Mistress of Monterey
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CHAPTER XVI—Continued
—13—
So, amid great grumblings from
Angustias, whose pet Chichi had de
veloped a dangerous cold from the
fogs and sea air of Monterey, the
gubernatorial party embarked on the
San Antonio for the Mission and Pre
sidio of San Francisco. Angustias
had at last settled herself in some
comfort in the Governor's palace,
and had, she confided to the Gober
nadora, just got the cramps out of
her bones from the long journey she
had made, when she must needs
pack and move on again. As she
fussed over the little trunk that held
the layette, she scolded, "A rolling
stone gathers no moss.”
Eulalia laughed. ‘‘And a dog that
stays at home never finds any
bones!” she countered.
The San Antonio was drifting be
tween Points Lobos and Bonita that
guard the gates of the great Bay of
San Francisco. It was sunset, and
as the Governor stood on the bridge
of the clumsy ship, he looked west
Into the sky, all vivid with color,
where islands called the Farralones
could be seen rising dimly above
the water.
When she landed at San Fran
cisco, leaning heavily on the Gov
ernor, all the people of the presidio
and mission were there to greet
Eulalia. But her pride and pleas
ure in the royal greeting were inter
rupted by a feeling of great un
easiness, followed by acute discom
fort. The Governor, busy greeting
his old friends, was just shaking
hands with the genial Fray Palou
when he felt his lady’s fingers clutch
“A Rolling Stone Gathers
No Moss.”
him convulsively. He looked into
her face. It was ivory white, with
wide-staring, black eyes, and white
drawn mouth.
“Eulalia. Eulalia . .
“Pedro . . . Oh, merciful God,”
she whispered.
A day later Fray Palou, with a
pleased expression on his kindly
face, drew toward him the great
Register of the Mission Dolores at
San Francisco, and inscribed in his
fine scholarly hand, that was to re
cord so many priceless records for
the annals of California, these
words:
“Born, on August the Third, 1784,
to Dona Eulalia Celis de Fages,
wife of Don Pedro Fages, Gobema
dor-General of the Californias, a
daughter.”
Some ten days later the young
daughter of the Governor, his little
flower as he called her, was chris
tened with as much pomp as was
possible in the shabby little mis
sion church. Fray Palou proudly
pointed out, however, the corner
stone already laid for a new temple
to be erected.
Then the party returned gaily to
the mansion of the Commandante of
the Presidio of San Francisco, Don
Jose Moraga, and his wife, Maria
del Pilar de Leon y Barcelo, who
were the padrino and padrina of the
baby.
There was a christening feast,
with Don Jose as the host. Dona
Maria del Pilar had dug out her
dearest treasures to grace the
board; the adobe room was a
strange background for the rich lin
en and silver, the sparkling glass
and china.
Outside the wind blew great
sheets of fog on the pitiful settle
ment, clinging so precariously over
the gray waters of the bay. The
rain poured ceaselessly, doing still
greater damage to the little houses,
and the wall around the presidio
which had already, earlier in the
year, been partly destroyed by a se
vere storm.
But In the humble mansion all
was gay, and La Gobernadora
looked a very queen indeed in her
wine red velvet and rubies as she
sat beside her husband, her eyes
brighter than the candles. And
gracefully slim. She ran her hands
over her body beneath the table- j
cloth and sighed with pleasure. She
was free, strong. She could accom
plish anything now!
During the festivities an Indian
servant announced that a messenger
had arrived from Monterey to speak
to Fray Palou.
In a moment the shivering soaked
boy came into the warm room, and
handed the friar a letter.
After obtaining permission to read
it, the missionary bent close to a
candle and read the words of his
brother, Junipero Serra, his heart
saddening more and more until he
read the last lines that Serra had
penned in his dark hour: “Good
Padre Palou, come and assist me to
die!”
Fray Palou covered his eyes with
his hands a moment, then turned a
white face toward the company.
The Governor rose slowly to his
feet, his face drawn. "Father,” he
said harshly, “what is it?” Without
a word the priest pointed out the
last words in the message. Fages
read them, and without hesitating
spoke decisively.
“Come, Father. Let us go at
once. I am ready. There are horses
for us, Don Jose? We are going to
Carmelo. Junipero Serra is dying.”
There was perfect silence for a
moment. Outside the wind sighed
and moaned, and sea-gulls, circling,
screamed as they made their eve
ning flight to aeries among the
rocks and crags that overhung the
sea.
“Dying ...” someone whispered,
“Junipero Serra dymg . . .”
There were sighs and exclama
tions all around the table.
“It does not seem possible,” ex
claimed the Commandante. <
“But here is the letter, in his
own hand,” replied Fages. He
turned to the messenger. “Was
there no word for me?” he asked.
Tne boy snooK ms neaa. e ages
tugged at his beard, his head bent.
He looked up abruptly.
“You will pardon me if I leave,
Don Jose,” he said, “but you see
I must. Father Palou, I will be
ready in a moment. I must change
these fiesta clothes for my old leath
ers. And you, Don Jose, will you
see that horses, servants and food
are ready for us?”
The Commandante hesitated.
“Of course I will excuse you. But
—but does your Excellency think it
is necessary to leave”—he stole a
glance at La Gobernadora—’’just
now?”
“By heaven, yes! Nothing on earth
could keep me from going to Juni
pero Serra. Father, are you ready?”
The priest had been standing si
lently, his beads moving between
his fingers.
“Ready, your Excellency. Ready
and anxious.”
The guests had left their places
at the table and were gathered
about the letter which Fray Palou
had received, leaving La Goberna
dora sitting alone, like a ruby ma
donna with her child in her arms.
The Governor started to leave the
room. Then he stopped suddenly
before his wife and stared at her as
though he had forgotten her exist
ence.
"Eulalia . . .” he faltered.
She turned her face upward to
ward him, and clasped the child
closer to her. She did not speak.
“Eulalia . . . you see I must go.”
Everyone was looking at them,
arrested by the sudden change in
the Governor’s manner.
“I do not see it,” she said coldly.
"You shall not go.”
“I am going.”
Still he stood, though she had not
detained him even by a gesture.
The guests began moving in a
shocked silence out of the room.
Eulalia saw Fray Palou going as
though to join them. She looked at
him.
“Do not go, please, Padre. There
is nothing we have to say that you
may not hear.”
The priest bowed silently.
“You shall not go. You will stay
here with me, where you should
be.”
“I should be with Junipero ber
ra.”
“No. I am your wife, flesh of
your flesh. I have suffered for you.
I have borne you children. I have
traveled over a dangerous country
that even strong men dread to face
to be by your side. And now you
are not going to leave me."
Fages tugged at his beard.
“You do not understand a love
between men. I must go."
“No, I do not understand such a
love. But if it separates you from
me at this time, 1 do not want to
understand it I despise it.”
Her voice began rising from its
icy, controlled inflections. The arms
that pressed her baby to her, trem
bled.
“What is Junipero Serra to you.
that you should leave me, with your
new-born child in my arms, still
weak and ill from my travail? What
is he anyway but a mad old fa
natic? Love!” she laughed contemp
tuously. “Love! All I have ever
heard between you is quarreling and
bitterness. Junipero Serra hates and
despises you in nis heart, as you do
him!”
Stung by the words she hurled at
him, Pedro Fages took a step to
ward her, his hand raised. She
stared up at him without flinching.
The baby began to whimper softly,
and nuzzle the red velvet of her
bodice. Fray Palou moved forward
quickly, but the Governor only laid
his hand gently on his wife's shoul
der.
“You do not understand, my dear.
If you did you would see how neces
sary it is to my honor, my position,
my very life that I go to Junipero
Serra now. You will not make it
any harder for me? Be a brave
soldier's woman!"
Her face did not cnange.
"If you go, 1 shall never live with
you as wife again."
Pedro Fages looked into the shad
owed eyes burning so bitterly into
his.
"You do not mean that.”
“I do.”
The Governor shrugged his shoul
ders and moved toward the door.
“Be that as it may.” He turned
again to the door, and this time
walked out without a word.
Hours later Eulalia awoke to see
the Governor standing beside her.
His leather jacket was running rivu
lets. His eyes burned out from a
wet face.
For a moment she looked up at
him in surprise, then she put a
hand toward him.
“Ai, my Pedro,” she cooed. "You
did not go! Oh, my love, 1 am so
happy. Look at your little flower.”
She pulled the coverlet away and
disclosed the child asleep, its tiny
mouth still pressed to her breast.
Still he did not speak, nor make a
move toward her. The love that
she pleaded for from his eyes did
not kindle. There was only bitter
ness in his face. Eulalia grew
afraid. “You . . . you are not
going?” she whispered pitifully.
"I started. But I came back,”
he said shortly.
“Ah, my lover.” Again she
reached toward him.
But Pedro Fages made a slight
exclamation of grief, bitterness, re
vulsion against the woman who held
him, and left her room to wander
along the bleak cliffs in the rain.
CHAPTER XVII
Fray Francisco Palou sat heavily
down in the aliso wood chair the
Indians had made for Junipero Ser
ra: the same armchair in which
the father had sat to write his fare
well letters. Fray Palou’s fingers
reached for the same quill and,
leaning his arms where the mission
ary’s arms had so often rested on
the crude table, gave himself up to
thought.
For a long while he sat silently,
listening to the darting swallows as
they flew around the eaves of the
tiny cell. Then he took a deep
breath, and shaking his head sadly,
dipped the quill into the ink and
began writing:
“Mision San Carlos.
“September Seventh, 1784.
“Hail Jesus Mary and Josephl
“Very Reverend Father Guardian,
Fray Juan Sancho:
"On the twenty-eighth of August
just passed God was pleased to take
to eternity the soul of my ever
loved and honored father, the Fa
ther President, Fray Junipero Ser
ra.”
Fray Palou read the words care
fully after he had written them, then
continued with a deep sigh.
“As soon as the news was made
public, it spread through all the
town, everybody mourning the death
of their dear father. Everybody
crowded to see him, and it was nec
essary to close the gate in order to
place him in the coffin he himself
had ordered made. As soon as he
died his body was placed in it, tak
ing it from the bed or platform on
which he died without removing hia
habit
“Then the Indians, whom the dead
father had baptized and confirmed
brought roses with which to adorn
his dead body, and weeping at his
death, they did not want to go
away.
“At night we took his body to the
church with a procession formed by
all the town and the six soldiers of
the guard, one of whom stayed on
watch all night with many neophytes
and sailors.
“When the father died all were
eager for some little thing that he
had used. I promised that I would
coinfort them all so they might not
do anything unseemly, but in spite
of all this and of the sentinels at
night they cut off bits of the habit
that served as a shroud and much
of the hair from his tonsure . . .
“The following day which was
Sunday ... I said moss for the
Fray Palou Read the Words Care
fully.
body present ... In the afternoon
the burial took place with all solem
nity. The procession went by way
of the Plaza, making four stops and
singing at each response. The sol
diers carried the body, the rest go
ing with tapers in their hands. When
we arrived at the Church we sang
lauds with all the ceremony of the
ritual of the Order. All were eager
to honor the deceased . . .
“Although I was forgetful of the
fact that I had been asked for some
mementoes of the deceased father
which they wanted as relics, they
did not forget. On the contrary
they importuned me to such an ex
tent that I was forced to give up
his tunic which I told them they
must make up into scapulars and
bring them to me together with their
cords. They did this, and when I
distributed them, I explained they
were scapular and girdle of Our
Father San Francisco in return for
which they should pray for the soul
of the dead father. In this way I
satisfied the eager worshipers
and interceded for the soul of the
dead father if, indeed, he needs our
prayers and petitions.”
Francisco Palou read the letter
that he had written, added a few
formal phrases, and ended the mes
sage:
“Your Reverence’s most humble
servant, and the humblest of your
brothers,
“Fr. Francisco Palou.”
I (TO HE CONTINUED)
Miniature Ocean, Artificial Sea Water,
Controlled Tides, Used to Test Concrete
A miniature ocean with artificial
sea water and electrically con
trolled tides is an important part of
the equipment in a research lab
oratory in Chicago as a means of
studying the effects of continuous
exposure of concrete to sea water.
The apparatus includes two 11
foot tanks of concrete filled with
water of the same chemical com
position as sea water, except that it
is four times as concentrated. Elec
tric pumps circulate the water and
give the effect of tides. Every twen
ty-four hours it's high tide in one
tank and low tide in the other. The
rise and fall is one foot.
Small reinforced concrete piles of
varying quality are placed in the
tanks and daily observations made
of their behavior. The depth of
penetration of the salt water is
checked by daily tests with ex
tremely delicate electronic meters.
Each test specimen contains
many electrodes in pairs. An elec
tric current of the intensity of one
milliampere is passed between pairs
of these electrodes.
The instrument readings record
the amount of resistance to the flow
of current in several directions and
in various parts of the test sped
mens. That shows the penetration
of the salt water.
The tests will continue for years.
The concentration of the water and
the longer period of alternate im
mersion and drying out afforded by
the twenty-four-hour tide cycle in
stead of twelve, as in the natural
ocean, gives a more severe test
than in actual practice.
“Sea walls of concrete have been
in service thirty-four years and
more without d< terioration," a re
search engineer in charge of these
tests says. “These tests will give
us more precise data on the fac
tors which promote a longer life to
concrete exposed to sea water.”
Longest Aqueduct In World
The Los Angeles aqueduct has a
total length, including the diverting
canal and reservoirs, of 233 miles.
This is the longest aqueduct in the
world. It brings water from the Ow
ens river in the heart of the Sierra
Nevada mountains and provides wa
ter power in its fall to the city lev
el. Work was begun on this aque
duct in 1908 and the project was
completed in 1913. The cost of the
aqueduct and its accessories was
$24,600,000. |
r_—.— ——.
Progress in
Tuberculosis
By
DR. JAMES W. BARTON
9 Bell Syndicate.—WNU Service.
_»
ANYONE who has regular
ly visited a relative or
friend at a tuberculosis sana
torium learns the names of
patients in adjoining rooms
and wards, and can see the
progress toward recovery or
otherwise from week to week.
Of course the physician can see
the record of each patient—the
range of tempera
ture, the amount
of coughing, the
amount of daily spu
tum. the number of
times he breathes
in a minute, and
finally the X-ray
film which shows
whether the tuber
culosis process is
spreading, healing,
or standing still.
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Dr. Barton . .
he is able to tell the
patient, or the family, just what to
expect—three months, six months,
or a year to recovery, or it may
be just a matter of months before
he passes away, notwithstanding all
that can be done by way of food,
fresh air, rest, or collapsing the
lung by artificial air or by surgery
to give it rest.
What should help the patient to
fight and family to hope, despite
all the other signs, symptoms, and
tests, is recorded by Dr. Allan S.
Kennedy of Mountain sanatorium,
Hamilton, Canada, in the Canadian
Medical Association Journal. Dr.
Kennedy states that the blood pres
sure—low or high—will give the
physician a correct idea of the prog
ress of the patient.
“It is an accepted fact that ac
tive and progressing tuberculosis of
the lungs is accompanied by lower
ing of the blood pressure.”
“It is generally believed that tu
berc«^sis patients with high blood
pressure have very little tubercu
losis, or, in any case, tend to heal
the tuberculosis more quickly than
people with normal or low blood
pressure.”
Response to Cold Tells.
The response of the blood pres
sure to cold—a test taken every few
months, will show whether or not
the patient is improving.
Dr. Kennedy outlines the method
used on 80 patients to obtain the
blood pressure response to cold—
putting hand and wrist of one side
in near-freezing water for 25 sec
onds—while blood pressure is taken
on other arm.
If the blood pressure response is
poor—does not increase a definite
amount—the patient is not improv
ing; if the response is good the
patient is putting up a winning fight
against tuberculosis.
• • •
For Underweight Child.
Some mothers are naturally dis
tressed when they find that despite
the amount and the variety of food
eaten by their youngsters they still
remain underweight. If the young
ster is wiry or resembles one of the
parents in being underweight at his
age, not much is thought of it, but
often there is no history of extreme
underweight on either side.
If abundant .amounts of meats,
vegetables and fruits have been giv
en to maintain body structure and
also liberal amounts of bread, but
ter, milk and cream to provide
energy and store up a little fat, with
no proper amount of increase in
weight, there is something wrong
with the youngster and he should
be examined by the family physi
cian and dentist.
For instance, there may be a his
tory of thyroid trouble in the family
and the youngster may be an early
thyroid case. Should this be so, the
amount of food eaten may be quite
large, yet there will be no increase
in weight; the youngster continues
to be underweight.
Another cause of underweight is
infection of teeth and tonsils. So
much of the body’s energy is being
used to fight this infection that there
is not enough left for proper growth
aside from any increase in weight.
Sometimes the youngster will
play so hard and so long, perhaps
stay up so late at night, that he
is actually tired all the time and
the food eaten is not fully absorbed
into the blood.
When the cause for underweight
has been removed—fatigue, goitre,
infected teeth or tonsils—then what
is called the upbuilding diet should
be used. This includes all the usual
foods—proteins (meat, eggs, fish,
poultry, cereals), all the starch
foods—(bread, sugar, potatoes), all
the fat foods (cream, butter, egg
yolks), and the minerals and vita
mins (fruits, vegetables, dairy prod
ucts). The next point is to give in
creased amounts of the foods known
to be fattening; “an extra table
spoonful of butter with each meal
adds 300 calories, and improves the
flavor of cereals, vegetables, and
desserts without being noticeable
when used as a seasoning. A table
spoon of thick cream on cereal, or
wnipped cream on dessert, and of
mayonnaise dressing on salad, will
add 300 calories more. One or two
tablespoons of olive oil at bedtime
furnish 100 or 200 more calories and
may help relieve constipation.
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A Colorful Luncheon Set
WE HAVE been hearing a
good deal about American
handcrafts lately. Of course,
quilts have always been impor
tant among our needlework hand
crafts. So many readers have
written asking me for more of the
old fashioned embroidery stitches
that were used in making crazy
patchwork that I have collected
dozens and dozens of these quaint
stitches from old quilts. Some
of them are so attractive and col
orful that it seemed a pity not
to use them for modern decora
tive purposes.
This gay little double house
effect built upon blanket stitches
with chain stitches flaunting from
all gables was the invention of
someone’s great-grandmother and
I couldn’t resist using it for a
luncheon set of light blue linen.
It originally adorned a light blue
satin patch in a quilt and all the
other colors indicated here in the
sketch are the original colors.
All the strands of six-strand
mercerized embroidery thread
were used for the luncheon set.
The mats were hemmed first and
then the blanket stitches were
taken through the hems to make
a firm edge as shown at the lower
right. All the other stitches used
are clearly illustrated. Just the
edge stitches without the little
houses were used for the nap
kins. Many more authentic old
AROUND
THE HOUSE
Washing Parsley. — Parsley
washed with hot water keeps its
flavor better and is easier to chop.
• • •
Glowing Lamps.—Here’s a tip
for country readers who use gas
or lamps. Never wash the glass
globes as it makes them crack.
Sprinkle methylated spirit on a
clean soft rag, rub it on the
globes, leave for a few minutes,
and then polish. They’ll be like
new.
• • •
Preserving the Broom.—Soak
ing a broom in boiled salt-water
every two weeks will help pre
serve it.
• • •
Sweet Omelet.—A tablespoon of
sugar added to the regular omelet
batter will produce a sweet ome
let that is especially popular with
youngsters.
• • •
Dry Those Boots.—At this time
of the year overshoes or boots
often get damp inside. Don’t dry
them by the fire or the rubber will
perish. Keep two old woolen socks
filled with bran. Heat these in
the oven and pop them into the
boots—the bran retains the
warmth for some time and helps
to dry out the dampness.
• • •
Fluffy Meringue.—If you like
fluffy meringue for your pies, add
a teaspoon of baking powder to
the well-beaten whites of two eggs
before adding the sugar.
* * *
Cleaning Hair Brushes.—To re
move grease and dirt from hair
brushes and combs, wash them in
a quart of water to which a tea
spoon of ammonia is added; rinse
and dry in the sun.
Apple Pan Dowdy.—Despite its
name, apple pan dowdy is a popu
lar and tasty dish. To prepare it,
line a baking pan or dish with
thin slices of buttered bread. Fill
the center with sliced apples and
season with four tablespoons
brown sugar and one-half tea
spoon cinnamon. Moisten with
half a cup of water, then add an
other layer of bread, buttered side
up. Bake in a moderate oven for
one hour and serve hot with sauce
or whipped cream.
# * #
Jumpers Keep Their Shape.—
When drying woolen jumpers run
a curtain stick through both
sleeves and then hang up. A coat
hanger will make “pokes” on the
shoulders and spoil the shape.
patchwork stitches are illustrat
ed in a new leaflet which is free
upon request with the booklet of
fered herewith.
Have you a copy of Mrs.
Spears’ new book SEWING? It
contains forty-eight pages of step
by-step directions for making slip
covers and dressing tables; cur
tains for every type of room;
lampshades, rugs and other use
ful articles for the home. Copy
will be sent postpaid, upon re
ceipt of 25 cents (coins pre
ferred). Address Mrs. Spears, 210
South Desplaines St., Chicago, 111.
Whaf Is Proper Use
of Furniture Polish?
In a recent investigation, it was
proven that many, many home
makers use furniture polish incor
rectly—pouring it on a dry cloth,
for application to the furniture!
This is a gross waste of the house
wife’s time, energy and her pol
ish! And the latter is usually
blamed. We refer, of course, to oil
polish—for this type is best to
clean, beautify and preserve the
furniture. The best oil polish is not
greasy, because it’s made with a
fine, light-oil base. The polish
should be applied on a damp cloth
—thoroughly moistened with
water, then wrung out. Saturate
this cloth with the polish—spread
on—and rub lightly. The “wet” of
the cloth smoothly distributes the
polish—and the finish absorbs, re
ceives it evenly! This correct
procedure takes the “labor” out of
polishing — and requires far less
tiresome rubbing! A dry cloth is
then used to easily work up the
glow, which is even and uniform—
the desired effect! This—and only
this—is the proper way to use a
good oil polish!
... because O-Cedar not only cleans
as it polishes, but prtstrtts your fur
niture—“feeds” the finish, prevents
drying-out, cracking. Insist
1 upon O-Cedar Polish, for
furniture, woodwork and jn
floors (with the fa- At
mk mous O-Cedar Ar
Mop).
All Life Is Music
All one’s life is music, if one
touches the notes rightly, and in
time. But there must be no hur
ry.—John Ruskin.
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