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1938
Friday, March 25, 1938
THE MERIDIAN TRIBUNE
PAGE THREE
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In Spanish-governed California of 1783
a conflict between Church and State is
represented by two friendly enemies,
frail old Fray Junipero Serra, Francis-
can 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, he
refuses his aid toward founding the San-
ta- Barbara Mission. In Mexico City,
Dona Eulalia, accompanied by her du-
enna, Augustias, arrives at the embassy
in response to a letter from her husband,
Don Pedro. She agrees to go to Califor-
nia. Don Pedro sends for Serra, telling
him that two priests are on their way
from Mexico with Eulalia and young Pe-
dro and that he is leaving to meet them.
Fages engages a young Indian girl, Indi-
zuela, as maid for Eulalia. Eulalia sails
from San Blas. It is a desolate trip.
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From the port of Loreto, a ‘large caval-
cade loaded with Eulalia’s party starts
out for" the long overland trip. Eulalia,
accustomed to luxury and comfort, bit-
terly regrets having been persuaded to
come. The two priests, . Fray Mariano
and Fray Bartolomeo, call on her and
arouse her suspicions as to their genu-
ineness As the cavalcade stops at vari- along the branches above them; or
ous missions, Eulalia .hears rumors of I 21 ,
the approach of her husband./ While | great -grizzly bears crash through
Don Pedro plans a great fiesta to wel-the brush rear on startled hind
come his wife, Eulalia plans her cos- legs, and go clumsily and swiftly
tume. Don Pedro prepares the great f
fiesta and welcomes his beautiful wife away
and young son . Eulalia is toasted as the | This was blissful Eden to the Gov-
Queen of the Californias. On the long ernor of California To him each
journey to Monterey, the reunited couple . ,
are royally entertained at the Presidio day was a perfect jewel, polished;
at San Diego/ Eulalia disapproves of the
democratic relations of Don Pedro and
his people. Pleading weariness in the
midst of the feast she leaves.
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The Governor had risen to his
feet, his face congested with varied
emotions. Across from him Father
Lasuen stood and looked at him
with a white face.
“Why, your Excellency!” he
stammered. “’Your Excellency!
What means this? Are these men
priests? Franciscans?”
Fages nodded shortly, and looked
at the table.,
Lasuen wrung his hands, as the
rest of the company sat silent, look-
ing at the two. “But, Don Pedro,
are those the two for whom Holy
Father Serra has prayed day and
night for months? If they are. Fray
Fermi Lasuen, it is Satan and not
Heaven who has sent them. With
them came dispatches from the Fer-
nandine College in Mexico City say-
ing they were being sent to Califor-
nia as a punishment for their sins.
And the report went on to say that
they were the scandal of the college,
had broken every rule, committed
every sin, petty or grand, even to
scaling the walls of the dormitory
and going abroad in the city at
night, scarcely on deeds of virtue
bent.”
“My poor Brother Junipero!”
grieved Lasuen.
Fages sighed heavily; all the
heartiness had fled from his man-
ner.
“I find I am too tired to discuss
this further tonight. If you will ex-
cuse me, I will retire now. Per-
haps a new sun will bring a new
light to my problems. Buenas
noches!”
Once in her quarters, the control
that had® held La Gobernadora in
leash vanished.
She paced the narrow floor, she
wept; Angustias stood by helplessly.
“Did you hear him, Angustias?
How did he dare speak to me that
way! Ordering me about as though
I were a slave, an Indian! Oh, how
can I live? Oh, Angustias, what shall
I do? Where shall I go? Here I
am, a helpless prisoner, tied to a
brute of a husband, in this terrible
place. Oh, my God, Angustias, say
something, I can’t stand this .
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I shall lose my mind . . .”
She fell across the bed sobbing.
Angustias went to her.
“Now, nina, now, now. Come. If
Don Pedro scolded you, it is only
because he loves you so much. You
mustn’t behave this way. In the
condition you are in . . .”
The lady whirled on her.
"What do you know about my con-
dition? What do you mean?"
“There, there. I know. You are
going to have a baby. There, there.”
She was trying to loose her mis-
tress’ hair.
. “Ai, ai de mi! How did you
know?”
“Oh, I observe things, my Lady.
You are sad, listless. And you have
circles beneath your eyes. You are
a little sallow, too.”
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CHAPTER X
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' The King’s Highway was a royal
road indeed, as the Governor’s par-
ty traveled northward. It wound
from mission to mission, around roll-
ing hills, along the sea, or veered
deeply inland to cross cienagas
where willow-bordered streams sped
to the sea through groves of live-
oaks and sycamores.
VI
La Primavera, the Springtime,
flew before them, strewing the way
with such myriads of wild-flowers
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: es
that the fields and hills seemed
aflame.
Golden poppies, purple lupin and
hyacinth, wild cyclamen, lavender
and white, tiny wild blossoms
splotched with gold and blue, spread
the earth like a rich carpet woven
on a Persian loom.
The soldiers slipped flowers be-"
neath their hats, over one ear.
Pedro the Younger decked the head-
stall of his burro with clusters that
nodded like plumes on a knight’s
charger. Often the Governor him-
self would stop the whole caval-
cade to gather a posy for La Gober-
nadora; lupin and wild roses, or
tiny yellow violets. She would smile,
and tuck them in the bosom of her
dress or in her hair.
Eulalia had struggled against the
spell that La Primavera wove round
her, fought against succumbing to
its drugging influence. But gradu-
ally the sweetness, the peace, the
sheer beauty overcame her, and she
found herself riding in a state of
relaxed comfort, not happiness, not
unhappiness.
Sometimes at night, at their sun-
down camping-places, they would
share a spring with wild deer;
mountain lions would lie prone
‘‘I Shall Lose My Mind.”
complete; rich with every color of
the rainbow, sparkling, radiant in
setting of burnished golden sun-
shine. Every morning he breathed
the fresh beauty, and every night
vowed that, even if the sun should
never rise again, the beauty of the
day that was passing had been suf-
ficient for all time.
He grieved a little at each day’s
passing, for the next brought him a
day nearer to the cares and worries
that awaited him at Monterey. The
characters of Fray Mariano Rubi,
and Fray Bartolome Gili grew even
less impressive as the journey con-
tinued, and Don Pedro was forced
to the conclusion that the founding
of the Mission Santa Barbara would
have to be abandoned.
The inevitable conflict with Juni-
pero Serra troubled him deeply. At
each of the missions, San Juan Cap-
istrano and San Gabriel Arcangel,
where they had stopped he had been
told that the Padre Presidente, trav-
eling alone except for the patient
Pio, had made a visitation. At San
Gabriel he had been grievously ill,
at death’s door. But he had ral-
lied, and gone limping on his way.
This alarmed, annoyed the Gov-
ernor. .He had issued an edict that
the missionaries should not travel
alone, that they should have at least
one soldier for escort. This order
the Reverend Father had evidently
seen fit to overlook. That would be
another disagreeable problem to
discuss with Fray Junipero.
Pedro Fages sighed, and tugged
at his beard as he apprehended
the endless discussions, evasions
and bitterness he was bound to en-
counter.
Ambling slowly along, deep in
cogitation, the Governor was star-
tled when two members of his com-
pany dashed by him on their mules,
and he caught sight of their brown
robes streaming in the breeze they
made.
“Ai, those two!” he exclaimed,
and took after Fray Rubi and Fray
Gili. Before he reached them, they
had dismounted by an Indian maid-
en walking in the tall yellow mus-
tard by the roadside. She wore noth-
ing at all but a big basket balanced
on her shining black head and a tiny
apron of rushes.
At sight of the two monks she
giggled, and made as though to slip
away from them. Just as Don Pe-
dro reached the spot, the two were
trying to detain her in a most un-
priestly manner.
The Governor raised his whip and
roared.
“Oh, your Excellency!” babbled
the monks, one after the other.
“See, she is naked, poor little child.
A naked heathen! We’ wish to con-
vert her, baptize her, here, at once!
See, she is naked—”
“I see,” said the Governor grave-
ly.
The rest of the cavalcade ap-
proached and La Gobernadora drew
to her husband’s side.
“What is it?” she asked, then
catching sight of the girl, gasped.
“Ah!” she breathed. “Ah! A-ah!”
She glanced swiftly at her husband.
He was looking at the girl, smiling
absently.
“She is naked,” said Eulalia,
“quite naked!”
“Exactly. Nearly as bare as my
hand, as far as I can see. Pretty
little savage, isn’t she?”
“She—” Eulalia broke out violent-
ly. Then she changed her course
of action.
“Poor little thing,” she mur-
mured. Don Pedro turned to her in
amazement. “Poor little thing,” the
lady repeated,. “I must give her
something to wear. Pedro, I must
have some of my trunks. Have
them brought here to me, please. I
must clothe this poor wild child. My
duty to your people begins right
here and now."
“But, my dear!” expostulated the
Governor. “You can not do this
foolish thing! She does not need to
be clothed. Her—her—well, her
nakedness is covered. She is all
right as she is.”
| “No, she is not. She must be
| clothed. My chests—"
“Eulalia, if she needs clothes—”
“If she neads clothes! Look at
her.” .
“1 ‘ am looking at her. If she
wants clothes she can go to the mis-
sion, become a Christian, and have-
raiment given her. That is what
L the missions are for.”
| Eulalia smiled sweetly.
“Perhaps. But 1 can not resist
the temptation to grasp this oppor-
tunity to do an act of charity. Will
you please have them bring up my
j chests, or will I have to have An-
I gustias do it?”
“Very well, I will,” replied Don
| Pedro grimly. “But remember this.
In Monterey there are no shops,
no mantua-makers. No places to
buy clothes, or materials,, no one
to make them. The supply ship
comes twice a year with goods for
the presidio store, stuff for the sol-
diers’ women. Cotton goods, I don’t
know what you call them, but I
know you never wear. them. And
there is no telling when, if ever, you
will get any new clothes when these
are gone. Do you under stand?"
La Gobernadora stared at him
speechless. No shops? No silks nor
satins? No shops?
“I do not believe you! You never
told me this before. You mean to
say that in the capital of all the
Californias there is nothing to buy,
and nowhere to buy it? In the cap-
ital?” Her voice was rising danger-
ously, and those about her moved
away, pretending elaborately not to
hear. When the Governor spoke it
was in a low but telling tone.
The Indian girl still stood uncon-
cernedly in the center of the group,
one hand on a tawny hip, the bas-
ket still balanced on her head, and
eyed the white man on the horse.
The two frailes leered at her avidly
and whispered.
“That is just what I do mean.
I should think you would know that
without . my telling you. If you
still persist in giving away your
raiment/ however, you may. But
you will, see that Monterey is—is
Monterey.”
Eulalia was thoroughly alarmed,
apprehensive, but stubborn. Don
Pedro gave some brief orders. Soon
the boxes were unloaded from the
pack-burros who rolled and snorted
in the grasses and wild-flowers when
their burdens were removed.
The lady and Angustias dismount-
ed and began opening the boxes. An-
gustias’ face bristled with an ex-
pression of disgust, but she forbore
to make any remarks. Carefully she
looked over the clothing, handsome
things of costly stuffs and rich col-
Old Art of Making Furniture by Hand
Is Followed by Craftsmen in Bermuda
The deftness of the early settlers
in Bermuda in making household
furniture from wood of the cedar
trees they found growing on the is-
lands is preserved today, three cen-
turies later in many of their de-
scendants, writes a Hamilton, Ber-
muda, correspondent in the New
York Times.
While many Bermuda homes con-
tain pieces of antique furniture
fashioned by the hands of men who
fought against the sea to gain a
foothold on the jagged coral shore,
they also can show tables, chairs
and bedsteads made by contempo-
rary residents which follow closely
old designs and methods of the
workmanship of the colonists.
Little of the work is done pro-
fessionally, because American and
British furniture may be purchased
comparatively cheaply. But the joy
of the craftsman, inherited through
several generations, manifests it-
self in the pride that is expressed in
this typical Bermuda hobby. Only
old cedar wood is used—wood that
is thoroughly dead, dry and aged.
For this reason, beams and sup-
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ors. But Eulalia piled them on the
ground impatiently.
Silently, from among the bushes
and trees, other Indians made their
stealthy appearances, and when Eu-
lalia glanced up, she saw she was
surrounded by a ring of girls and
men in breech-clouts.
“Ugh!” she exclaimed, “Angus-
tias, look at them! Give them some-
thing, quickly, for the love of God!”
Nearer and nearer the tempting
goods circled the natives. One
youth, with a wild whoop, snatched
at a red velvet skirt, and dis-
appeared. The others followed his
example, and all was confusion.
“Pedro, stop them! They will take
anything,” cried the lady.
But the Governor sat his horse,
laughing.
Angustias was struggling with the
screaming giggling girls when the
Governor cracked his riding whip
with a curt phrase in Indian dia-
lect, and the Indians fled with their
plunder. The last one to fade out
of sight, with a derisive grimace, and
an Indian phrase that made the Gov-
ernor chuckle, was the little original
sin, the Indian maid who had caused
the ado. Proudly she flourished her
booty, one string of beads.
Don Pedro dismounted and assist-
ed his wife to her saddle with great
gentleness. Her face was stony.
“Eulalia,” said he in a low voice,
‘-‘Eulalia, my dear.” But the lady
rode on in a significant silence.
A resolution was forming in her
mind. Once at Monterey she would
escape. When the supply ship
reached the port she would go
aboard, and return to Mexico. She
might have to wait, this child might
arrive before the ship. But if not,
better to have the child born at
sea, than in this barbarous country.
Better death from drowning, or
the pangs of seasickness, than stay-
ing here. If her husband would
come with her, well enough. If not
—well, she would go anywav.
Making up her mind to this
course, she felt better, stronger, and
was busy devising ways and means
when the Commandante of Presidio
of Santa Barbara, Lieutenant Orte-
ga, came thundering toward them
with a party of soldiery.
The Governor and Don Jose Fran-
cisco Ortega greeted' each other
with punctilio, and the lady was
presented. To her delight, the sol-
dier stooped to her stirrup, and tak-
ing her dusty foot in his hand, kissed
it. Then he looked up at her.
“Senora la Gobernadora!” he sa-
luted her. “Welcome a thousand
times to California, and the Presidio
of Santa Barbara! You are as wel-
come as the spring, that travels with
you. Since it was known you were
coming, everything has changed.
You are needed, Lady, in California.
We have been a land of men long
enough. We are all your servants,
humbly waiting for you to command
us.”
Eulalia bowed deeply to him, and
offered her hand. The Comman-
dante kissed that. “Do you desire
dainties for your table?” He con-
tinued, “We will scour the moun-
tains for the rarest game, plumb the
ocean for the finest fishes. Do you
wish wild fruits or berries? We will
find them. Do you wish skins and
pelts for your house or yourself?
We will slay the finest fur-bearing
animals for you. The finest horses
are yours to ride, the most docile
Indians are your serfs, and we sol-
diers, all a loyal body-guard!”
Eulalia beamed. “Ah, Lieutenant
Ortega, you flatter me!”
“No! A thousand times, no! I tell
you, Senora la Gobernadora, I am
as happy as a king here, but I find
it in my heart to envy one man.
And that man is.Pedro Fages. Not
because he is the Governor of .the
Californias, but because he is the
husband of your Excellency.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)
ports of old houses, during course
of demolishment, are eagerly sought
by amateur cabinet-makers.
This wood is extremely hard and
a great deal of time and care are
expended in manufacture of the fur-
niture. Calloused hands-—for many
use only a sharp penknife—are the
reward. The old gnarled cedar,
however, is replete with fine knot
holes.
Polish is never used in the finish-
ing of the furniture. But wax and
.oil, used in small quantities, gives a
rich, dull finish and, in addition,
preserves the pungent fragrance of
the cedar. After years of use, the
pieces acquire a polish of their
own through the mere process of
the weekly rub down.
Dangerous Amazon River Fish
The piranha is noted for its sav-
agery and will attack any warm-
blooded creature. It has a double
row of shark-like teeth which are
capable of cutting off a human fin-
ger at a single bite, A school of
these fish will attack a man and
kill him in a few moments.
THIS
WEEK
By LEMUEL F. PARTON
NEW YORK.—Among his com-
1 panions in barnstorming, Glenn
L. Martin was: known as “The
Dude,” although his carefully tai-
Martin Had
Get-Up of
Mortician
lored flying suits
were always
black, including
their elaborate
braid trimmings.
His somewhat mortuary get-up and
behavior gave an impression of
great conservatism, and it is not
surprising that he got backing from
the bankers when other aviators
failed.
A few months ago, he said his
Glenn L. Martin company, of Balti-
more, making planes, had a back-
log Of $15,500,000.
He told the house naval af-
fairs committee there should be
a 100 per cent increase in air
armaments, that foreign nations
are spending ten times as much
as the United States. He would
build a 250,000-pound bomber,
carrying 30 men and a 4,000-
pound bomb load 11,000 miles.
In 1912, this writer saw him put
an inflated inner tube around his
neck, strap a compass on his leg
'and take off to sea, at Avalon bay,
Los Angeles, in a flying laundry
wagon on which he had rigged a
single wooden pontoon. He was
bound for Catalina island, 20 miles
away. It looked like suicide.
He not only made it, but picked
up again at Catalina and finished
Round Trip
Sea Flight -
Is Success
the round trip,
blanking Bleriot,
whose flight over
the British chan-
nel was a one-way
excursion. He had made the plane
in an abandoned church,
The flight got him world atten-
tion. Then he staged a plane coyote
hunt, dropped a ball into a catcher’s
mitt and a bouquet into the arms
of a beauty contest queen.
This air extravaganza did not
last long. In 1913, he built and
sold two model TT war planes
to the army, and has been build-
ing fighting craft ever since,
with the exception of trans-Pa-
cific Clippers.
He grew up in Mackburg, Iowa,
built a pusher plane in his back-
yard and flew it in' 1908. He is
fifty-two.
WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN;
in his seersucker suit and his
rumpled hat, frequently looked as
if he had been sleeping under a
Bryan, Jr.,
Fastidious
About Dress
bridge, especially
in the midst of a
hard campaign.
His son, William
Jennings Bryan,
Jr., is fussy about his dress, severe-
ly and fastidiously groomed, with
a jaunty little moustache and a nice
collection of malacca sticks, sports
clothes, and varied haberdashery.
He is in the news now as he be-
comes collector of customs at the
port of Los Angeles, his first recog-
nition by the California Democracy,
in whose vineyard he has labored
for years.
When his father laid down his
staff and scrip at Dayton, Tenn.,
he picked from the legacy, only
two things—free silver and anti-
evolution. He is quite unmoved
by oratory, speaking with calm,
legalistic precision, with no gift
for the resounding or oracular.
He has made spirited forays
against this or that, notably Upton
Will Speak
Good Word
for Silver
Sinclair’s “Epic”
heresy of 1934, but
with no such im-
passioned fervor
as that which in-
spired his father. But, when oc-
casion offers, he puts in a word for
silver, or against evolution.
After the Dayton trial and his fa-
ther’s death, he made a knightly
vow that his lance always should
be leveled against this ignoble the-
ory of man’s origin. But nobody
seems to be bringing that up now.
The argument is shifting to where
man is going.
He attended the University of Ne-
braska three years, studied law at
Georgetown university, went to Ari-
zona on account of his wife’s health,
and practiced law, first in Arizona
and then in Los Angeles. He is
fifty years old.
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Fish With Rainbow Hues
A rainbow fish, one of the most
beautiful fishes in the world, was
recently captured off the coast of
Portland, in southern Victoria. Only
two specimens of this rare fish have
been caught in sixty years, both off
the same coast. The rainbow fish
deserves its name, at least when
alive. It soon loses its brilliant
coloring after death. Rainbow hues
—red, crimson, purple, bright yel-
low and brown-green—seem to glow
on the body, head and fins. Closely
related to the parrot-fishes, the rain-
bow fish is a wrasse, and frequents
reefs. The male, more gaily col-
ored than his mate, is further dis.
tinguished by tall frontal spines.
Why Not Fix Those Sagging Springs?
C’PRINGS in furniture seldom
O break. The twine that holds
them does break and webbing
wears out throwing the springs
out of position.
To set the springs you will need
a ball of twine and a needle such
as used by the upholsterer,
enough webbing to replace the old,
tacks 5s-inch long with large
heads, a block of wood for stretch-
ing the webbing, a tack hammer
and a tack lifter. Remove the cover
from the seat carefully so that it
may either be used again or
serve as a pattern. Most of the
padding may also be used. Ob-
serve how each layer of material
is fastened in place, so that you
may put it back the same way.
Remove the springs and all old
tacks. Tack the first strip of web-
bing to one edge of the bottom of
the frame, letting the end extend
12 inch beyond the edge, then
fold the end over the first tacks
and tack again as at A. Draw
the webbing across the frame us-
ing the block of wood as a lever
to stretch webbing taut as at B.
When all the strips have been
stretched and tacked across the
frame one way, stretch strips of
webbing across the other way
weaving these over and under the
first ones as at C. Now, sew the
bottom of each spring to the Web-
bing with the upholsterer’s twine
and curved needle as shown in
this diagram. i
Next, turn the frame right side
up, drive tacks part way in along
the edges; then tie the springs
across each way with upholster-
er’s twine as shown in diagram C.
The twine is tied to the tacks
and to each spring and regulates
the height of the springs—the out-
side edges usually being lower
than the center to make a rounded
top. When the springs are regu-
lated evenly, drive the tacks in;
then replace burlap or muslin cov-
erings and padding.
Have you seen Mrs. Spears’
book SEWING for the home dec-
Simple Patch Makes
This Quilt Block
Pattern 1583.
Get out your scrap bag and get
ready to start your Calico Cat
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its colorfulness. Use it orr a pil-
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which serves as a guide for plac-
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yardage chart; diagram of quilt
to help arrange blocks for single
and double bed size.
Send 15 cents in stamps or coins
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Riches and Strength
Men seem neither to understand
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to learn and labor truly to get his
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