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THE GROOM NEWS, GROOM, CARSON COUNTY, TEXAS
Mistress of Monterey
VIRGINIA STIVERS BARTLETT - - "X,"—"
CHAPTER XX—Continued
—17—
“Tomorrow night,” he sibilated,
“on the beach ... at the labora-
tory camp. If it is clear we will be
making some last observations of
the stars ... I will be waiting for
you. I will manage it even if it is
not clear ... I will wait. Can you
disguise yourself?”
She caressed his shoulder with a
feline gesture that made him shiver.
“Fear not! I will be there, pre-
pared, starlight or fog!”
The Indian games and dancing
were over, but the program Fray
Lasuen had planned for the guests
was to continue with some of the
old Spanish dances, and another
group began tripping to the music
of some guitars and a flageolet. One
figure stood out among them.
Indizuela scorned the Indian
dances of her people, but had taken
pains to learn those of the Span-
iards, and while her face showed
stolid and indifferent as she
danced, her slim body was alive
and graceful, supple as a sapling.
The others stopped dancing to ad-
mire her, and she stood alone. When
she had finished there was a burst
of applause led by the Governor.
“Ole!” he called. “Bravo, nina!
Viva la nina de los ojos negros!
Viva lo morena!” With a gallant
gesture he threw his hat at her
feet. She picked it up gravely, and
after a slight hesitation put it on her
head, did another impromptu pirou-
ette, and stood with her hands pro-
vocatively on her hips.
The Governor half rose to go to
her and claim the sombrero with
an embrace as was the custom. But
La Gobernadora, who was staring
at the performance with set jaw and
disapproving eyes, clutched him be-
fore he could rise.
“Sit down!” she commanded. “Do
not make a scene of yourself. Well
done, moza,” she called in a high
voice, with a chill smile. “Well
done, indeed.” The Governor sub-
sided automatically before he could
protest, and the Indian girl, her
face asmolder, carried the hat to
him, presenting it with a contemp-
tuous gesture.
La Perouse rose and stretched
himself delightedly.
“Magnifique!” he shouted across
the space to Fray Lasuen, who was
moving toward them with a pleased
smile. “One of the most interest-
ing performances I have ever seen!
These Indians, whom I had thought
so crude, so stupid, can really do
things, can they not?”
“Ah, Senor el Conde,” replied the
priest, “you must not underestimate
my poor children. Perhaps you
would like to come through the es-
tablishment again, and see what
they have done?” he invited eager-
ly-
La Perouse protested hastily.
“Non, non, mon pere. I have al-
ready carefully examined the Mis-
sion San Carlos, yqu will remem-
ber, and have made notes about it
all, and about you. Perhaps all Eu-
rope will some day read of this lit-
tle place, and of your good works!
Now, I am leaving you a souvenir of
our visit. It is a mill, a hand mill
upon which to grind barley. There-
by one woman can do the work of
many, instead of grinding the meal
by hand on stones as I have seen
them do here. I will have it sent
over tomorrow.”
Lasuen began an exclamation of
pleasure and gratitude. “And I
am leaving something else, aussi,
something for you, and for my host,
his Excellency, the Gouverneur.
Perhaps I am being presumptuous
in thinking there is anything you
need in this California, and I have
been wondering what it could be
that I might leave as a gift, and to
insure the fact that you, perhaps,
will not forget your French broth-
ers.”
He paused and looked about him,
beaming.
“It is two sacks of potatoes,” he
announced. “I noticed that you
have none, either that you have
planted or that grow wild. And
these we have brought from South
America. So I will leave one sack
with you, Pere Lasuen, for your
mission garden, and one for you,
Monsieur le Gouverneur, for that
garden of yours of which you are
so justly proud!”
After the Governor and his party
had ridden away from the mission,
when the Indians had retired for
the night, Fray Lasuen sat in his
cell and wrote carefully in his jour-
nal:
“This has been indeed a day of
historical importance. This day the
potato has been introduced into Cal-
ifornia.”
CHAPTER XXI
As the cavalcade of the Gover-
nor were mounting their horses to
return from the fiesta at Mission
Carmelo, Dagelet stooped for Eu-
lalia’s foot to assist her into her
saddle. Suddenly he was good-na-
turedly jostled aside by Don Pedro,
who, in sign language, made known
to the young Frenchman that he
would take care of the lady. Then,
to Eulalia’s surprise, instead of seat-
ing her on her horse, he took her
in his arms, and tossed her into his
own saddle, swung himself up be-
hind her and said, “I think I will
have you ride with me, chiquita, like
a little peasant girl, tired and
sleepy, from the fair. Que no?”
Eulalia tried to sit bolt upright
to express her outraged dignity, but
Don Pedro only pulled her closer
and there was nothing to do but
lean against him, in the circle of
his arm, and be quiet.
On they rode, silent under the
stars, with pine-needles thick be-
neath the horses’ hoofs, and startled
night birds rustling among the trees
at the disturbance. From some of
the riders came bursts of song, the
twanging of a guitar. The horse
ambled quietly, for no one seemed
in a hurry to break the spell pf the
night. Eulalia abandoned her dig-
nity, nodded and dozed.
La Perouse and Fages talked in
low tones. They spoke of La Pe-
rouse’s departure, and a little wist-
fully of his visit in California. The
Frenchman had fallen under the
spell of the country so beloved of
Pedro Fages, and would leave re-
gretfully, he told his host. And the
Governor had found a warm friend
in the genial little Frenchman, with
his quaint Spanish, learned in the
mountains of his native South of
France., among the Basques. He
“Tomorrow Night,” He Sibi-
lated, “on the Beach.”
would miss him when he was gone.
Not since Junipero Serra’s death
had there been anyone in California
with whom he felt such companion-
ship.
All these things the two men made
known to each other, with few
words, as men speak, but of pro-
found meaning, then were silent. Al-
though formal farewells would be
made later, this was the real leave-
taking between them. Fages felt
deeply the importance of the visit
of the French ships, the first for-
eigners to visit California. And he
wondered vaguely, what other peo-
ple, and ships of how many other
nations would visit the shores of the
distant province. “Ships and peo-
ple and cities,” La Perouse had
predicted. Fages pondered. So deep
was he in thought that he had not
noticed Angustias riding close be-
side him. When she spoke out of
the darkness, he started.
“On my word, Angustias, you al-
most frightened me.”
“Ai, Senor,” sniffled the woman,
“forgive me for speaking to you like
this, but there is something I want
you to do for me. It means much
to me, Excellency. A matter that
has lain sorrowfully close to my
heart for days . . .”
“Speak, then. What is it?”
“It is about Chichi. He is dying,
Don Pedro, in these fogs and cold
weather of Monterey. I have man-
aged to keep him alive so far, but
I am afraid he will die.” She sniv-
eled dismally.
“But what can I do?” asked the
Governor in dismay.
“I want to ask your permission to
give Mm to the Senor el Conde de
La Perouse,” she said. “He is go-
ing to sail from here to the tropics
I understand, where it is warm, and
a safe place for little monkeys to
dwell. Chichi would become alive
and well there.” She was tumbling
her words one over another in her
excitement. “And though it will
break my heart, I must let him go.
When el Conde reaches those trop-
ic isles, he can release Chichi, and
then . . . and then he will be happy
and well. And he will perhaps for-
get his adoring Angustias and,” she
sniffed loudly, “find him a little
monkey wife!” she ended, her voice
breaking on a high squeak.
Fages saw the need for being
firm.
“No, Angustias. You must not
ask it. Chichi has managed to live
here this long, and will not die un-
til his time comes. He would die
away from your loving care, I know.
The jungle is no place for him. And
besides, Conde de La Perouse has
his hands so full of important mat-
ters that it would not be fair to ask
him to do it. Think! He has two
great ships for which he is responsi-
ble, and many men, and machinery,
and instruments, and plants, and
food supplies, and ammunition, and
. . .’’He stopped, for he realized
he was talking to himself, and An-
guastias was crying in her shawl.
Yes, he was talking to himself, he
suddenly was aware that he was
wishing that it was Don Pedro
Fages who commanded the two
ships, and the men, and was sail-
ing away to find new worlds.
He spoke harshly, both to him-
self and the weeping woman.
“No. Out of the question. I for-
bid you to ask him, mujer.”
Angustias drifted away, sniffing
sadly.
Fages bent his head again over
the sleeping Eulalia. There was a
warm perfume from her relaxed
body, and the weight of her sagging
against him was delicious to his
senses.
“Let him have his ships, and men
bnd distant lands,” he thought. “I
have Eulalia.” He lifted his head,
and saw with eyes accustomed to
the dark the wooded hills, the more
distant mountains. He breathed the
heady odors of sea and pines that
mingled in the air, and heard the
ocean pounding restlessly on the cy-
press-decked cliffs.
“And I have my California,” he
said thankfully, lifting his face to
the stars.
At the great gate of the presidio
grounds good nights were said.
“It has been a marvelous day,”
said La Perouse almost sadly. “And
a beautiful night. I hope tomorrow
night will be as clear, for we wish
to make some astrological observa-
tions before we sail. We will not
dismantle the observatory until the
last moment.”
Angustias, about to turn into the
gate, heard him.
“So!” she murmured. “Tomor-
row night he will be on the beach at
his funny tent! Perhaps . . .” And
she whispered her hopes to herself.
“I have never been insubordinate,”
she muttered to herself. “But his
Excellency doesn’t know everything.
Especially about a woman’s heqrt,”
she added grimly.
At the door of the palacio Don
Pedro lifted Eulalia from his horse
and carried her into the house.
CHAPTER XXII
So the next morning Eulalia went
about her preparations for depar-
ture.
Tears of self-pity blinded her as
she packed. Lonely, insulated from
the world in this most remote and
desolate of the King’s colonies, with
nothing to look forward to but more
loneliness, as the years passed; per-
haps more children; and at last the
final desolation of being laid in the
Campo Santo of the Mission. Car-
melo That was her life. For she
was sure now nothing would ever
happen to call Pedro Fages away
from California. There were no
more troubles with the Franciscans,
and El Gobernador served his King
too well in this colony where few
men wished to come and bury them-
selves to be recalled by the Crown.
Her jewels were already stored
away in their case, and she was
sorting out her clothes. Weeping,
and recounting her grievances to
herself, she filled a great leather
chest, and as she sat on the lid to
close it, a thought came that made
her gasp with dismay. She could
never get this bulky thing to the
beach. There was no safe way of
sending it . . . she couldn’t carry
it. For a moment she sat there,
then a beautiful idea came to her.
She would make a bundle of her
clothes, then she would dress in a
peasant dress, like Indizuela, carry
the bundle on her head, and bare-
footed, slip down to the beach in
the dusk, her face covered by a con-
cealing rebozo. She might escape
unnoticed, for Pedro Fages was
sending loads of provisions as a
farewell present to his friends the
French explorers, and many Indi-
ans were being pressed into service.
She giggled excitedly, hopped
from the chest, opened it and gath-
ering as many things as she could,
piled them into a heap, then tied
them in a blanket. She tried to lift
the bundle, but could not budge it
from the floor. Sighing impatient-
ly, she began discarding heavier
things, and at last had a weight that
she could lift.
She wept again as she discarded
the lovely gowns of brocade, vel-
vet, satin and lace. Eloping was
not so easy, after all. She had
dreamed she could flee, unencum-
bered by baggage or impedimenta,
to the waiting arms of an impatient
and potential lover, but here she
was struggling with bulky bulgy
bundles of clothes, like a washer-
woman.
All her lovely clothes! But then,
she thought with satisfaction, the
expedition would no doubt stop at
the Filipino Islands, and there, in
Manila, a real capital, she could
buy new raiment. It would be bet-
ter that way, for it was only too
probable that her clothes, which she
had had for more than three years,
were demode, and in Manila she
would find lovely things from Paris.
She lifted the load to her head,
and experimented with a few steps.
Yes, she could do it. She looked
at herself in her mirror, and swayed
there, her hands on her hips. In
the mirror she saw the face of her
baby, staring at her in amazement.
Hastily she dropped the bundle
and whirled on the child. The baby’s
Indian nurse came hurrying in after
her, and stooped to pick up the
child, but Eulalia stopped her.
“Wait!” she cried. She sank to
her knees and held her arms out to
the baby enticingly.
“Come, come to Mother, dar-
ling!” she cooed.
The baby only stared at Eulalia,
nonplussed by such behavior on the
part of the lady who generally ig-
nored her good-naturedly.
“Darling, please, my little dar-
ling, come to Mother . . . won’t
you?”
The nurse stood stolidly by, a
jealous warmth in her dull eyes.
At last the baby, finger in mouth,
sidled to the nurse and buried her
face in the woman’s skirts.
Eulalia rose to her feet.
“Take her out of here!” she de-
manded imperiously.
The nurse hugged the child close
to her and hurried out of the room.
“There, you see?” said La Gob-
ernadora to the Madonna who was
smiling sadly at her. “You see?
She does not love me at all! She
never comes near me! She prefers
that black Indian woman, and her
father! You see? It will never make
the slightest difference to her wheth-
er I stay here or not.”
She paced back and forth the
length of the dirt floor.
“As for young Pedro, he pever
sees me! He is with his father all
the time. He cares only for him,
and for his pony. Will he miss me?
Does he need me? No, of course not.
Absurd! No one wants me, no one
needs me ... I am going away
...” She cast herself on the bundle
of clothes and wept.
“I am going away . . . and no
one will care ... I am going so
far ... on the ocean! 1 will be
seasick, Oh, Dios mio!” She turned
toward the Madonna and held out
her arms.
“Please, Our Lady of the Seas,
make the ocean smooth, please, oh,
please!”
After a while she sat herself at a
table to write a note to her hus-
band.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Chinese Use Brutal Trapping Methods
to Capture the Fur-Bearing Animals
Game laws mean very little in
China. In the more remote sec-
tions, where trapping is carried on
extensively, the operators use
bombs and poison to make their
catches although this form of hunt-
ing is forbidden by law, but there
are no wardens to enforce the pro-
vision, notes a writer in the Detroit
News.
The Chinese hunter has many bru-
tal methods of capturing wild ani-
mals which are just as injurious as
the steel-jawed spring traps used
by his American and European col-
leagues.
Thousands of animals suffer the
torments of a lingering death in
Szechuan and neighboring Tibet in
a foot noose trap set in a runway
and fastened to a bent-down sapling
in such a way that, when the ani-
mal puts its foot into the fatal ring
and springs the trigger, the noose
tightens up, yanking the wretched
victim into the air where it hangs
suspended by one leg till death frees
it from suffering. This type is used
primarily in capturing the male lit-
tle musk deer to secure the musk
pod used only in the manufacture of
perfumes, but more often than aot
it catches the female musk deer,
the tufted deer and other small wild
animals which are of little or’no
valud. This trap is perhaps the
most brutal and wasteful in use.
The more humane means em-
ployed in China is the deadfall,
which is a heavy log raised from
the ground in such a way as to fall
on the quarry when it releases a
cleverly set trigger. This is used
extensively in the Manchurian for-
ests where there are many kinds of
fur-bearing animals. The set-gun
is also employed and usually kills
instantly but is extremely danger-
ous to a person walking along the
runway on which it is set.
Origin of Word Vaudeville
The name “vaudeville” is a cor-
ruption of the French Vau de Vire,
a picturesque locality in Normandy,
where a number of popular humor-
ous songs were written in the Fif-
teenth century.
UNIFORM INTERNATIONAL
SUNDAY I
chool Lesson
By REV. HAROLD L. LUNDQUIST.
Dean of the Moody Bible Institute
of Chicago.
© Western Newspaper Union.
Lesson for May 8
CO-OPERATING IN SERVICE
LESSON TEXT—Mark 9:30-41.
GOLDEN TEXT—For he that is not
against us is on our part.—Mark 9:40.
PRIMARY TOPIC—When We Want to Be
First.
JUNIOR TOPIC—Not in Our Class.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR TOPIC—
Working with Others for Christ.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC—
Co-operating in Service.
That there is strength in united
and co-operative effort is a truth so
obvious that in the affairs of the
home and of the office we would not
attempt to make progress with “a
house divided against itself.” But
with strange and destructive incon-
sistency some who are engaged in
the propagation of the Christian
faith, and often the very folk who
speak much of love and fellow-
ship and sacrificial service, fight one
another with cunning and often bit-
terness of spirit, and all in the
name of Christ whom they profess
to serve.
No one who is awake to the real
issue involved would ask any true
believer to co-operate in Christian
work with those who, while holding
the name and outward symbols of
the followers of Christ, deny His
deity and His Word. But surely
there is need for loving co-operation
between all those who truly love
the Lord, who believe in Him and
in His Word.
I. A Dispute by the Way (w. SO-
34).
Jesus had taken His disciples
from the Mount of Transfiguration
by secluded roads through Galilee
so that He might instruct them in
the all-important truths regarding
His death and resurrection. One
could hardly conceive of a more
propitious arrangement for their
growth both in knowledge and grace.
Did they profit by it? No; they
not only did not understand what
He told them but they used their
time to dispute “among themselves
who should be the greatest” (v. 34).
Possibly James, Peter, and John
were a bit puffed up by their ex-
perience on the Mount, or perhaps
the others were jealous because
Jesus had taken them with Him.
Or perchance it was just another
unprovoked expression of the sinful
pride that is so close to the surface
of the human heart and mind.
II. An Example of Humility (vv.
35-37).
“True greatness consists
not in attaining the first place in
the notice and praise of the world,
not in being served by many, but in
being willing to stoop down to a
humble place, not for the sake of
self-effacement, not in timid diffi-
dence, but in order to serve others
for the sake of Christ” (Erdman).
Note carefully that it is the receiv-
ing of a little one in the name of
Christ that brings to us the glory of
His presence with us. Every deed
of kindness and love is commend-
able and has its own reward, but
there is a vast difference between
it and humble service in the name
and for the glory of Christ.
III. A Lesson in Co-operation (w.
38-41).
John, quick to apprehend spiritual
truth, sees in the teaching of Christ
concerning the little child the con-
demnation of something he had
done. “ ‘If indeed it be true that to
receive a child, an ordinary every-
day child, is to receive Christ, and
to receive God,’ said John within
himself, ‘what did I do when I for-
bade that man who in the Name
was casting out a demon?’ Verily,
the light had broken in upon him.”
The man who casts out demons,
or who gives the disciple of Jesus
a cup of water, in His name—that is
with true faith in Christ, and in His
power, and for His glory—must be a
believer. He may not belong to our
group or circle, he may not speak
our language, he may not use our
methods, but if he is serving Christ
we should not forbid him or speak
evil of him. God has at times
called a man to witness for Him,
who has done so in a manner dis-
tasteful to others, and these in turn
have aligned themselves against
him and hindered his full usefulness
in the gospel. One of the great evan-
gelists of the last generation used
methods which shocked many church
folk. They stood against him, and
yet that man was used 'to win hosts
of business and professional men
that the church had scarcely
touched, into earnest Christian tes-
timony and service which continues
to this day. You and I may not like
one another’s appearance, or voice,
or methods, but let us love and co-
operate with one another for
Christ’s sake!
The Word of God
The word of God will stand a
thousand readings; and he who has
gone over it most frequently is the
surest of finding new wonders there.
—J. Hamilton.
Good Intentions
Good intentions are at least the
seed of good actions.—Sir William
Temple.
Even as Christ
True lorgiveness is a very strong
virtue.
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Cleaving a great diamond is a
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be done with the grain of the
stone, which is sometimes difficult
to determine, even after a year’s
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