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priests and dreads serra* auswww""'"' Hastily she dropped the bundle
lp them. and whirled on the child. The baby’s
CHAPTER xi—Limping from mission to Indian nurse came hurrying in after
mission. Father Serra has a vision ot St. her, and stqpped to pick up the
child, but Eulalia Woppad her.
cried She ,,„k to
and Don Pedro and plans to use the priest her knees and held her arms out to
as an ally to get Pedro to leave California, the baby enticingly.
chapter xii—After a flattering wei- Come, come to Mother, dar-
come at Monterey. Eulalia is bitterly dis- ling!” she cooed.
to SSf&E* teU* Ang The baby only stared at Eulalia,
nonplussed by such behavior on the
CHAPTER xm—Going to Father Serra’s part of the lady who generally ig-
ment with the priest, who accuses him of n°red her good-naturedly,
betraying a trust because of the rascally , ‘‘Darling, please, my little dar-
caliber of the two priests sent him.
CHAPTER XIV—Serra calls in response
to a message front Eulalia. Using her wiles.
ling, come to Mother
you?”
The nurse
won’t
jealous '‘warm^in hlr'dull 'lyel
a mission or leave California. Serra counts At fast the baby, finger in mouth?
tt&S&ttEtSSr&SST" »«led to .ho nurse and buried her
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filching a report on them from Father* ‘‘Take her out of here!” she de-
Serra's cell. Full of forgiveness he goes
to their cell and discovers their condition, landed imperiously.
Messages from the Father Guardian inform The nurse hugged the child close
him there is no hope for his Santa Barbara u__ __j ____
Mission. Heartbroken, he writes to Fray to her and hurried out of the OOm.
Trancisco Palou to “come and assist me “There, you see.?” said La Gob-
to die." and to Don Pedro, “to be delivered emadora to the Madonna who waX
smiling sadly at her. “You see?
after my death.'
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CHAPTER XVI—A daughter is born to
Eulalia in San Francisco. In the midst of
the christening feast, Serra’s letters arrive.
Pedro decides to depart with the priest but
is prevented by Eulalia.
CHAPTER XVH—Pray Palou writes to
the Guardian of Serra s death. Pedro,
brooding over having failed Serra and learn-
ing the truth from Serra's letter, accuses
Eulalia.
CHAPTER XVm—In 1786 two French
ships arrive at Monterey in command of
Conde de la Perouse and the young Pante
Dagelet. Eulalia flirts with Dagelet and ha
asks her why she stays In California.
CHAPTER XXn
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 Pages away
from California. There were no
more troubles With the Franciscans,
and El GoUernador 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
|he 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,
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
ait herself in her mirror, and swayed
there, her hands on her hips. In
the mijror the saw the face of her
-•Axhe
pyn
“And Mather will ait on a throne
with grapes and leaves on her head
for a crown, and be queen of the
fiesta!”
“Yes, yes. and again yes! Lo6k,
who comes?” '
It was an Indian messenger from
the camp of La Perouse. asking that
they hurry down to the beach to sea
something.
As they reached the beach, they
could see a cloud of smoke, and a
strange activity going on. On com-
ing closer they discovered La Gob-
ernadpra with Angustias. and al-
most all of the people of the presid-
io, who had -evidently been sum-
moned hastily a messenger from
La Perouse.
The Frenchman came hurrying to
Pedro Fages.
. “I had a thought at the last min-
ute,” he Raid hurriedly. “You have
been so1 wonderful to me, all of
your people have, that I wanted to
give an occasion special for you. We
are to have a balloon ascension!”
“Balloon ascension!” exclaimed
'"the Governor. “I have heard of bal-
loons but never seen one.”
“Regard, then,” said La Perouse
dramatically, “there is a balloon
which was given us to take on our
voyage around the world. Why, I
do not know, unless it was to im-
press people around the globe that
Frenchmen now make balloons!
What good they can ever be, I can
not see, but they say some day they
will be made strong enough to carry
men.”
“There will never be one strong
enough to carry me!” Jaughed
Fages. He and young Pedro dis-
mounted and hurried on foot after
La Perouse to where the great mus-
lin bag was slowly filling with
smoke, its rounding sides showing
strange designs and pictures.
“We have had it up once before
on this trijf,” explained La Perouse.
“That was in Lima. I hope it will
ascend, now!” he said anxiously.
And at last it did. Slowly it stag-
gered into the air.
Everyone regarded it with amaze-
ment. Some of the Indians mut-
tered, and several old women pros-
trated themselves on the ground.
Accompanied with a chorus of in-
credulous ejaculations it rose the
full length of the cord that tethered
it, then, as a fresh late afternoon
breeze puffed in from the sea and
threatened, it was brought down
again.
“Por Dios!” exclaimed the Gov-
ernor of California, greatly pleased
and amazed. “Mil gracias to you,
Senor el Conde, for such a miracle I
A balloon raised from the shore of
California! It will never happen
again,! and will be something to re-
member all our lives.”
“And it will be something for me
to remember all my life, that I have
visited your California. More, I can
not say. And now . . .”
“And now,” replied the Governor
with a slight formality which he as-
sumed to cover his real feelings,
“and now, my friend, I suppose the
time has come for us to say, as you
French put it, adieu!”
“Your Spanish word, adios, is the
same. Monsieur le Gouverneur.
Both speed the parting guest in the
care of God.”
“Yes, we must say those words.
For we must not hinder your depar-
ture with our curiosity, and there
are things I must attend to at the
presidio. But be sure, Senor el
Conde, that at whatever hour you
sail we shall be here on shore,
watching you as far as we can see.
And wherever you shall sail, you
will be in our hearts. Thank you
for visiting us.”
The two men gripped hands. La
Perouse was frankly moved.
“Thank you for everything. The
friendliness, the courtesy, the hos-
pitality and your gifts of fruit and
wine. We will appreciate those,
surely. And even for the goat and
the chicl^ns, and . . . Mon Dieu!
I can not say more. My feelings
... pardonnez moi . .
He turned to Eulalia, who was
standing quietly beside her husband,
her eyes on Dagelet.
“And, to you ma Reine de Cali-
fornie, my respects for your forti-
tude and loyalty in being such a
wonderful woman in the midst of
such a remote country.” ,
Eulalia’s lips moved, but her re-
marks were inaudible as the Count
kissed her hand. There were other
farewells, then the Governor, fol-
lowed by his soldiers and Indian
bearers, his wife on one hand and
his son at the other, moved away
from the camp on the beach.
As they rode the Governor and his
wife were each very silent, busy
with their own thoughts. Young Pe-
dro prattled beside them.
The Count had given him a silver
medal which had been struck off
by the French Government to com-
memorate the great expedition of
La Perouse around the world. On
one side was an. effigy of Louis XVI
— *• ** » £3 “S* fssts b.r“c;^
which read:
“Les fregates du’roi de France, la
Boussole et l’Astro'abe, command-
ees par Mm. de la Perouse ie de
Langle, parties du prt de Brest, en
Juin 1785.”
The child rapturously polished the
bright coin on his jacket, and asked
his mother to translate it for him.
She did, lifelessly.
The Governor sighed and spoke.
-’At dawn, on the tide, .they sail
for all the seven seas. And I,” ha
chuckled suddenly, “I will escort
you home, my Lady, then ride over
to the Mission Carmelo to talk with
Fray Lasuen about this new Mis-
sion Santa Barbara. For that is
the next great thing to happen to
“Ah! So you will not be home this
evening?”
“No, my love. I shall sup with
the good fathers, but will return
early. You will pardon me?”
For a long moment she looked
at him intently, then gazed straight
ahead.
“Certainly, your Excellency,” she
said at last. When at the great
gate to the presidio young Pedro
elected to go with his father, she
seemed in a strange mood.
"Go with your father, my son,”
she saraf, “buf kiss me adios.” The
boy looked startled, but pecked his
mother hurriedly on the cheek.
Eulalia watched them until their
figures and that of the servant who
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?
Doe? he needjne?, No, of course not.
-Absurd!" No ohe wants me, no one
needs me ... I am going away
. . She cast herself on the bundle
of clotheb and wept.
“I am going away . . . and no
one will care ... I am going so
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.
And while she was toying nervous-
ly with her quill, her husband and
young Pedro were sitting astride
their horses in Don Pedro’s beloved
orchard.
The trees were full of Indians,
gathering the luscious fruit that
hung in rich clusters, bright in the
autumn sunshine; early pears and
apples, late peaches and pomegran-
ates. Little naked boys, pajareros,
ran through the orchard with rattles
and miniature bows and arrows,
frightening away the clouds of birds
that had assembled to steal the ripe
fruit.
As fast as the fruit was picked, it
was loaded into panniers bn mules,
and carried to the shore, where
boats were piled high and oared to
the Astrolabe and the Boussole, a
princely offering from the Spanish
Governor to the expedition of the
Count de La Perouse.
The Governor and his son watched
the scene with pleasure. The move-
ment and life, the color, and the
clamor of many voices was pleasant
to them. They looked at each other
and smiled, completely at harmony
together.
An Indian passed them carrying
a basket strapped to his back, and
supported from his brow with
thongs. It was filled to the rim
with purple grapes. The Governor
stopped him, jand made a note on a
list he carried in his hand.
“Twenty baskets of grapes,” he
said. “Hum," to the Indian, "that
will be enough grapes, No more to-
day. Vayase.” The Indian plodded
Ml.'
“Yes,” continued the Governor,
following the basket of grapes with
his eyes, “that will have to be
enough. We must have enough left
for the vintage. But I have already
sent them barrels of wine, so I do
not think I am selfish. Do you?
“Pues, no!
too, we would not have any grapes
for the fiesta, the vendimia. And
we must have, mustn’t we? And
won’t it be soon?f’
“Yes, I think it will be soon. Yes,
we must have a- great fiesta this
year . . . just for ourselves. It
has been nice to have the Franceses
here, but it will be nice to have a
party just for oufselves. I think
there is a little bull that is ready
to meet a torero, and there is an-
other that will make a barbecue.,
And we will have some horse-races,
and some cock-fights, and some of
the Indian boys will wrestle, and
there will be music and dancing,
fti da mi, what a vendimia it will
iMiii
“Certainly, Your Excellency,”
She Said at Last.
followed were lost around a curving
hill.
Then she spurred her horse and
rode rapidly across the parade-
ground to the palacio.
Late that evening, the Count de
La Perouse, working with some of
his scientists in their rude labora-
tory on the beach, was amazed
when an attendant told him that a
woman, with a baby in her arms,
wished to see him.
And when the companion of La
Gobemadora strode in, unabashed,
he was still more surprised. With
no preamble she told her story.
‘‘And here he is,” she said finally.
“My baby, my Chichi. You will
take him, will you not, where he will
be well, and live?”
“But of course, Madame!” ex-
claimed the Frenchman, his eyes
bright with amusement. “I will see
that he has the best of care, and
I will loose him in the most beauti-
ful jungle I can find, I assure you.”
He was astounded to see the wom-
an’s harsh facebegin working with
emotion. “Here,” she squeaked,
“here is a little bundle of clothes
I made him. He has needed them
here where it has been cold,, and
perhaps he will need them again
before he reaches his jungle. See,”
she explained, holding out a tiny
pair of trousers, and poking her
finger through a hole, “see his dear
little tail goes through here.”
“ La Perouse had taken the monkey
in his arms, but Angustias reached
for him, strained him passionately
to her breast. The little animal
put out a tiny paw and stroked her
face with queer little noises. She
held him away from her, and stared
into the worried human eyes, then
thrust him back at the startled
Frenchman.
“Take him quickly,” she gasped.
“Be gpod ta him rv; he ie my all
. . . my baby.”
Before La Perouse could say an-
other word she stumbled out of the
tent into the dark.
“Nom du nom de vieu singe!”
roared La Perouse. “Here, Dage-
let, you seem moony and unoccu-
pied. I give you this animal to keep
in your charge, and to watch and
ward, and put his dear little tail
through the hole in his pantaloons
until we land on a tropical isle!
Mon Dieu, quelle femme.”
Dagelet picked up the monkey
dolefully.
“And you think I have nothing to
do!” he muttered.! He walked away
from the tent, carrying the monkey
and his bundle of clothes to a spot
where a boat was moored, and an
oarsman sat as though waiting for
someone.
“Take this,” barked Dagelet. “I
will return.”
Angustias, blinded with her
tears, staggered through the sand
until she reached firmer ground,
then she made her way toward the
presidio, sobbing and talking to
herself.
“Chichi,- my baby,” she grieved,
holding her empty arms to her
breast, “my baby, my Baby.” •'-*
When she was quite near the pre-
sidio gate she noticed a figure mov-
ing hurriedly in the direction of the
beach- It seemed to be the figure
of a woman. Angustias slipped
behind a tree and watched. The
woman came closer and Angustias
could see a large bundle balanced
on her head. Every few feet she
turned around and looked back to-
ward the presidio.
“Indizuela!” • gasped Angustias.
••What is she doing? Ah, the vixen,
she is running away with some
French sailor, I’ll be bound. Well,
we can’t have that. I've always had
my suspicions of that one. Qua la
la
da y en caaa (The virtuous maid
and the broken leg must stay at
home),” she muttered. Site took a
few steps toward the girl, then
•topped. If the hussy was intent on
joining some French lover, she
would use violence rather than let
Angustias stop her, she reflected.
Sh\e needed a man to help her. As
she hesitated, her eye still oh the
flying girl who was zigzagging
through the sand, she heard the
sound of horses. Site ran loward
them-as they came in view. Then
she saw it was the Governor.
She stopped. She must not let
him see her. She had disobeyed
him. He would reprimand her, she,
Angustias, whom he had always
called “a good soldier.” She started
to step behind her tree again, but
was too late. The Governor had
seen her. So she took matters in
her own hands and ran toward him.
“Your Excellency 1” she gasped,
“look, , see that woman running'to-
ward the beach! With the bundle on
her head! It is Indizuela! She is
running away to join some French
lover on the ships."
Pedro Fages looked after the fig-
ure that Angustias pointed out. She
did indeed seem to be fleeing, her
erratic course took her now from
one tree to another, and she was
avoiding the open spaces.
“Very well, Angustias, you re-
turn with Pedro to the mansion. I
will attend to this. Go,with them,”
he “ordered the servant.
He spurred his horse lightly and
cantered toward the girl. As he drew
near he saw she had staggered and
dropped the great bundle from her
head. She was leaning over it, sob-
bing with exertion when he caught
up with her.
As he jumped from his horse, she
turned away from him, and tried
to cover her face with the rebozo
that swathed her head.
Fages spoke very gently.
“Mi chiquita,” he said, “my poor
little one. Why are you running
away from us all, and from your
home, and those who are concerned
in your welfare? £)id you not say
you loved the Governor, and were
grateful for all he had done for you?
And now you run away, Indizuela!”
The girl suddenly became dynam-
ic. She straightened and faced the
Governor boldly, tearing the rebozo
from her head.
"So!” she screamed. “It is In-
dizuela you love, is it! Indizuela
whom you follow after in the star-
light! Indizuela, is it! Indizuela!”
Pedro Fages put his hand to his
beard, then brushed his eyes as
though he doubted his sight.
“Eulalia!” he said. “Eulalia!
You were running away.”
She stooped over her bundle and
tugged at it. “Of course 1 am run-
ning away. And you can not atop
me. Indizuela is not leaving you,”
she panted, “so you will be happy.”
She lifted the bundle and staggered
a few stops.
Don Pearo watched her as though
he were viewing an incident in a
dream, with drugged senses that
could not react.
“I am leaving everything behind
that you love,” she said through her
teeth, “the children, Indizuela and
your California. For ever!” .
Then he strode to her side and
wrested her burden from her.
“Come,” he said sternly, “no non-
sense.”
She struggled with him.
“Nob” wildly. “No! Let me gol
You can not hold me here any long-
er! Let me ...” *
But he slung the bundle over his
saddle, and taking her around the
shoulders that writhed and tried to
slip from his grasp, he put one
hand firmly over her mouth, and
tried to move her toward the horse.
She dug her heels in the sand, he
could feel her maledictions and im-
precations sputtering against his
hand.
She writhed and struggled, claw-
ing at his muffling fingers. The re-
bozo slipped around her neck, her
hair tumbled wildly over her shoul-
ders. But Pedro Fages clutched her
firmly, and at last threw her over
his shoulder, and lifted her to toss
her on to the horse.
As soon as she touched the saddle
she began to scream, and started to
slide down. As her feet touched the
earth at the side of the horse, Fages
pinned her to the side of his ani-
mal with one arm and looked at her
a moment.
“You let me alone!” she ex-
claimed stridently. “I will not stay
another minute here!”
Fages lifted his hand and rapped
a stinging slap across Eulalia’s
jaws.
She put her hands to her face, and
her mouth fell open in pain and
surprise.
"Now, get on that horse,” said
the Governor sternly.
She hesitated just a second for the
strong hand that was usually her
mounting block, then scrambled
quickly into the saddle.
As they passed the sentries at the
presidio gates, she covered her head
and bent low. The sentries looked
aftea* them with lively curiosity.
At the door of the mansion An-
gustias’ scared face met them. "Go
to bed," said the Governor shortly.
With- a gasp of understanding An-
gustias scuttled away.
Eulalia cast herself on the bed,
trembling and fearful, but the Gov-
ernor did not even look at her. She
rubbed her stinging cheek tenderly
a moment, then undressed, and
slipped beneath the covers. Still tha
Governor did not speak, nor make
any move, only stood with folded
arms, looking at the floor.
At last, with a sigh, ha stirred
himself, and se»'!;. a dejected dusty
figure, before the Madonna.
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