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Mistress of Monterey
Uirqima Shuers Dart Lett h WNU serve. . CHAPTER XX—Continued —l7-^ “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 la 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, you 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 tha 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 »f the lady. Then, to Eulalia’s surprise, instead of seat ing her on her horse, he took hex 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 lair. 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 of 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 tak ng between them. Fages felt deeply the importance of the visit of tiie 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. 1 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 him 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. Tbe 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 gustias 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 and 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 heart,” 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 w;*y 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- 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 away 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- THE COOLIDGE EXAMINER footed, slip down to the beach in the dusk, her face covered by a con cealing rebozo. She might escape unnoticed, for Pedro Fages wa> 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 wepl 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’l you?” The nurse stood stolidly by, • jealous warmth in her dull eyes. At last the baby, finger in mouth, sidled to the nurse and buried h®i 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 never 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 nc one will care ... I am going sc far ... on the ocean! I 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 COMiyUED) tle musk deer to secure the musk pod used only in the manufacture of perfumes, but more often than not it catches the female musk deer, the tufted deer and other small w’iW animals which are of little or no value. 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 away 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-fcegring animals. The set-gun is st*:o employed and usually kills instantly but is extremely danger ous to a person walking along the runway on which it is set. 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The loss of the knowledge con tained in that library was a blow to civilization. Reading and Thinking Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge; it is thinking makes what we read ours. So far as we apprehend and see the connection of ideas, so far it is ours; without that it is so much loose matter floating in our brain.—Locke. Musi Books Be Read ? The collector of books need not fear the challenge that is sure to be made, sooner or later, by his skeptical acquaintances: ‘ Have you read them all?” The first idea he ought to get out of his head is that he must only buy books for immediate reading. “The charm of a library,” said that devout book lover, the late Arnold Bennett, ‘‘is seriously im paired when one has read the whole or nearly the whole of its contents.” Bennett confessed that he had hundreds of books he had never opened, and which, perhaps, he never would open. But he would not part with them. He knew they were good, and as he gazed on them, he said to them, ‘‘Some day, if chance favors, your turn will come. Be patient!” Best Thoughts Try to care about something in this vast world besides the gratifi cation of small selfish desires. Try to care for what is best in thought and action—something that is good apart from the accidents of your own lot. Look on other lives besides your own. See what their troubles are, and how they are borne. —George Eliot.