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exposed his wisdom-tooth. “For me the General has his own judgment,
that is, the judgment of all those within his reach. That’s plain!”
“You’re dodging—cite me a fact, cite me a fact!” cried Sandoval. “Let’s
get away from hollow arguments, from empty phrases, and get on the
solid ground of facts,”—this with an elegant gesture. “Facts,
gentlemen, facts! The rest is prejudice—I won’t call it filibusterism.”
Pecson smiled like one of the blessed as he retorted, “There comes the
filibusterism. But can’t we enter into a discussion without resorting
to accusations?”
Sandoval protested in a little extemporaneous speech, again demanding
facts.
“Well, not long ago there was a dispute between some private persons
and certain friars, and the acting Governor rendered a decision that it
should be settled by the Provincial of the Order concerned,” replied
Pecson, again breaking out into a laugh, as though he were dealing with
an insignificant matter, he cited names and dates, and promised
documents that would prove how justice was dispensed.
“But, on what ground, tell me this, on what ground can they refuse
permission for what plainly appears to be extremely useful and
necessary?” asked Sandoval.
Pecson shrugged his shoulders. “It’s that it endangers the integrity of
the fatherland,” he replied in the tone of a notary reading an
allegation.
“That’s pretty good! What has the integrity of the fatherland to do
with the rules of syntax?”
“The Holy Mother Church has learned doctors—what do I know? Perhaps it
is feared that we may come to understand the laws so that we can obey
them. What will become of the Philippines on the day when we understand
one another?”
Sandoval did not relish the dialectic and jesting turn of the
conversation; along that path could rise no speech worth the while.
“Don’t make a joke of things!” he exclaimed. “This is a serious
matter.”
“The Lord deliver me from joking when there are friars concerned!”
“But, on what do you base—”
“On the fact that, the hours for the classes having to come at night,”
continued Pecson in the same tone, as if he were quoting known and
recognized formulas, “there may be invoked as an obstacle the
immorality of the thing, as was done in the case of the school at
Malolos.”
“Another! But don’t the classes of the Academy of Drawing, and the
novenaries and the processions, cover themselves with the mantle of
night?”
“The scheme affects the dignity of the University,” went on the chubby
youth, taking no notice of the question.
“Affects nothing! The University has to accommodate itself to the needs
of the students. And granting that, what is a university then? Is it an
institution to discourage study? Have a few men banded themselves
together in the name of learning and instruction in order to prevent
others from becoming enlightened?”
“The fact is that movements initiated from below are regarded as
discontent—”
“What about projects that come from above?” interpolated one of the
students. “There’s the School of Arts and Trades!”
“Slowly, slowly, gentlemen,” protested Sandoval. “I’m not a
friar-lover, my liberal views being well known, but render unto Caesar
that which is Caesar’s. Of that School of Arts and Trades, of which I
have been the most enthusiastic supporter and the realization of which
I shall greet as the first streak of dawn for these fortunate islands,
of that School of Arts and Trades the friars have taken charge—”
“Or the cat of the canary, which amounts to the same thing,” added
Pecson, in his turn interrupting the speech.
“Get out!” cried Sandoval, enraged at the interruption, which had
caused him to lose the thread of his long, well-rounded sentence. “As
long as we hear nothing bad, let’s not be pessimists, let’s not be
unjust, doubting the liberty and independence of the government.”
Here he entered upon a defense in beautiful phraseology of the
government and its good intentions, a subject that Pecson dared not
break in upon.
“The Spanish government,” he said among other things, “has given you
everything, it has denied you nothing! We had absolutism in Spain and
you had absolutism here; the friars covered our soil with conventos,
and conventos occupy a third part of Manila; in Spain the garrote
prevails and here the garrote is the extreme punishment; we are
Catholics and we have made you Catholics; we were scholastics and
scholasticism sheds its light in your college halls; in short,
gentlemen, we weep when you weep, we suffer when you suffer, we have
the same altars, the same courts, the same punishments, and it is only
just that we should give you our rights and our joys.”
As no one interrupted him, he became more and more enthusiastic, until
he came to speak of the future of the Philippines.
“As I have said, gentlemen, the dawn is not far distant. Spain is now
breaking the eastern sky for her beloved Philippines, and the times are
changing, as I positively know, faster than we imagine. This
government, which, according to you, is vacillating and weak, should be
strengthened by our confidence, that we may make it see that it is the
custodian of our hopes. Let us remind it by our conduct (should it ever
forget itself, which I do not believe can happen) that we have faith in
its good intentions and that it should be guided by no other standard
than justice and the welfare of all the governed. No, gentlemen,” he
went on in a tone more and more declamatory, “we must not admit at all
in this matter the possibility of a consultation with other more or
less hostile entities, as such a supposition would imply our
resignation to the fact. Your conduct up to the present has been frank,
loyal, without vacillation, above suspicion; you have addressed it
simply and directly; the reasons you have presented could not be more
sound; your aim is to lighten the labor of the teachers in the first
years and to facilitate study among the hundreds of students who fill
the college halls and for whom one solitary professor cannot suffice.
If up to the present the petition has not been granted, it has been for
the reason, as I feel sure, that there has been a great deal of
material accumulated, but I predict that the campaign is won, that the
summons of Makaraig is to announce to us the victory, and tomorrow we
shall see our efforts crowned with the applause and appreciation of the
country, and who knows, gentlemen, but that the government may confer
upon you some handsome decoration of merit, benefactors as you are of
the fatherland!”
Enthusiastic applause resounded. All immediately believed in the
triumph, and many in the decoration.
“Let it be remembered, gentlemen,” observed Juanito, “that I was one of
the first to propose it.”
The pessimist Pecson was not so enthusiastic. “Just so we don’t get
that decoration on our ankles,” he remarked, but fortunately for Pelaez
this comment was not heard in the midst of the applause.
When they had quieted down a little, Pecson replied, “Good, good, very
good, but one supposition: if in spite of all that, the General
consults and consults and consults, and afterwards refuses the permit?”
This question fell like a dash of cold water. All turned to Sandoval,
who was taken aback. “Then—” he stammered.
“Then?”
“Then,” he exclaimed in a burst of enthusiasm, still excited by the
applause, “seeing that in writing and in printing it boasts of desiring
your enlightenment, and yet hinders and denies it when called upon to
make it a reality—then, gentlemen, your efforts will not have been in
vain, you will have accomplished what no one else has been able to do.
Make them drop the mask and fling down the gauntlet to you!”
“Bravo, bravo!” cried several enthusiastically.
“Good for Sandoval! Hurrah for the gauntlet!” added others.
“Let them fling down the gauntlet to us!” repeated Pecson disdainfully.
“But afterwards?”
Sandoval seemed to be cut short in his triumph, but with the vivacity
peculiar to his race and his oratorical temperament he had an immediate
reply.
“Afterwards?” he asked. “Afterwards, if none of the Filipinos dare to
accept the challenge, then I, Sandoval, in the name of Spain, will take
up the gauntlet, because such a policy would give the lie to the good
intentions that she has always cherished toward her provinces, and
because he who is thus faithless to the trust reposed in him and abuses
his unlimited authority deserves neither the protection of the
fatherland nor the support of any Spanish citizen!”
The enthusiasm of his hearers broke all bounds. Isagani embraced him,
the others following his example. They talked of the fatherland, of
union, of fraternity, of fidelity. The Filipinos declared that if there
were only Sandovals in Spain all would be Sandovals in the Philippines.
His eyes glistened, and it might well be believed that if at that
moment any kind of gauntlet had been flung at him he would have leaped
upon any kind of horse to ride to death for the Philippines.
The “cold water” alone replied: “Good, that’s very good, Sandoval. I
could also say the same if I were a Peninsular, but not being one, if I
should say one half of what you have, you yourself would take me for a
filibuster.”
Sandoval began a speech in protest, but was interrupted.
“Rejoice, friends, rejoice! Victory!” cried a youth who entered at that
moment and began to embrace everybody.
“Rejoice, friends! Long live the Castilian tongue!”
An outburst of applause greeted this announcement. They fell to
embracing one another and their eyes filled with tears. Pecson alone
preserved his skeptical smile.
The bearer of such good news was Makaraig, the young man at the head of
the movement. This student occupied in that house, by himself, two
rooms, luxuriously furnished, and had his servant and a cochero to look
after his carriage and horses. He was of robust carriage, of refined
manners, fastidiously dressed, and very rich. Although studying law
only that he might have an academic degree, he enjoyed a reputation for
diligence, and as a logician in the scholastic way had no cause to envy
the most frenzied quibblers of the University faculty. Nevertheless he
was not very far behind in regard to modern ideas and progress, for his
fortune enabled him to have all the books and magazines that a watchful
censor was unable to keep out. With these qualifications and his
reputation for courage, his fortunate associations in his earlier
years, and his refined and delicate courtesy, it was not strange that
he should exercise such great influence over his associates and that he
should have been chosen to carry out such a difficult undertaking as
that of the instruction in Castilian.
After the first outburst of enthusiasm, which in youth always takes
hold in such exaggerated forms, since youth finds everything beautiful,
they wanted to be informed how the affair had been managed.
“I saw Padre Irene this morning,” said Makaraig with a certain air of
mystery.
“Hurrah for Padre Irene!” cried an enthusiastic student.
“Padre Irene,” continued Makaraig, “has told me about everything that
took place at Los Baños. It seems that they disputed for at least a
week, he supporting and defending our case against all of them, against
Padre Sibyla, Padre Fernandez, Padre Salvi, the General, the jeweler
Simoun—”
“The jeweler Simoun!” interrupted one of his listeners. “What has that
Jew to do with the affairs of our country? We enrich him by buying—”
“Keep quiet!” admonished another impatiently, anxious to learn how
Padre Irene had been able to overcome such formidable opponents.
“There were even high officials who were opposed to our project, the
Head Secretary, the Civil Governor, Quiroga the Chinaman—”
“Quiroga the Chinaman! The pimp of the—”
“Shut up!”