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H "% • • • OX* m IT C Virginia Stivers: Bartlett Uirquua Stiuers Dart Lett r- h h CHAPTER XVlll—Continued —ls— La Perouse continued in Spanish, "it was a surprise to find such luxury in your palais de adobe. It was a surprise to find such wine and such brandy as this, and,” rais ing his glass to La Gobernadora, "it was a surprise and a great pleas ure to find the palais, or perhaps I should say the hotel de viile with such a chatelaine! Such grace, and if I may be pardoned for speaking so frankly, such beauty, such ele gance could scarcely be found in the court of Louis XVI himself, or of your own sovereign, Charles of Spain! But to find it here! Madame! But of course you know how fortu nate you are. Monsieur le Gouver neur, to have . . . how do you call her, La Gobernadora? , . . here in the wilderness with you! I envy you, parbleu, I do. You are like the first man and the first woman, Ad am and Eve, in this Paradise; your life here must be a perpetual honey moon!” EulaUa smiled, with sidelong glances at the two Frenchmen. She studied them carefully. Such fi nesse! Such fine clothes! And from those curled perukes she was sure there came a faint perfume, very faint to be sure, and very mascu line. but unmistakable. Those neat breeches, and buckled shoes. She studied her husband. Why had she not trimmed his beard that day? And why had she not insisted that he come and change his clothes 'ctfore the distinguished Frenchmen came ashore? That leather jacket, and those stained leather breeches . . . dusty boots. She shuddered. Ugh, and that faint odor of horses that clung around him always. She sighed deeply. “Yes,” La Perouse was saying to the Governor, “we have with us on this expedition astronomers, philoso phers, meteorologists, watchmakers, cartographers, every sort of scien tist you can imagine. With your permission we will make a camp near here, and set up a laboratory. There are many things here we wish to study, as well as the In dians, their habits, physical charac teristics, and religions.” Eulalia saw her husband lean for ward eagerly, with the expression on his face that told her he would soon launch into a lengthy, and to her, uninteresting discourse on his favorite subject, California. She looked at young Dagelet. brooding before the fire, untouched by the spate of unfamiliar Spanish that flowed around him. She moved closer. “You are very quiet, Monsieur." Dagelet started. “I am at a disadvantage, Ma dame, because of my ignorance of your language. But you speak mine so beautifully it would be a charity on your part to talk with me.” "What can I say? I have nothing to tell. There is nothing to talk about in this God-forsaken and lone ly country. And I have been here so long that I can hardly remember what the world . , . my world . . . is like. Tell me!” she demanded eagerly. At the emotion in her voice Dage let leaned toward her and spoke softly. “I can hardly imagine, Madame, that you are out of touch with the world. One would not believe it to look at you. But what shall I tell you? Os politics? Wars and rumors of wars? The theater? Opera? Gos sip? Scandal?” The lady’s eyes sparkled, and her lips curved in an enchanted smile. "Gossip!” she demanded. “Scan dal!” So while Pedro Fages and the Comte de La Perouse talked of stars and tides, flora and fauna, horses and ships and men, La Gobernadora and young Dagelet talked of modes and manners, the gayest whim of the Queen of France, the newest actress to set Paris by the ears, the brightest songbird to be the toast of the jeunesse dore. “I am sorry I can tell you nothing of your own city, Barcelona, Ma dame. but hope Paris interests you.” “Ah. Paris! I have been there! 1 love the place . . .” “Every woman does. Every wit ty, charming lovely woman any where in the world," dared Dagelet. “So you have enjoyed my gossip, my news? Remember, it is not real ly news, for we have been nearly a year on this cruise since we sailed from France.” Eulalia raised melancholy eyes to him. “But you are going back to your country, your beloved Paris, some time. But I, I never shall re turn to my home. I shall die here some day, and be buried in the mis sion graveyard, and forgotten, with out ever really having lived.” Tears were in her voice, and very near her eyes. Dagelet stirred toward her as though to touch the hand that lay so close to him, with palm upturned appealingly. “Ah. no. Madame! Do not speak so! There must be some hope that you will. It would be wicked for you to waste your life in a rough out post like this, a place fit only for men, and strong men. used to dan ger! Why do you stay?” Eulalia was about to speak, but noticed the young man's eyes stray ing from her suddenly. Indizuela had silently entered the room, and was picking up the empty glasses. La Gobernadora spoke sharply. “No one called you, moza. Leave the room.” The girl looked somber ly at the Governor, sliding her eyes over the two Frenchmen. “Ah!” said the Count. “What a specimen!” "Isn’t she?” said the Governor. "One of our finest.” The men watched Indizuela as she sidled slowly and insolently out of the room, while Eulalia clung to her outraged dignity with clenched hands. Later, Eulalia was conscious of speaking farewells as her husband departed to escort the travelers to their long-boat, tor they would spend the night aboard their ship. Then she hurried into her room and picked up her tiring glass. She stroked the color that still flamed in her cheeks. For a few minutes she looked into her own eyes. Then she put the mirror down and, lift ing the sweeping lengths of flowered brocade that made her skirt, danced a slow minuet with her shadow, to an air she had heard years ago in Paris. CHAPTER XIX Pedro Fages looked with awe and curiosity at the collection of eso teric instruments scattered around the tent which La Perouse had had erected on the beach for a labora tory. “You will pardon me, Senor el Conde,” he said with a twinkle, “but Her Horse Slid on Its Haunches Straight Down the Bank. these look strange to me. I have not found such things necessary in my study of this country and peo ple.” The French scientist straightened up from the microscope into which he had been peering, and laughed as he stretched himself. His place at the instrument was immediately taken by a pale lank-haired scholar who adjusted it to his sight with the loving care of a fanatic. “And how do you study them, mon ami?” he asked. The Governor looked puzzled. “I do not really know. I just live with the country, and the people. And if the things that they do seem odd to me, I take them for granted, ask them no questions. But I feel as though I know and understand them. As for the country, I know I understand it. Oh, I don’t mean your botanical names and terms. But I know an oak tree, a syca more. an alder when I see it. I know the birds , . . but all by lit tle Spanish names that would seem strange to you ... I know the animals and their habits . . “In fact you know much more than I and my two shiploads of scientists would ever know with all their in struments if they stayed here a quarter of a century.” The two men strolled away from the tent, and the Governor rolled La Perouse a cigarette from his supply of cornhusks and tobacco. The Frenchman inhaled deeply. “You must give me some of these to take with me,” he said. “Now I have here a list of things I was to ask you.” He looked over some notes. “Hum-m-m. These were some questions that the medical profes sion was interested in. The answers will no doubt be simple for you. What is the relation of the color of the skin of the natives to the fluids in their bodies?” The Governor took his cigarette from his mouth and stared at his questioner, with open mouth. “How should I know?” he said at last. “How should . . .” "How should you indeed! Hum. That is ona question our medical brethren will nave to find out for themselves. Revenons a nos mou tons . . . hum.” While Dpn Pedro and La Perouse were discoursing, La Gobernadora and young Dagelet walked their horses to the edge of a shallow cliff, where gnarled cypress writhed in distorted attitudes away from the sea, and sat silently a moment look ing at the scene beneath them. A score of servants were preparing a merienda ... a picnic ... on the shore. Against a blackened rock, where savage people of ages past had baked food salvaged from the sea, a fire had dwindled into glow ing coals, the correct temperature for cooking. "I see Angustias, managing every thing,” said Eulalia, pointing at the scene with her riding whip. “And there is Indizuela,” she went on with a sidelong glance at her cava lier. “Don’t you see her?” Dagelet reached for her reins, and pulled Eulalia’s mount closer to him. “I see only you. You are in deed Queen of California in your green habit of regal velvet, except that you have a very chic hat with a sweeping plume instead of a crown. Do you ever wear a crown?” Eulalia sighed inwardly with de light at the compliment. His look strayed over her from trembling plume to the restless toe of her riding shoe. “You were made to be a queen. It would not matter where you were, you would have to be a queen. But it seems to me you could have chosen a better domain to reign over than this California. You should be . . he hesitated deli cately, but the lady’s deepened col or and attentive eyes gave him per mission to speak farther. ", . . queen of a court of love and beau ty.” Eulalia only sighed, and stared out at the turquoise waters of the cove. Dagelet drew nearer and took her hand gently. He stripped the embroidered gauntlet from the re laxed fingers. Leaning over sud denly, he kissed her palm. She did not start, but withdrew her hand, still staring across the waters. Dagelet was modily silent for a few moments before he spoke. “Yes, there it lies, the ocean,” he said at last following her gaze. “And in two days there shall be I, upon those heaving waters wafted hither and thither by all the winds of heaven, drifting to strange isles and distant lands.” “But ycu will be on your way home ... to your Paris . . . with its life and color and music. Where the lights twinkle at night on the boulevards. And where there is gaiety. Ai, Dios de mi alma!” she sighed, speaking in Spanish, “I would I were going too!” The young Frenchman was star ing strangely into the distance. “Perhaps I shall see Paris again, perhaps not . . . who can say? It is half around the world or more from here, and many things can happen. But I wish you were.” He stopped suddenly. “Pardon me,” he mumbled, “I forget myself.” “No,” said Eulalia excitedly, "say what you were going to say. Did you not understand what I said in Spanish just now? I said I would I were going with you! There . . . I have said it.” “Come!” Before there was time for further speech the Governor, La Perouse and his French gentlemen on their horses, Fray Fermin Lasuen and some priests from San Carlos at Carmel on their mules came upon them. “Ah, here is our hostess. La Reine herself!” exclaimed La Pe rouse. The Governor looked quickly from Santa Barbara Priest Grows Roses That Tower Thirty Feet Into the Sky An ordinary little garden in Santa ' Barbara, Calif., is crowded with po tentialities for tomorrow’s science and realities in horticultural mir acles says Popular Mechanics Mag azine. In it are roses which grow nowhere else on earth, roses with unbelievable colors and shapes, giants and dwarfs, roses with strange histories and stranger uses. The garden, which is one of the outposts in the struggle for scien tific knowledge, represents the life work of a priest. He says that the world is full of theories of how plants get their characteristic col ors, shapes and smells, of how those characteristics may be changed from generation to generation and it is the business of science to find out how these things work, and to theorize afterwards. Down the center of the garden runs a double row of rose trees. They tower thirty feet into the sky, as tall as a row of pine saplings. There is something unbelievable about them. Yet these giants of the rose family are not budded They THE COOLIDGE EXAMINER . his wife to young Dagelet, and crowded his horse beside his wife’s. “Why are you not seeing that everything is ready for our guests?” he asked shortly. “Why are you . . .” But Eulalia, after a moment’s si lence in which she summoned fly ing senses and thoughts back to her, threw back her head with a ringing laugh. “Come, my merry gentlemen!” she cried gaily. “Come, the fiesta awaits your pleasure! Follow me, Senores!” Her horse slid on its haunches straight down the bank in a cloud of flying sand and dust. Soldiers, sci entists and priests followed her wav ing hand, infected by her gaiety. From the lady’s mood the meri enda took its tone. Music was wild and abandoned,’jests in Spanish and French were bandied about with great good humor, whether any un derstood them or not. Don Pedro had sent hasty messages to San Francisco and to the Presidio at Santa Barbara inviting the officers of the two garrisons to the celebra tion, and they had arrived with their wives and children. There were the officers of the Presidio of Monterey and their families. And there were the wife and chil dren of the Governor. He looked around for them. The children were playing wildly with other children, and La Gobernadora was talking and laughing vivaciously. He frowned. There was something al most hysterical about her manner. Ah, he had enjoyed the visit with the Frenchmen but was privately thankful they would soon be gone. While the party was progressing noisily Eulalia retreated into her own thoughts. What had she said to Dagelet? And what had he said to her? “Come!” Could she? Was it pos sible? Her breath came more quick ly at the thought. Her mind painted a picture for her, moving rapidly into a nebulous future; she saw her self wrapped in a mantle . . . slipping across the sand . , . lifted into a boat. She could even hear the sound of muffled oars. Then she was on a ship. But here the vision broke. She would be seasick! But she braced herself. Seasick or no seasick, she would go. Must go! California would be left behind, and the world would be before her! "I must.” she whispered to herself. “I shall!” Engrossed in her dream, uncon scious that the picnic party was moving away, she found herself with her husband, the priest Lasuen, and La Perouse. The Governor silent ly lifted his lady to her saddle, and the four rode to the top of the cliff. When they reached there, the Gov ernor turned his horse toward the ocean where the sinking sun was suspended between two banks of clouds like a glowing Chinese lan tern. “I almost wish I were sailing away into that sunset with you, Senor el Conde,” he said wistfully. “I wish I were.” “Ah, the sunset makes me sad. homesick!” sighed Eulalia. “That is natural,” said the priest quietly. “I too am homesick.” “You?” asked Eulalia. “For what place?” “For my heavenly home,” mur mured the old man. “I am homesick a130.” La Pe rouse spoke in a low tone. “I am homesick for my native land, which is so far from me. La Belle France!” “I am homesick for my home land to, Senor el Conde,” replied Eulalia. “For Spain, the province of Catalonia, Barcelona.” “We all seem homesick,” ob served La Perouse, "except his Ex cellency. Are you not homesick too?” (TO BE CONTINUED) 1 were grown from seed. A long his tory of careful breeding for a single characteristic, height, lies behind their gigantic size. Close to the avenue of giant rose trees is an insignificant bush. It blooms irregularly, but when it does, the world sees a black rose. Only a tiny bit of dark red on the edge of some of the petals shows how it has been bred from crossing the very dark-red plants. Os the creation of this bud, the grower says: “It is only logical to presume that if two very dark roses were crossed the next generation would contain a rose darker than either of the originals. Remember, that is only a theory. Science is not made of theories, but of facts. So I made my experiments and eventually succeeded.” New Moon Lies on Back In the torrid zone, where the world's heaviest rainfall place, the new moon always “lies on its back,” in the position popu* larly called the dry moon. WHA T to EAT and WHY -fjou.it on (joudihi 'LPelcxibei the Place of Fats in the Diet Nationally Known Food Authority Compares the Different Cooking Fats and Shortenings By C. HOUSTON GOUDISS 6 East 39th St., New York CHy. HP HERE are, perhaps, more false notions concerning fats | A than any other class of foods. Some homemakers, considering them as “fattening” only, ; try to eliminate them entirely from the diet. Others have the impression that foods containing fat are difficult to digest, and for this reason deprive their families of many delicious and healthful foods. Bothf points of view arise from ignorance of dietary facts. —'A' — Fats Are Necessary to Health Fats have a number of im portant functions to perform. They are a concentrated fuel food, having more than twice the energy value of an equal weight of protein or carbohy drate. One-half ounce of fat, that is one tablespoon, yields 100 calories, and were he able to cat it, a man ll coulf l obtain an en tire day's fuel from three-fourths of a * pound of fat. It is WKgL I interesting to note I ■ that it would re / ' H quire nearly eight L pounds of cooked k ' rice to give the |pßg| same number of In Oriental coun tries, where large populations live in great poverty, fat is usually i scarce and it is necessary to con sume huge quantities of food in or der to meet the daily fuel require ments. As a result, most of the people develop distended abdo mens. Children Must Have Fat Because fat is such a compact food, nutritionists agree that for growing boys and girls, and men engaged in strenuous physical ex ercise, fat is almost essential, if they are to get enough total cal ories. There is also experimental evi dence that at least a small amount of one or more of the unsaturated fatty acids must be supplied by | the food if normal nutrition is to be maintained. And two compe tent investigators found, experi mentally, that the presence of fat in the diet tends to conserve vita min B in the body. Some fats, especially those from animal sources, are rich in vita mins A and D, and fats made ! from vegetable oils may contain j vitamin E. —★— Fat and Hunger . Perhaps the greatest service performed by fat is its ability to i give “staying power” to the diet— to satisfy hunger. In this respect, it directly affects the disposition and may influence the ability to enjoy life. The shortage of fats in European countries during the World war graphically demonstrated how a deficiency of this class of foods can destroy the morale of entire nations. With supplies cut off or very greatly curtailed, the warring countries found it necessary to ra- I tion fats closely. As a result, their people were always hungry | and dissatisfied, even when their actual needs were satisfied. In this connection, it is interesting to note that a slice of bread and but ter or margarine will delay the onset of hunger longer than a slice of bread and jam, even though the number of calories may be the | same. —★ — Different Fats Compared As sources of energy, the differ ent food fats are very similar. Thus, the homemaker’s choice 1 may be determined by preference, convenience, economy, and the Do You Want to Learn How to Plan a LoHotiue Diet? Get This Free Bulletin Offered by C. Houston Goudiss READERS of this newspaper are invited to write to C. Houston Goudiss, 6 East 39th Street, New York City, for a free copy of his bulletin, “Help ful Hints on Planning a Laxa tive Diet.” The bulletin gives concrete suggestions for combatting faulty elimination through cor rect eating and proper habits of hygiene. It gives a list of laxa tive foods and contains a full week's sample menus. A post card is sufficient to carry your request. t use to which the product is to be put. The various forms of edible fats and oils are derived from both ani mal and vegetable sources. They include butter, margarine, lard, compounds, which are a mixture of animal fats and vegetable oils, hydrogenated fats, and the liquid vegetable oils. Butter and margarine are used chiefly as a spread, and it is in teresting to note that the annual per capita consumption of mar garine is steadily increasing, as homemakers have discovered that the use of this less expensive prod uct releases more money for milk, fruits and vegetables. Margarine is interchangeable with butter for dressing vegetables and in doughs containing spices, fruits and choc olate. Its shortening power and keeping qualities are similar to those of butter. Lards, compounds and other shortening fats are useful not only as a means of increasing palata bility and food value, but to add flakiness to baked foods and to produce a crisp coating which seals in the minerals and vitamins of fried foods. Lard is used chiefly as a short ening for pastry, and a good grade will be found to be white and free from objectionable odors. The highest grade, called leaf lard, is produced from the leaves of fat in the sides of the hog. When made by a reputable man ufacturer, the compounds pre pared especially for cake making, for shortening pastry and for deep-frying, are wholesome, high ly nutritious and give most satis factory results. They are a most economical form of shortening. — ★ — Digestibility of Fats Because of their ability to re tard digestion somewhat and thus give satiety value to a fneal, the impression has grown up that fats are “difficult” to digest. This re sults from confusing the length of time required for digestion and the completeness with which a food is digested. When “digestibility” is regard ed in the popular sense of the ease, comfort and speed with which the For Chic and for Comfort X T EITHER of these new designs will be much trouble to make —each is accompanied by a de tailed sew chart—and both of them will give increasing joy and j satisfaction all summer long. The afternoon dress is so smart and ! so becoming that you’ll enjoy hav ing it in more than one version, , and as for the little play suit, every youngster deserves half a j dozen! Pretty Afternoon Dress. 1 A perfect style for afternoon teas, club meetings and lunch eons, delightfully cool to wear, j with lines that flatter the figure. | Shirring at the shoulders, full, ; short sleeves and the built-up | waistline emphasize the slimness | of your hips, and make the dress very graceful. Make it up in ! georgette, chiffon, voile or hand ' kerchief linen. Tot’s Play Suit. It’s a diagram pattern, that you can make in a jiffy. Just a little Are You O'vetureijht ? You can REDUCE Safely. Surely* Comfortably Send for I bis Free Bulletin Offered by C. Houston Goudtst Readers of this newspaper are invited to writetoC. Houston Goudiss, at 6 East 39th Street, New York City, for his scien tific Reducing Bulletin, which shows how to reduce by the safe and sane method of counting calories. • The bulletin is complete with a chart s/xmtng the caloric value of all the commonly used foods and \ contains sample menus that you can use as a guide to comfortable and healthful weight reduction. digestive organs carry on their work, it is conceded that fats in general retard the secretion of the gastric juice and thus cause food to remain longer in the stomach. On the other hand, most fats have such a high coefficient of digestibility, that under normal conditions only about one-twenti eth of the fat eaten escapes diges tion. Experiments indicate, for ex ample, that the coefficient of di gestibility of oleomargarine is 97.55 per cent. It is sometimes erroneously stated that pastry is indigestible. This statement is without founda tion, provided the pastry is made from a high grade shortening and is properly baked. Similarly, fried foods come in for a great deal of criticism that should not be charged to the use of fat, but to incorrect methods of cooking. If food is properly cooked in fat that has a high smoking point, there will be no opportunity for decom position products to develop. — ★ How Much Fat? Nutritionists have ample evi dence that health is best served when 30 to 35 per cent of the total energy value foods is provided in the form of fat. This will include i the fat of meat and the fat used in cooking the many delicious fried and baked foods which make eat ing a pleasure. i Questions Answered Mrs. M. L., Jr. Dandelion greens make an excellent food. They contain more phosphorus than any other common leafy vegetable, and supply vitamins A, ! 1 B, C and G. Miss €. B. 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