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CHAPTER XXXV 168
CHAPTER XXXV
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News of the incident soon spread throughout the town. At first all were incredulous, but, having to yield to the
fact, they broke out into exclamations of surprise. Each one, according to his moral lights, made his
comments.
"Padre Damaso is dead," said some. "When they picked him up his face was covered with blood and he wasn't
breathing."
"May he rest in peace! But he hasn't any more than settled his debts!" exclaimed a young man. "Look what he
did this morning in the convento--there isn't any name for it."
"What did he do? Did he beat up the coadjutor again?"
"What did he do? Tell us about it!"
"You saw that Spanish mestizo go out through the sacristy in the midst of the sermon?"
"Yes, we saw him. Padre Damaso took note of him."
"Well, after the sermon he sent for the young man and asked him why he had gone out. 'I don't understand
Tagalog, Padre,' was the reply. 'And why did you joke about it, saying that it was Greek?' yelled Padre
Damaso, slapping the young man in the face. The latter retorted and the two came to blows until they were
separated."
"If that had happened to me--" hissed a student between his teeth.
"I don't approve of the action of the Franciscan," said another, "since Religion ought not to be imposed on any
one as a punishment or a penance. But I am almost glad of it, for I know that young man, I know that he's
from San Pedro Makati and that he talks Tagalog well. Now he wants to be taken for a recent arrival from
Russia and prides himself on appearing not to know the language of his fathers."
"Then God makes them and they rush together!" [97]
"Still we must protest against such actions," exclaimed another student. "To remain silent would be to assent
to the abuse, and what has happened may be repeated with any one of us. We're going back to the times of
Nero!"
"You're wrong," replied another. "Nero was a great artist, while Padre Damaso is only a tiresome preacher."
The comments of the older persons were of a different kind. While they were waiting for the arrival of the
Captain-General in a hut outside the town, the gobernadorcillo was saying, "To tell who was right and who
was wrong, is not an easy matter. Yet if Señor Ibarra had used more prudence--"
"If Padre Damaso had used half the prudence of Señor Ibarra, you mean to say, perhaps!" interrupted Don
Filipo. "The bad thing about it is that they exchanged parts--the youth conducted himself like an old man and
the old man like a youth."
"Did you say that no one moved, no one went near to separate them, except Capitan Tiago's daughter?" asked
Capitan Martin. "None of the friars, nor the alcalde? Ahem! Worse and worse! I shouldn't like to be in that