Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1938-05-26


not Pedro FACES, with his rough,
tempestuous, robust love-making,
to which she was responding less
and less as time went on.
She glanced at her husband from
the corner Of her eye. How well
she knew himl Every line, every
feature I. tiny blood-vessel in
the corner of his eye, like question
mark large vein on his tenn
pie that swelled and throbbed at
times the feeling of his hands,
roughened and coarse when he ca
ressed her. The smell of his clothes.
All! Horses, leather, Precipitation.
Would it be difficult to change that
for another man? A man well
groomed, with delicate hands,
sensitive mouth not buried in
beard? A man whose every move
ment and gesture was graceful, de-
liberate She shivered and
clasped her warm hands together.
And then she thought, Dagelet does
smell so sweet!
GLORIA! Gloria!" sang the choir
oAIu tIlS CouSTSSdtlOH.
"Gloria! Gloria!" sang Eulalia.
She lifted her eyes to the altar
with its hundred candles. There
Junipero Sierra had stood, quenching
the flames of seven candles in the
blood that poured from his breast
-. there he had lain in his coffin.
And there beneath the floor at the
foot of the altar, lay his bones.
But suddenly it seemed that ev-
erywhere she looked she saw his
eyes, staring at her from the lights,
looking out from the painted sockets
of the holy images, sorrowful, ac-
cusing.
She shivered' again, for cold
breath seemed to rise from Juni-
pero Serra's tomb, and blow upon
her. She chafed her hands together,
for now they were cold, clammy.
Would this service never end! Just
when she thought she could not
bear it for another instant, she
heard Fray Lasuen pronounce the
benediction. She staggered to her
feet while the procession of choir
boys and acolytes passed. Then
Don Pedro took her arm, and she
stumbled from the church.
In the compound outside a great
fire had been lighted, for the fathers
at Carmel had planned a fiesta of
their own in honor of the French
men. La Perouse spoke to the Gov
ernor.
"Sacre coeur," he said, frankly
wiping his eyes, ''but what a scene
to touch the heart! Mon Dieu, Mon
sieur lie Gouverneur, what you Span
ish pioneers have done in this coun-
try! All, can not say any more
than have said, how it touches
the hearth"
"Thank you, Senior ell Conde,"
said the Governor gravely. They
were moving toward seats that had
been prepared for them in a ring
around the fire. Eulalia noticed
Dagelet maneuvering to reach her
side.
THAT sacre pere, your Francois
Lasuen," went on the Count with
Gallo emotion, 'swhat a saint is he.
He is the most worthy, respectable
man I have ever met. His mild
ness, charity and affection for these
unutterably stupid Indians is beyond
expression, Monsieur!"
The gentlemen stood while Eula-
liza seated herself with queenly
air. Dagelet waited until his SUI
perior officer was ensconced in
great armchair beside the Cover
nor, then Slipped to the ground at
La Gobernadora's feet.
Don Pedro looked at him with a
good-natured twinkle.
eve are all here, your Majesty"
he remarked to his lady, "even to
the court jester at your feet
Dagelet Rugged his knees with
smile, and looked inquiringly at La
Perouse, who translated the remark
for him.
'Tell his Excellency," he an
swered, cit is a privilege to be here.
And tell him, please" he added as
an afterthought, "that if it would
please the lady, would stretch out
on the ground for her .foot-stooI,
like that young savage slave of
hers, if she would permit"
Eulalia gasped at the daring. La
| Perouse gave his young friend a
reprimanding glance, and translat-
ed his remarks to the Governor as
he saw fit.
Closer to the fire they saw Fermin
Lasuen appear, and talk with a
group of half-naked Indian boys who
were preparing some game.
"There is the holy man among his
dark Sheep" remarked La Perouse.
eyes, he is holy man indeed"
replied FACES.
"Junipero Sierra was true saint,
but the two are very different. For
instance, you would not have been
privileged to see an Indian cere-
monial if Junipero Sierra were Pad
re Presidente. He did his best to
put down every evidence of the bar
barities the Indians practiced, even
their harmless games. Yes, he was
different. Even the appearance of
the two is different. Lasuen is
smaller, more wiry man than Ser
ra. He is very pious, but very hui