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As it is, she may hardly be termed as such. But Catholic Sp

Ed, until mass is again daily said within these consecrated walls, and

finally until San Carlos of Carmelo is again a worthier Carmel, "for the

greater honor and glory of God" and the praises of His Virgin Mother

once more are sung about this smiling valley where the Christian Indian

children gathered the beautiful wild flowers of the blooming meadows to

adorn the hallowed shrines, ere chimed the Angelus at evenings mellow

glow. Chapter IX Reverend Raymond M. Mestres of Monterey Writes

Historical Drama--"Fray Junipero" Beautiful among beautiful historical

dramas is the mission play "Fray Junipero" written by Reverend Raymond

Mestres, pastor of San Carlos Church (Capilla Real de San Carlos) of

Monterey. Many men and women have undertaken to write about mission

times, but we may safely assert that this good priest so unassuming in

what he does, is above all qualified to handle this subject, being first

of all a religious, a native of Barcelona, the Metropolis of the

Province of Catalonia, which can claim Junipero Serra and so many of the

early Spanish missionaries, explorers and settlers, and being too an

artist and scholar in every way acquainted with the history of the

missions, having made it a special study during his twenty-seven years

of residence (as a priest) in four mission towns of California,

twenty-one of which have been spent in that chief of mission towns,

Monterey. Unbiased, careful of detail and true to history, while not

wanting in artistic setting "Fray Junipero" carries the audience in Act

I back to the College of Fernando, when Junipero Serra received his

commission to come to California as Father Pre

un of beer

Meet em, at the corner, bout 7 clock. They was there on time, all drest

up ter kill, and we took em down to the Standard, and had a big time.

Wen the show wos out, we went to a resterant, & had sum oysters. Wile we

was etin them, I axt Maria who the Georgie was who tuk her out. "Oh,"

sez she, "he's a red hedded devil, wot wurks in the _Buster_ offis, and

aint a bit lik you. Ma likes him, and thinks he's orful steddy, and she

aint frade to let me go eny place with him. He's mashed on me bad, and

thinks I'm in luv with him, so he spends all his munney on me, and I

jest go with him, cos he takes me to ennything wot cums along. It's fun

ter see him, he's so green, and besides, he never fixes up eny, and I'm

gettin most ashamed to be seen on the strete with him." [Illustration:

THEN I HAWLED OFF MY FALSE MUSTASH ] By this time I was feelin purty

bad, but I maneged to keep up and make blieve I was feerful in love with

her, and got her to promis never to go with Georgie agin. I had a bottel

of perfume in my pocket, and jest 'fore we left the restyrant, I put sum

on the gals handkercheefs, then I hawled off my false mustash, and soon

Maria seen, I was her Georgie, and begun a cryin lik her hart wuld brak.

I felt sorry for her, but I told her to dry up her eyes. I

Bolton spoke firmly, and looked Ray resolutely in

Pondent. His craving became intolerable. He felt that he had been

decidedly ill used. What was the use of money unless it could be

converted into what his soul desired? But there was no way of changing

the coin except at the store of Joe Marks. To ask any of the villagers

would only have excited suspicion. Besides, the tramp felt sure that

Ernest would soon discover that he had been robbed. He would naturally

be suspected, especially as Joe Marks had knowledge of a gold piece

being in his possession. There was a small settlement about five miles

off called Daneboro. It was probably the nearest place where he could

get a glass of whisky. He must walk there. It was not a pleasant

prospect, for the tramp was lazy and not fond of walking. Still, it

seemed to be a necessity, and when he left the store of Joe Marks he set

out for Daneboro. Thirst was not the only trouble with Tom Burns. He had

not eaten anything for about twenty-four hours, and his neglected

stomach rebelled. H