The Social Cancer, by José Rizal - Home

CHAPTER XV 78
"Neither shall you go home at eight, you'll stay until ten."
"But, sir, after nine o'clock no one is allowed to be out and our house is far from here."
"Are you trying to give me orders?" growled the man irritably, as he caught Crispin by the arm and started to
drag him away.
"Oh, sir, it's been a week now since we're seen our mother," begged Basilio, catching hold of his brother as if
to defend him.
The senior sacristan struck his hand away and jerked at Crispin, who began to weep as he fell to the floor,
crying out to his brother, "Don't leave me, they're going to kill me!"
The sacristan gave no heed to this and dragged him on to the stairway. As they disappeared among the
shadows below Basilio stood speechless, listening to the sounds of his brother's body striking against the
steps. Then followed the sound of a blow and heartrending cries that died away in the distance.
The boy stood on tiptoe, hardly breathing and listening fixedly, with his eyes unnaturally wide and his fists
clenched. "When shall I be strong enough to plow a field?" he muttered between his teeth as he started below
hastily. Upon reaching the organ-loft he paused to listen; the voice of his brother was fast dying away in the
distance and the cries of "Mother! Brother!" were at last completely cut off by the sound of a closing door.
Trembling and perspiring, he paused for a moment with his fist in his mouth to keep down a cry of anguish.
He let his gaze wander about the dimly lighted church where an oil-lamp gave a ghostly light, revealing the
catafalque in the center. The doors were closed and fastened, and the windows had iron bars on them.
Suddenly he reascended the stairway to the place where the candle was burning and then climbed up into the
third floor of the belfry. After untying the ropes from the bell-clappers he again descended. He was pale and
his eyes glistened, but not with tears.
Meanwhile, the rain was gradually ceasing and the sky was clearing. Basilio knotted the ropes together, tied
one end to a rail of the balustrade, and without even remembering to put out the light let himself down into the
darkness outside. A few moments later voices were heard on one of the streets of the town, two shots
resounded, but no one seemed to be alarmed and silence again reigned.