Nationalists -- Philippines -- Fiction; Philippine fiction (Spanish) -- Translations into English; Philippines -- History -- Fiction
When the news of this misfortune became known in the town, some
lamented it and others shrugged their shoulders. No one was to blame,
and no one need lay it on his conscience.
The lieutenant of the Civil Guard gave no sign: he had received an
order to take up all the arms and he had performed his duty. He had
chased the tulisanes whenever he could, and when they captured Cabesang
Tales he had organized an expedition and brought into the town, with
their arms bound behind them, five or six rustics who looked
suspicious, so if Cabesang Tales did not show up it was because he was
not in the pockets or under the skins of the prisoners, who were
thoroughly shaken out.
The friar-administrator shrugged his shoulders: he had nothing to do
with it, it was a matter of tulisanes and he had merely done his duty.
True it was that if he had not entered the complaint, perhaps the arms
would not have been taken up, and poor Tales would not have been
captured; but he, Fray Clemente, had to look after his own safety, and
that Tales had a way of staring at him as if picking out a good target
in some part of his body. Self-defense is natural. If there are
tulisanes, the fault is not his, it is not his duty to run them
down—that belongs to the Civil Guard. If Cabesang Tales, instead of
wandering about his fields, had stayed at home, he would not have been
captured. In short, that was a punishment from heaven upon those who
resisted the demands of his corporation.
When Sister Penchang, the pious old woman in whose service Juli had
entered, learned of it, she ejaculated several ’Susmarioseps, crossed
herself, and remarked, “Often God sends these trials because we are
sinners or have sinning relatives, to whom we should have taught piety
and we haven’t done so.”
Those sinning relatives referred to Juliana, for to this pious woman
Juli was a great sinner. “Think of a girl of marriageable age who
doesn’t yet know how to pray! Jesús, how scandalous! If the wretch
doesn’t say the Diós te salve María without stopping at es contigo, and
the Santa María without a pause after pecadores, as every good
Christian who fears God ought to do! She doesn’t know the oremus
gratiam, and says mentíbus for méntibus. Anybody hearing her would
think she was talking about something else. ’Susmariosep!”
Greatly scandalized, she made the sign of the cross and thanked God,
who had permitted the capture of the father in order that the daughter
might be snatched from sin and learn the virtues which, according to
the curates, should adorn every Christian woman. She therefore kept the
girl constantly at work, not allowing her to return to the village to
look after her grandfather. Juli had to learn how to pray, to read the
books distributed by the friars, and to work until the two hundred and
fifty pesos should be paid.
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