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Title: A story from the Philippines
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Driscoll, Katherine Elizabeth, 1867-
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Publisher: New York, London, Abbey Press
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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han made a pretty, courtlycurtsey to me, and said in Spanish, Wel-come to my fathers home, seiior. She turned to Marta and to Tomas and said. Take Seiior Billvs men into the house */ and make them comfortable and happy. 68 A Story from the Philippines. They are our guests for to-day. And turn-ing to me she said, You will spend yourChristmas with us, senor—you shall occupymy fathers chamber, and again I welcomeyou in his name. I bowed my thanks to thesenorita and said, I must first report tothe adjutant and receive instructions, andif he will permit me I will gladly return andspend Christmas with you. We left the senoritas home and rodethrough the town to headquarters. Thetown looked festive inasmuch as the peoplewere all dressed in their gaudiest best. But it was to begin with a scorching hotday, and in every way so different fromhome that it was almost funny to say Mer-ry Christmas, I saw the adjutant. He gave me permis-sion to return and spend the night in Senor-ita Marchans home.
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.:< ; - Christmas Day. 69 When we returned the senorita calledTomas to look after my men, and she ush-ered me into her fathers room, where oldMarta was lighting the candles. Sheseemed quite excited at the idea of anAmerican soldado for a visitor and in truthI think she disapproved of it. As she fol-lowed the senorita from the room she point-ed to a heavy cord and tassel and told meit was masters bell, and that by pulling it,I could summon either her or Tomas. At last I was alone. I looked about meto see what sort of a place a Filipino gen-tlemans bedroom is. It was a most impos-ing room. The floor and walls were of solidmahogany, polished so that you could al-most see your face in them. It was a largeroom. In one corner was the retablo(altar)—a fixture in every Filipino home—rich or poor. / 70 A Story from the Philippines. For the first time in many months, in factsince I had left home, I made my toilet likea gentleman, and I certainly felt better, andmore fit to present myself

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