The hero of the Filipinos : $b The story of José Rizal, poet, patriot and martyrRussell, Charles Edward
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The hero of the Filipinos : $b The story of José Rizal, poet, patriot and martyr
Russell, Charles Edward
Rizal, José, 1861-1896
“The boy fled like one accursed,” Elias went on. “He fled from town
to town by mountain and valley. When he thought that he had reached
a place where he was not known, he hired himself out as a laborer
in the house of a rich man in the province of Tayabas. His activity
and the gentleness of his character gained him the good will of all
that did not know his past, and by his thrift and economy he
succeeded in accumulating a little capital. He was still young, he
thought his sorrows buried in the past, and he dreamed of a happy
future. His pleasant appearance, his youth, and his somewhat
unfortunate condition won him the love of a young woman of the
town, but he dared not ask for her hand from fear that his past
might become known. But love is stronger than anything else, and
they wandered from the straight path; so, to save the woman’s
honor, he risked everything by asking her in marriage. The records
were sought, and his whole past became known. The girl’s father was
rich and succeeded in having him prosecuted. He did not try to
defend himself but admitted everything, and so was sent to prison.
The woman gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, who were nurtured
in secret and made to believe that their father was dead—no
difficult matter, since at a tender age they saw their mother die,
and they gave little thought to tracing genealogies. As our
maternal grandfather was rich our childhood passed happily. My
sister and I were brought up together, loving one another as only
twins can love when they have no other affections. When quite young
I was sent to study in the Jesuit College; and my sister, in order
that we might not be completely separated, entered the Concordia
College. After our brief education was finished, since we desired
only to be farmers, we returned to the town to take possession of
the inheritance left us by our grandfather. We lived happily for a
time, the future smiled on us, we had many servants, our fields
produced abundant harvests, and my sister was about to be married
to a young man whom she adored and who responded equally to her
affection.
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