomable to the
soldier’s understanding. He felt mis
erable. 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 him
self. gaining strength from its pun
gency
"I can not promise you that mis
sion,"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! Only two. to
establish a mission! What could be
more important?"
Fages’ patience fled.
"Good Father, you attend to your
affairs of the Church, and I will at
tend to mine of the State! ‘Only two
soldiers’ you say. I need every so
dier in the province, and more be
sides to protect California.”
The priest turned on his heel, and
walked into his house. The Gover
nor followed him firmly.
Pio, an Indian boy, was lighting
the candles.
"Begone.” ordered the priest.
The bey 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 I am a good
churchman.” continued the Gover
nor. “I am not a pious man by na
ture, but in my lenience with you
Franciscans in California I have al
most overstepped my authority.
Why, in Mexico, they call me a
frailero, a priest lover!”
"They do misjudge you,” mur
mured Serra with a touch of sar
casm.
“No more than you do. I have
done what I could for the Church,
and for these worthless Indians,
who, in my mind, seem better off
in their native savagery than living
under the yoke of slavery which the
Church has laid upon them.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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Odd Fish Wear No Glasses, but They Are
Equipped With Bifocal Seeing Ability
_
The Shedd aquarium, Chicago,
has no fish that wear glasses. But
recently it did the next-best thing.
It got a shipment of fish with four
eyes and bifocal seeing ability.
“These fish are only six inches
long," said Director W. H. Chute,
“but they arc of unusual interest
because of their remarkable eyes.
Each eye is divided horizontally in
to two sections. The upper section,
projecting above the fish’s head like
the eyes of a frog, is adapted for
vision in the air."
This makes it almost impossible
for the fish to get a fit in hats, but
is handy for seeing birds of prey.
Then there is another set of eyes,
the lower ones. They are quite dif
ferent in appearance, and are short
sighted for vision in the water, or
looking at other fish.
What it’s like to have four eyes,
no one pretends to know, but Mr.
Chute ventures a guess. “The ef
feet,” he says, “probably is like a
pair of bifocal glasses, except that
the fish uses both near ai d distant
vision at the same time."
There is one drawback: The
“four-eyed fish,” as these speci
mens are called, swims exactly on
the water line, with one pair of eyes
looking up and one pair peering
down. The result is that the fish
gets his upper eyes dry, and this,
said Mr. Chute, "interferes with
clear vision.” There is only one
way out, and the fish thought of that
years ago. He ducks himself.
Even scientists think it is pretty
strange, these four-view fish who
look at the sky and the water all at
once. But in their new tanks at the
Shedd aquarium the fish can feast
their four eyes on the name science
has given them. The card reads
“anableps anableps,” and it does
two things. It distinguishes them at
once from other anableps.
Christmas’
JnDMWtymie
BtftHCHC TANHEC PlLLINj
44'"T''HE first Christmas in our
new home.” Janice Wray
announced joyously as she
stepped across the threshold of
Stewart's and her new home.
"Christmas in our new home.”
Stewart echoed, switching on the
light.
"Oh, isn’t it just grand!” ex
claimed Janice.
"I'll say it is—but slow up—slow
up, Janny! I’ve got about all my
arms will hold, without taking you
aboard,” Stewart warned her as
Janice attempted to throw her arms
about him.
"Oh, keep quiet! You’re just as
excited as I am—so why pretend?”
Janice answered with a toss of her
head.
Stewart put his packages down
and then with his arms around her
he assured her, "You bet I am, Hon
ey. I think it is
wonderful! Stu
pendous!” And
just because they
were so happy,
they both
laughed.
“Come on —
let’s get busy
with the tree,”
S t e w a rt sug
gested.
"R i g h t o! ”
agreed Janice,
“just as soon as
I change my
dress.”
The tree must be neither too large
nor too small. Some time had been
consumed deciding just the proper
size for a Christmas tree for two.
They were to be alone this Christ
mas—the first Christmas in their
new home; there was no doubt about
that, for they had definitely decided
that when they purchased the house.
And now here they were ready to
trim the much-discussed tree.
‘‘Isn’t that star lovely?” Janice
said as Stewart placed it at the top
of the tree.
“Yes. But I thought you had
planned on something else,” Stew
art replied.
"I changed my mind,” was all
Janice said. She didn't tell him she
couldn’t think of a Christmas tree
without a star at the top. They al
ways had one on the tree "at
home.”
"Thought you weren’t going to get
any red balls,” she reminded Stew
art.
“I changed my mind.” Both
laughed at Stewart’s echo of Jan
ice’s answer of a moment before.
"Mother would love this silver
ball.” Janice hung the ball where
it caught the most light.
"Wouldn’t Bess love this blue
ball!” Stewart picked up the large
blue globe.
"Our dads would enjoy that open
fire—and Bill those spruce boughs
over the mantel”—Bill, the older
brother of Stewart, loved anything
from the woods.
And so each thing reminded them
of someone's fondness for it, or of
some of the happy times of former
holidays.
"Well, I guess that’s all for now,”
Stewart said when the decoration
of the tree was
finished and he
and Janice stood
admiring it. Jan
ice made no re
ply to her hus
band’s remark at
first.
“All but the
presents,” she
said hesitatingly.
“Oh, we can
put those out
later," Stewart
suggested.
“But I mean
the ones for the
family,” she explained.
“Didn't you distribute those to
day?” Stewart asked in surprise.
“I thought it would be more fun
to take them together.”
“Stewart stopped and kissed her.
“I think so, too, honey—so let’s go.”
“Wait until I get my hat and
coat”
"And I’ll bring the car up to the
door.”
When Stewart returned to the
room Janice was placing packages
under the tree.
“Janice, doesn’t it seem to you
there is something wrong with the
tree?” Stewart asked suddenly.
“No.” Janice walked all around
the tree looking at it critically.
“No,” she said the second time—
then suddenly—"Yes, Stewart, there
is something wrong — something
missing—the lovipg sharing of dec
orating the tree. Our families would
so have enjoyed it. We trimmed it
just for ourselves. It does seem self
ish.”
Then after a moment’s silence she
cried: “I have it! Suppose we leave
the presents here and invite our
families here for a good old-fash
ioned Christmas eve celebration.
What do you say?”
“I say—great! Here goes,” and
Stewart hurried toward the tele
phone.
© Western Newspaper Union.
HOUSEHOLD
QUESTIONS 1
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Brighter Glass.—All glass bowls
and tumblers should be washed
in warm soapy water and then in
clear water to which a little vine
gar has been added.
* * •
Pudding From Stale Bread.—
Rub the stale bread into crumbs
and then soak a breakfast cupful of
them in half a pint of milk. Mix
in one ounce of sugar, one ounce
of cocoa powder, a beaten egg
and a few drops of vanilla. Bake
in a buttered dish until set.
• • •
Pianos and Lamps.—Keep your
piano keys white by giving them
an occasional rub with a paste
made from powdered chalk and
benzine. Silk lampshades may be
made like new by a gentle brush
ing with a toothbrush dipped in
soap suds, followed by clear,
warm water. For parchment
shades, use an ordinary rubber
eraser.
m w m
Removing Tar Stains. — Tar
stains can be removed from car
pets by spreading a thick paste of
turpentine and fullers’ earth over
the affected spot. Leave on for
several hours, then brush off.
* * •
Convenient Table.—A knee-high
small kitchen working table, pref
erably one that washes off easily
is a treasure to the housewife.
Such a table encourages her to sit
down to peel potatoes, scrape car
rots or do any of the little things
that she usually does standing by
the kitchen table.
• • •
Knitting Hint.—What a nuisance
it is when knitting a sleeve to
have to go back to the beginning
and count decreases. Try putting
a snap fastener through every de
crease row you knit, then de
creases can be seen at a glance.
"Quotations"
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We nee tilings no! as they are,
but as we are.—H. M. Tomlinson.
A pour life this if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare.
— William II. Paries.
Being happily married is merely
the development of the art of living
to its superlative degree.—William
Lyon I’helps.
How mankind defers from day lo
day the best it ran do, and the most
beautiful things it can enjoy, with
out thinking that every day may be
the last one, and that lost time is
lost eternity [—Max Muller.
Thus each extreme to equal dan
ger tends; plenty as well as want,
can sep’rate friends.—A. Cowley.
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