The Coolidge examiner., 1938-05-26

sat in front of her mirror anc
scanned her black tresses for silver
threads, frowning, with a sick fear
at her heart.
But events marched. nevertheless,
around the lady. And though she
was unaware of them, their infu-
ence reached her, penetrated her
defenses.
Eulalia Cells de FACES found the
white hair she had feared finding
set her teeth. pulled it, then wept
on her husbands breast in the CUB
ernatorial bed. And the Governor
smiled. and liked it.
Pedro FACES went about long de.
layed and heart-breaking plans for
the mission to Santa Barbara, ano
still another, Mission La Purisima.
He wrote scathing diatribes on the
laziness, bestiality. gambling, prof
legacy and immortality of a little
pueblo, Ell Pueblo de Nuestra Sonora
de Porciuncula la Reina de Los An.
geles. which the natives called Los
Angeles. (The diatribes did nc
good.)
On bright sunny day in August,
1874, about the time that Eulalia
gave birth to her California flower,
there was a great hubbub in the
harbor of New York city. All the
notableS of the new nation were al
hand to greet a distinguished visi-
tor, who, with love for the young
country in his young heart, had
travelled across the ocean to pay a
visit of congratulation. There were
public receptions, congressional
honors. George Washington extend.
ed the hospitality of Mount Vernon
to the guest.
From France came Marie Jean
Paul Roch Yves Guilbert Motier,
Marquis de La Fayette, general and
statesman.
Two years and a month later two
ships sailed grandly into the Bay OF
Monterey, as whales frisked and
blew around them. France was Won
dering about America thought
full about what country lay west OF
that nation visited by the Marquis
de La Fayette. Dreaming, perhaps,
that another empire might lie be-
yond the mountains and inland seas,
the deserts and plains. west Of the
mighty Father Of Waters.
So His Most Christian Majesty
Louis XVI Of France sent two ships
around the world, to visit Califor-
MIA, under the leadership of an ac-
complshed scientist and gallant
gentleman, the Comte Jean Fran
co.'s Galaup de La Perouse.
It happened one gray morning in
September that Don Esteban Marti-
nez, commanding two Spanish trig'
ates, the old San Carlos and the
Princesa, that lay in the Bay OF
Monterey, saw two lofty ships loom
out of the fog for a moment, be-
fore disappearing. Then they were
reported by a lookout on shore, and
all day watchers saw them glide
like phantom ships out of the miSts.
At night they disappeared entirely.
Morning brought sunshine, and a
closer view of the ships. Don Pedro
ordered Don Esteban to send out
two pilots, and watched the little
pilot boat put out toward the drift
ing strangers. Through his glasses
he strove to make out the flags they
flew.
What are they? Who are they?"
breathed EulaIa eagerly, her chin
on his shoulder.
He propped the glasses before her
eyes, holding her in his arm.
Look and see, perhaps you car
tell better than 1"
81 see! Oh! A f1eur de lis! E.
"Frenchmen! Yes, you are right!
That will be the expedition of whom
l have been advised by the Viceroy
La La La Perouse
the Condo de La Perouse.
"a count" shrilled Eulalia. She
snatched the glasses from him and
pointed them as though she expected
to see the French gentleman smile
at her.
"Ah!" she said after a long un'