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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (April 21, 1938)
Mistress of Monterey VIRGINIA STIVERS BARTLETT e Virginia Stiver* Bartlett " . 1 WNU Service CHAPTER XXIII—Continued. —20— He took his seat beside La Gob ernadora, ate, drank and replied absent-mindedly 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 a of wine, that he roused for a mo ment from his reveries. She smiled at him reproachfully and moved away, the wine jug poised on her shoulder. After the feast, one of the Gover nor’s old Catalan soldiers clapped his hands for attention. "Senores y Senoras! Senoritos y Senoritas! Cabelleros y amigos! Padres! Peones y Indios! I will sing! I will sing a song of our il lustrious Gobernador, el Senor Don Pedro Fages!” “Viva! Viva!” shouted the crowd. Someone placed a vine wreath on his head as the old soldier experi mented with his guitar “I will sing a song of El Goberna dor concerning his prowess as a mighty hunter, and how he saved the Indians of San Luis 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 se ries of coplas. Dozens ol verses sang the old sol idier, and at the end of each the audience howled, "Ay-ee, Don Pe dro!” The Governor sat with bowed head, covered with confusion, and ^listened. 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 4 might. "Ay-ee, Don Pedro!” "Hola!” "Viva el Gobernador!” "Viva!" The party gathered in a circle around him, singing and shouting, toasting him in tilting wine-cups, creating more verses for the endless song. The Governor stood by quietly un til 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 ev erywhere on land and sea. The voices of the singers seemed to come from a great distance. He closed his eyes. "Ay-ee, Don Pedro!” someone said softly. Indizuela dropped on the ground beside him. CHAPTER XXIV After the vendimia and the har vest the winter season settled down upon the Royal Presidio of Monte rey 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 rills and streams sprang into being. The trees sighed and dripped dismally, and there was little life astir ex cept 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 f explorers La Gobemadora seemed frozen, all except her somber eyes that burned resentfully from her white face. Little lines appeared about her mouth, and drew the cor ners of her lips down in a perpetual expression of unhappiness that wrung Don Pedro’s 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 far-away expression that frightened the Governor with its hopelessness, 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 she would look out on the parade ► grounds, churned 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 another. She almost envied these little sol diers' women, with their endless chatter about nothing, their content ment with empty lives. Sometimes she thought wildly of running out into the rain herself. But if she did, where would she go? So she only shivered and drew her manton clos er about her. Pedro Fages was profoundly dis tressed. Living in the small pala cio with the unhappy woman Eula lia, loving her, sorrowing over her and unable to express one word of what he felt, for he had never re * lerred to the dreadful night when he had struck her and dragged her 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 de Es plandian," “Sancho Panza” and the plays of Shakespeare. Long hours he would read, then impatiently or der 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 the pure cold ray of a star, but a light like a little Are 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 Laspen, bubbling with a youthful enthusiasm, that rose per ennially in his old heart. It was summer in the south of California, he wrote. The sun shone all day, and the 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 spring. And on the feast day of Santa Barbara, December fourth, the Mis sion Santa Barbara was to be found ed. All was ready. The people at the presidio, as well as the priests who were to found the mission, were “She Is Sick—the Baby,” Mur mured Eulalia. waiting impatiently that day, and the arrival of his Excellency with La Senora la Gobemadora. The feast day arrived. Santa Bar bara, the Patroness, sent fair weath er. 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 the 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 Gov ernor, and without news of him. Fray Fermin was worried. A great responsibility was in his hands. This w$s the first mission of his own founding, carried out through the wishes of his beloved brother, Juni pero 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. j 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 the 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 wl ere some day the mission church should arise. The missionary looked lovingly at the scene. And as he looked, a vi sion came before his eyes. Instead of the humble ramada and rough cross, a lovely temple rose to com fort him. Glowing pinkly, its square towers and red tiled roofs rose ma jestically 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 thou sands of clean happy neophytes, who worked, and sang as they worked. The handful of soldiers, who lolled on their horses and eyed the Indian women, became a dashing compa ny of devout worshipers, pressing — into the church, filling it full of rev erence and adoration. Fray Fermin gazed at his dream. “Ah, Padre Juniperol” he ex claimed gladly, “it has all been worth it, has it not! ‘Sing, O heav ens; and be Joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O moun tains; 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 on his brow, his hat in his hand. “Padre mio it grows late. There is absolutely no sign of his Excel lency. Soon the day of Our Holy Patroness will be past. What shall we better do?” Painfully Lasuen made his deci sion. “We must go ahead with our ceremony,” he said sadly. “And 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 disappoint ment, but it is in God’s hands.” And so, on December 4, 1780, was founded the Mission Santa Barbara. The standard of Spain waved above the humble altar, and the sacred flags of the Church, Mary's 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 Indi ans returned to their villages, the soldiers returned to the presidio. Fray Lasuen was left with three brothers and a few soldiers to guard the shrine dedicated to the Holy Pa troness of artillerymen. Several days before Don Pedro planned to leave for the south for the dedication of the Mission Santa Barbara, he was riding the high lands back of Monterey and ponder ing how best to approach La Gob ernadora on the matter of accom panying 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 ap proached the palacio his heart light ed again as he made out gleams of fire- and candle - light stealing through the chinks of the closed shutters. “Hola!” he cried heartily as he stamped into the sala. "And how are all in my household this eve ning? Did you notice the little bit of sunshine at sunset time?” A gloomy silence met him. Hud dled near the fire sat Eulalia, with the baby girl on her lap. And lean ing over the fire, looking like an old witch or Indian sorceress, Angustias stewed some evil-smelling mixture in a pannikin. At Eulalia’s feet the Indian nurse crouched and looked fearfully at her charge. ‘‘What is the matter?” asked the Governor, all his cheeriness fading in the gloomy atmosphere. ‘‘She is sick — the baby,” mur mured Eulalia. "Ah!” Don Pedro retired anxious ly to a corner and watched help lessly while the women doctored the tiny girl, rubbing her little chest with unguents, dosing her with the evil-smelling mixture that Angustl 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, cud dled 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 the . . . my little flower very ill?” he asked. "She has a bad cold. This damp house . . ." She looked about her. "Oh, a little cold . . . she has had them before. Let us not worry) about her. Let us be happy, Eu lalia! 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 the black eyes. But he persisted. "Pack your traveling cantina with jewels, pack a chest with your fin est 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 the presidio, a baile, and the Queen of Calilornia should be there. And what is more, we will find 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 the lady shook her head. “Ah, come, querida!" He held her closely, and whispered, "Let us make a little moon of honey of the expedition ... a luna de miel! Yes!" Eulalia pulled away from him her face settling in stern lines. “You should not ask me to go away from my sick child. And I do not think that you should go and leave her either." Don Pedro loosened his arms. "That is nonsense, of course. She is not that ill, and besides she is in very good hands with Angustias. Nevertheless, I shall have to go any way, for without me the founding of the mission is not legal.” He stood, and she slipped off from his lap on to the floor gazing into the Are. The Governor began pacing the length of the sala. “Yes, I should go no matter whether it were necessary or not.i The Mission Santa Barbara! At last, oh, at long last! It will be a happy day for me, and a happy and signifi cant day for California when that mission is founded. When I think of all the talks and quarrels I had with my poor Padre Junipero about it, I am overjoyed to think that finally the mission is to be founded. Yes, I shall be there." Eulalia glanced obliquely at him from where she sat He was tug ging his beard and did not see her. “Junipero Serra!” she thought bitterly. “Can he never be entire ly at rest? Is his spirit to follow me always; haunt and punish me?” She shivered. Pedro Fages delayed preparing for his trip until the last possible day, and with a deep disappoint ment 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 be fore 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 ex claimed suddenly, his reserve breaking. ‘‘Come with me . . (TO BE CONTINUED) Captain Kidd Again Thrills English Spirit; New Effort to Find Treasure Captain Kidd again is thrilling the adventurous spirits of England, as plans go forward for a new effort to recover his treasure. A map has been found in a Lon don book shop which seems to bear a striking resemblance to Oak is land, six miles from Chester, Nova Scotia, where Captain Kidd is sup posed to have buried his spoils. De tails of the map are, of course, a deep secret, but money is being raised and plans made to attempt to recover the treasure next summer, reports a London correspondent in the Chicago Tribune. In all 38 shafts have been sunk in and around that part of the island where there are indications of some thing having been hidden. Being only 1% miles from tip to tip, the place is fairly well pock marked. The early searchers took their tip from an oak block which hung from an oak tree over a depression of about 12 feet in the ground. A platform of oak logs was found and a man-made wall beside it. The next lot of searchers found the same kind of an oak platform every ten feet and at the ninth an undecipherable inscription on a flag stone. Metal bars, parchment, coins and ax heads have been found, but all the shafts fill with water at the depth of 100 feet and the new party is planning to offset that diffi culty with pumping arrangements. Five well - defined drains have been discovered, built of flat stones and all converging at one point. From Gardiner’s island off the east end of Long island about $70,000 was recovered from Captain Kidd’s treasure buried there. Kidd was hanged at Execution dock in Lon don in 1701, but he left a wife and child in New York. Four “Bad" Hawks The four “bad” hawks of the hawk family, according to a writer in the Detroit News, are the gos hawk, the sharp-shinned hawk, Cooper’s hawk and the duck hawk. The “good’” hawks are the red tailed hawk, the red-shouldered hawk, the broad-winged hawk, Swainson’s hawk, the American rough-legged hawk, the ferruginous rough-legged hawk, the eastern sparrow hawk, the marsh hawk and the osprey. WHAT to EAT and WHY (2.4lou.5ton@ou.dil5 tPl5CU55e5 TEETH —Your Passport to Good Health—and Tells How You Can Avoid the Tragedy of Dental Decay By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS 6 Cast 30th Street, New York. A SCIENTIST, who was also a wit, once remarked that you must be true to your teeth or they will be false to you. That most people do not heed this advice is evidenced by the fact that almost 100 per cent of the adult population is af fected by some form of oral disease, and from 90 to 97 per cent of all school children have decayed teeth. As there is a close relation ship between healthy teeth and healthy bodies, and con versely, between decayed teeth and sickly bodies, it is easy to understand why sci ence views this appalling situ ation with the greatest alarm —and why such an eminent authority as Professor Ernest A. Hooton of Harvard Univer sity warns that “unless steps are taken to discover preven tives of tooth infection, and correctives of dental defor mation, the course of human evolution will lead downward to extinction.” Health and Happiness Depend on Sound Teeth That is a strong statement, but it is not an exaggeration, for it would be difficult to over-estimate the influence of the teeth upon human health and happiness. Do you wonder how teeth can affect happiness? Consider, then, that a pretty face depends, first upon the position of the mouth when the lips are closed, and sec ond, upon the appearance of the teeth when the lips are parted. You cannot have a lovely mouth when the lips close over crooked front teeth; you cannot have an attractive smile if the teeth are dull. And when gums recede, and loosened teeth are forced out of their natural position, the position of the lips is likewise changed— with the result that the lower part of the face is disfigured. Surely this is tragedy enough. But the effect of decayed teeth upon health is of far greater sig nificance. Dental Decay Does Extensive Damage A decayed tooth is a poison fac tory, distributing its noxious prod uct to every part of the body. In the body, that poison attacks and centers in the weakest spot. It may lead to neuritis, rheu matic ailments, dyspepsia, or even duodenal ulcers. It may be a contributing cause of heart dis ease. In view of such extensive dam age, it is easy to understand why a prominent medical authority has declared that if the teeth were given proper care, so that dental decay became rare, instead of al i --- — 1 11 c DO YOU WANT TO REDUCE Safely . . . Surely Scien tifically ? Get This Free Hulletin Offered by C. Houston Goudiss READERS of this newspaper • are invited to write to C. Houston Goudiss, at 6 East 39th Street, New York City, for his scientific Reducing Bulletin, which shows how to reduce by the safe and sane method of counting cal ories. The bulletin is complete with a chart showing the caloric value of all the commonly used foods and contains sample menus that you can use as a guide to comfort able and healthful weight reduction. A postcard is sufficient to carry your request. $— most universal, more than half of all sirkness would be eliminated. Mother* Are to Blame For Children'* Bad Teeth It has been estimated that the temporary, or “baby teeth" of children come through the gums practically perfect in 98 per cent of all children. Yet, statistics show that by the time they reach the first grade, 90 per cent of the children, both from wealthy homes and from homes where money is scarce, have bad teeth; one-third have abscessed condi tions in their mouths, and every fourth or fifth child does not have proper masticating surfaces. If this disgraceful state of af fairs is allowed to continue, the blame must be laid squarely at the doors of the nation’s mothers. Formerly it was thought that oral hygiene alone would prevent tooth decay. But though the im portance of thoroughly cleansing the teeth is recognized today as never before, nutritional scientists have discovered that correct diet, plus mouth hygiene, is the real key to dental health. Diet and It* Relation To Dental Disease The teeth are living tissues, which require proper nourishment just as much as any other part of the body. Every food element required for a healthy body plays its part in building healthy teeth. But spe cial emphasis must be placed upon providing adequate amounts of calcium, phosphorus, and three vitamins, A, C and D. Teeth Are Actually Formed Before Birth These substances must be sup plied before birth and throughout life. Although teeth do not appear in a baby’s mouth until some months after it is born, they are actually formed before birth. It is during this period, there fore, that proper dieting should begin. The teeth are constructed of the same materials as the bones, chiefly calcium and phos phorus, and if the diet of the prospective mother is not ade quate, these building materials are withdrawn from her own teeth and bones. The old idea that mothers must sacrifice ‘‘a tooth for every child” arose because expectant mothers did not realize the importance of taking extra amounts of calcium, which is obtained from milk, cheese, dried peas and beans, green leafy vegetables and many nuts; phosphorus, which is abun dant in egg yolk, cheese, whole grain cereals, dried legumes and milk; and vitamin D, which is supplied by fish-liver oils; irradi ated foods, or those enriched with vitamin D concentrates; and egg yolk. It has been proved experimen tally that when vitamin A is with held, the teeth begin to deteri orate, and become chalky, white and brittle. Vitamin C is so closely related to the health of teeth and gums, that when it is lacking, profound changes occur, including swelling and bleeding of the gums and loosening of the teeth. Four Important Rule* For Dental Health The prevention of dental decay and the preservation of sound teeth and healthy gums is founded on a foar-point program: First, a well-balanced diet con I Have You a Question? Ask C. Houston Goudiss —* C. Houston Goudiss has put at the disposal of readers of this newspa per all the facilities of his famous Experimental Kitchen Laboratory in New York City. He will gladly an. swer questions concerning foods, diet, nutrition, and their relation to health. You are also invited to con sult him in matters of personal hy giene. It’s not necessary to write a letter unless you desire, for postcard inquiries will receive the same care ful attention. Address him at 6 East Thirty-ninth Street, New York City. taining an abundance of calcium, phosphorus and vitamins A, C and D. Second, frequent and thorough brushing of the teeth, to remove all food particles. The use of an efficient dentifrice encourages ef ficient brushing and helps to keep the teeth looking attractive. Third, the inclusion in the diet of foods that require the chewing, tearing, gnawing and biting for which our teeth were designed, such as raw cabbage, celery, ap ples and other fibrous foods. Fourth, a visit to the dentist at least twice a year, so that he can check the condition of the teeth. If every mother will follow this program, and train her children to folldw it, the result will be a vast decrease in dental decay, and a forward step in human progress. For it is not too much to say that the SALVATION OF THE HUMAN RACE LIES IN SAVING ITS TEETH. Write to C. Houston Goudiss, 6 East 39th Street, New York City, for information on How to Build and How to Maintain Healthy Teeth. Questions Answered Mrs. J. B. McK.—It is incorrect to say that rye bread is more, or less, fattening than white bread. 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