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FRIDAY, JANUARY 28, 1838.
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CHAPTER I—In Spanish-governed Cali-
fornia of 17(3 a conflict between Church and
State is represented by two friendly ene-
mies. frail old Fray Junipero Serra. Fran-
ciscan missionary, and Don Pedro Fages,
civil governor. After telling Serra he is
sending to Mexico for his wife and son.
whom he has not seen for eight years.
Don Pedro refuses Ms aid toward the found-
ing of the Sants Barbara Mission.
CHAPTER II—In Mexico City. Dona Eu-
lalia. accompanied by her duenna. Angus-
tlas, arrives at the embassy in response
to a letter from her husband. Don Pedro.
Shown a map of California by the Viceroy,
she is told that there she would be a queen.
CHAPTER IV—Eulalia sails from San
Bias. Throughout the desolate trip she con-
cern* herself only about her 90 chests of
clothes and Jewels and Angustias about her
pet monkey. Chichi. From the port of Lo-
reto. a large cavalcade loaded with Eulalia's
starts out for the long overland trip.
,— young priests in Franciscan robes ride
apart from the rest.
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party
Two :
young priests in Franciscan robes
CHAPTER V—Eulalia, accustomed to lux-
ury and comfort, bitterly regrets having
been persuaded to come. The two priests.
Fray Mariano and Fray Bartolomeo, dill
on her and arouse her suspicions as to their
genuineness.
CHAPTER VI—As the cavalcade stops at
various missions. Eulalia hears rumors of
the approach of her husband, but is in an
unreasonable mood-
CHAPTER VII—While Don Pedro plans a
great fiesta'* to welcome his wife. Eularlia
plans her costume. Angustias persuades
her to don a little Maja costume from Spain.
CHAPTER VIII—Don Pedro prepares the
great fiesta and welcomes his beautiful wife
and young son. Eulalia is toasted as the
Queen of the Californias.
CHAPTER IX—On the long Journey to
Monterey, the reunited couple age royally
entertained at the Presidio at San Diego.
Eulalia disapproves of the democratic re-
lations of Don Pedro with his people. Plead-
ing weariness in the midst of the feast she
goes to bed where Angustias tells her she
knows Eulalia is again to become a mother.
CHAPTER X—Don Pedro is disturbed by
the developments in the character at the
priests ana dreads Serra’s disappointment
In them.
CHAPTER XI
Along the King’s Highway, where
foot of king had never trod, nor
royal hoof rung out. Fray Junipero
limped slowly. He had been on a
long journey, visiting each one of
his beloved missions. Happy had
been the journey, pleasant the visit-
ing with his brothers, and gratifying
the reports he had heard. The mis-
sions were flourishing; converts,
crops and cattle increasing.
v He felt happy'and satisfied.
By his side trudged Pio, bearing
a yellow umbrella, which shaded
the father as well as himself. Pio’s
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By His Side Trudged Pis.
arms ached, for the umbrella
seemed mysteriously to gain weight
as thq hours passed.
The father, beneath that moving
spot of shade, was tracing in retro-
spection the first of all these many
Steps that had led him through tUe
an his apoistolic joumeyings.
That had been over half a century
ago. in Mallorca, the jewel of the
Balearic Isles in the Mediterraneiiir
sea.
Seventeen years old, Miguel Jose
* Serra had walked from his native
jwillage, Petra, to the capital city,
Palma. His pious parents, amid
their tearful farewells, begged him
to ride the family burro, but the
youthful pilgrim, in his heart al-
ready dedicated to the holy San
Francisco, shook his head. So he
set his rope-soled sandals—his al-
pagartas—on the road that stretched
ahead of him, for half a century,
across half a world.
In Palma, doffing the dress of a
Petran peasant for the Franciscan
habit and cowl, he doffed at the
same time the name the peasants
had called him. Miguel Jose Serra
was gone. Now there was r.rothrr
Juniper only. Fray Junipero Serra.
San Francisco had a devoted (oh
lower, Junipero, wno would s,eai
from the altar itself, if by stealing
he could feed a hungry mouth. No
larder in Asis was safe from his
plundering. The good waint called
the little brother, Jester of the Lord,
saying: “Had I but a whole forest
of such Junipers!”
So he who traveled from the
Mediterranean to the Pacific called
himself Junipero.
Now his journey was nearly done.
As he paced steadily on, dazed a
little by the sun, and the disregard-
ed emptiness of his body, a beauti-
ful road stretched before him, up,
up, into the blue sky, where it termi-
nated in a city of bright mansions.
Faint, sweet sounds of music drift-
ed from an angelic choir. Fray
Junipero fell in the dust and raised
his arms as one came down the shin-
ing road, one in a brown frock like
his own, with a cloud of singing
birds about his head.
“Mi Padre San Francisco!” he
breathed. “Father Francis!” He
heard a voice.
“Little Brother Juniper, are you
ready to come home? I am waiting
for you—”
“Not yet, Father Francis; yet a
little while! I have work—work. An-
other mission—for Santa Barbara!”
“Good, little Brother. But soon.
You are awearied!”
Fray Junipero felt the warm earth
on hands, face. He stirred and lift-
ed himself. The vision was gone.
Only a brown road stretched before
him, while overhead a flock of birds
circled and cried. Pio’s dark face
leaned over him in concern, and he
heard the young Indian’s voice as
though from a great distance.
“Little Father—you are aweary!”
He pulled himself erect on trem-
bling limbs and grasped his staff
with its strong smooth shaft and
little cross at the top.
.“Yes, ybu are aweary, and hun-
gry. Eat, Padre.”
He pulled from his pouch some
young green onions he had carried
from the Mission San Antonio de
Padua and held them out to the fa-
ther, who crunched absently at the
pungent, slightly withered roots.
“A vision—a miracle!” he exult-
ed. “Happy augury! Soon will come
my friend, Don Pedro Fages, and
two strong brothers of Saint Fran-
cis. Two men of God to help me
found the Mission Santa Barbara.
God has heard me! My prayers
have not been in vain. Santa Bar-
bara shall have her mission at last.
Praise God the Father, God the Son
and God the Holy Ghost!”
All along the flowery miles beside
the sea, over mountains and througtf)
canons, Eulalia wondered about the
famed missionary, Fray Junipero.
What manner of man was he? Ac-
cording to the fathers at all the mis-
sions they had visited, he was a *
sainted miracle worker. With these
opinions her husband concurred sin-
cerely, and added other praises of
his .own. Not only was he a saint,
bur he was a man among men,
strong, fearless, resourceful; un-
complaining in the midst of suffer-
ing. In short, the Governor gave
him a soldier’s merits in one phrase
—a good campaigner.
In spite of all this, Eulalia felt
that he withheld some opinion of the
padre, and was puzzled to know
what it might be. Now that they
were approaching Monterey, and
she would perhaps meet the Padre
Presidente before night, she set her-
self to discover her husband’s real
opinion of him.
"Tell me, Pedro,” she asked ten-
tatively, “more about Padre Serra.
I have heard much of him, even in
Mexico City. He seems to be the
most important person in California,
apart from yourself, my dear. I
shall have to associate with him,
perhaps confess to him. What is he
like?”
The Governor hesitated and
plucked reflectively at his beard.
“Stop doing that!” ordered the
lady. “When you do that I know
you are thihkmg what you will say
instead of saying it outright.”
“WeD,” he said, but stUl caress-
ing his beard, “I usually think be-
fore I speak. And doing this helps
me to think. You have heard all I
can say about Padre Serra. I like
him, admire him. We are friends—
good friends. And are are enemies.**
"Enemies — hum,” said Eulalia
stroking an eyebrow with her little
Unger. The Governor leaned over
his horse's neck and caught her
hand.
“Don't do that!” he laughed.
When you do that I know you are
thinking what you are going to say,
and-”
Eulalia laughed.
“But it helps me think.” ahe
mocked.
_ The Governor still held her hand.
How dear, now cuarimng sue could
be, thought he.
“So you are enemies. Why?”
“My dear, Church and State have
ever been enemies. Their aims are
too widely apart for them to work
together sympathetically. That is
especially true m California. The
aim of the Crown—the State—in
California la, frankly, the acquiring
and holding of this country, and pro-
tecting it from other acquisitive na-
tions—England, Russia. The aims
of the Church are the conversion of
the heathen.”
He loosed her hand absently and
pulled kis beard.
“And—” prompted Eulalia.
“I, representing the State, must
do my duty. I must see that the
Church does nothing to jeopardize
the Crown’s holdings. Father Serra
is the church in California. He
would like to see all the soldiers
sent out of the province, and be
left here with the rest of the Fran-
ciscans, alone to work things out
his own way.”
Eulalia pricked up her ears.
“He wishes the soldiery away
from the province?”
“He does.”
“And you?”
“My dear, he would do anything
to get me away from here. I be-
lieve he would stop at nothing under
the sun to rid California of my per-
nicious influence.”
"Ah,” said Eulalia, deep in
thought.
“He did rid himself of me once,
you remember. Humph! The
charges he made against me! And
the terrible journey he made, sick
and suffering as he was, to present
them to the Viceroy. He nearly
died, with his crippled leg. But his
belief in what he was doing led him
on, successfully, that time. I ad-
mire him. On my soul, I do.”
The Governor laughed.
“But I came back.”
Eulalia’s mind was working rap-
idly. So the Padre Presidente was
that manner of man! One strong in
belief in his duty—but one who
would stop at nothing, as the Gov-
ernor had said, to gain his ends in
regard to forwarding the Church in
California. *
And he believed Pedro Fages
stood in the way of complete tri-
umph for the Church, therefore
Pedro Fages must leave California;
Serra had accomplished that once—
it might—be—
“A strange man,” she said aloud.
“But I have made up my mind that
we are going to be friends. Yes,
good friends. He should be a com-
fort to me in this strange land.”
The Governor frowned doubtfully,
then reached for his wife’s hand
again. >'
“Splendid!” he cried heartily,
squeezing her fingers. “Perhaps you
can change his opinion of your hus-
band. Then we can all live here
happily, you and I, and all the chil-
dren, in California for the rest of
our lives!”
She withdrew her fingers.
“Perhaps,” she said softly, “per-
haps I can.”
Pedro the Younger and Escabel-
lito came dashing to the Governor's
side.
“Father!” shouted Pedro breath-
lessly. “Look ahead! See, there is
something strange moving down the
road! What do you suppose it is,
wild Indians?”
“Ai, my child, I almost wish for
your sake we would meet some wild
Indians. Where is this apparition?”
Young Pedro jumped up in his
stirrups. “See—down there at the
turn. Something yellow—”
“Yellow?” The Governor leaned
forward. “Ah, yes, I sire. I know
who it is. It’s Fray Junipero, and
Pio carrying his yellow umbrella!
Andale! We-will overtake him.”
Fray Junipero, lost in unearthly
dreams, was startled at the sound of
hoof-beats so near him, and moved
off the royal road hastily as the gay
party of riders dashed toward him.
The Governor reined in his mount,
which reared upright on quivering
haunches, and faced the missionary.
“Hail, Father!” he cried, waving
his hat. Then he dismounted hast-
ily
Fray Junipero blinked, and said
softly, “Ah, your Excellency!”
With an impulsive gesture Fages
put both hands on the monk's shoul-
ders. The face, though browned and
weather-beaten, gave the impres-
sion of being pale and wan. The
deep lines were deeper, the silver
tonsure whiter. Beneath his hands
he could feel the shoulders, in their
hot coarse brown covering, so bent,
so thin, trembling. But it was Juni-
pero Serra’s eyes that startled him.
Fiery with strange inner fires, they
burned in his bony skull, not meet-
ing the Governor's intent look, but
darting avidly among the company
of riders on the camonio.
‘My brothers . . , my men of
God ...” he murmured, “O gra-
cious Excellency, where are the an-
swers to my prayer?”
Pedro Fages dropped his hands.
He half turned from the missionary,
avoiding his searching look. For a
brief second he stood tense, still, his
hand on the hilt of his sword. "Then
he flung his head up abruptly.
"Father Junipero . . he be-
gan bravely.
But Junipero Serra interrupted
him.
'Don Pedro!” he cried in a trem-
bling voice, holding out his hands
fearfully. “Don't tell me ... but
I had a vision ... a promise! Ah.
praise to God on high! There they
are! Ai, si, my Brothers! Come
here, closer! Let me see you . . .
touch you! You are holy men. an
answer to prayer!” He stumbled to-
ward Mariano Rubi and Bartoloma
Oil! bolding out his arms, wars
streaming down his cheeks.
The two did not move, but stood
as though stricken in their tracks.
Seres threw his arms about them,
looked into their sullen faces and
saw only good there.
“AHeluja!” he chanted, "Ave Ma-
ria Purisima! The prayers of Juni-
pero Serra are answered!”
Still the two stood dumbly. Rubi’s
face was red with a guilty flush,
while Gili grew pale; they too, i«h»
the Governor, avoided* the fires of
his eyes.
In his1 joy, the fervid missionary
noticed none of these things. He
looked about him for the Governor.
“Ah, forgive me, my son. for not
greeting you!" he cried. “You and'
all your party have my blessing!**
La Gobernadora was staring at
him. Then she slipped carefully
from her horse and walked to the
priest. For a moment she measured
him with a look, then her eyes
dropped.
Here was a man, a little man, but
he towered toward Heaven, and her
eyes could not measure his stature.
I Her heart pounded. Her knees weak-
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Fray Jnnipero Drew Baek.
ened, and almost against her will
she found herself kneeling before
him.
“It is my wife,” she heard her
husband say.
“Ah, La Gobernadora,” said the
priest. "Your prayers are answered
too, Don Pedro.” His words to her
were simple, a welcome, a blessing.
Then she was on her mount again.
Dimly she heard Pedrito presented
to the padre, and others talking.
But she was silent, as though under
a spelL -----------------
“Good Father,” the Governor was
saying, “you"must mount my horse
and we will all ride into Monterey
together. Come, up with you.”
j Fray Junipero drew back.
“Ah, my son, you know I never
ride. 1 still have the legs God gave
me, though one of them is not very
good.”
The Governor threw his reins to
a body-servant.
“Then with your permission, Pad-
re, I will walk with you.”
“Yes, yes. And my two Brothers-
in-God! Where are you. my Broth-
ers?” He looked around him. The
two friars who were muttering to
each other jqined him with sancti-
monious smiles. Again Serra put
his arms about them. “We will walk
together, this way. Brothers, I the
older in the center, with two strong
good young trees like, yourselves to
lean against, eh?” he asked delight-
edly. The others acquiesced in em-
barrassment.
Young Pedro slipped his hand into
his father’s and walked beside him.
The Governor looked at his lady,
so still and white on her white
horse.
“My dear,” he began. She smiled
at him, but addressed the priesj.
“I too, would walk with your Rev-
erence, but,” laying a hand on her
heart with a dignified, significant
gesture, “you see how it is with
me.”
The priest returned her smile and
raised a hand to her.
“But I will follow slowly behind
you, if I may'.’’
CONTINUED NEXT WEEK
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the time of tha invasion of Mexico
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close of the Mexican war.
Elated with the victory of Amor-"
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Later the song grew by leaps and
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The investigation of the origin of
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