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BY HENRY VAN DYKE
What is Fortune, what is Fame?
Come, my friend, and let us prove
The Hague, 1914.
TO THEODORA, WITH THE POET'S NARCISSUS
BY MARY LAWSON
Sweet maid, the passion of the rose
I lay not at your feet;
I deem a gift more meet.
A flower whose virgin whiteness glows
Adown the path we trace,
A flower whose fragrant whispers say
That tender constancy
All passion's ecstasy.
Sweet maid, I pray thee, have no fear
To wear my April flowers ;
The rose, too, shall be ours !
BY CALEB GOODIN
T has been said that the insurrecto spirit them through the jungle in the middle of the of the Tondo district in Manila is due night and routed the Moros from their beds;
to Moro blood. Legaspi, the founder and how they searched for Major Felipe, but of Spanish Manila, discovered the Moham- could not find him. Then the old veterans medans already in control there when he would rise to their feet and drink with great arrived in 1570. A similar persistence of solemnity to the memory of Major Felipe, race traits is found among the Macabebes of the hero of Mount Apo. Pampanga, who are said to be the descend- Dato Boda was the son of the Sultan of ants of Chinese pirates who were stranded Tawiji, on the Tawi Tawi Islands, between there in the early seventeenth century. At Jolo and Borneo, where the pirates live offany rate, the Macabebes have been great shore in houses reared above the shallow soldiers and have felt sufficiently different water, making a prehistoric Venice in which from the other Filipinos to remain loyal to the little brown-thatched huts perched on the existing government even in Spanish their slender pilinys look like Cubist cranes times.
asleep on their fishing-grounds.
It was When the first Filipino soldiers were asked through these Tawi Tawi Islands that the to join Uncle Sam's army under the name first Mohammedans made their way into the of Scouts back in 1900, the Macabebes were Philippines in the early fifteenth century. the first to enlist and made the best record Dato Boda was a young man of military for bravery. At Bajonam, where the Moro training who desired to know the way's of the pirate Dato Sandi made his last stand in the wonderful Occident, but he was a Mohamcrater of a volcano, it was the Macabebes medan to the core, nevertheless. The old who led the charge up the mountain-side, and Sultan had sent him on a tour of the world it was they who first plunged over the edge to see the great armies of Germany and into that seething mass of frenzied, fanatical France, the great navy of England, and the Mohammedans, where it was kill or be industries of America. Arriving in Manila, killed, and where even the women and chil- on his way home in December, 1913, he dren fought like wildcats.
stopped over to visit his father's friend In this guerrilla warfare of the Moro coun- Colonel Border. try the Macabebes showed such bravery that The Colonel was a big, warm-hearted the entire company were awarded medals, soldier of irresistible personality, the type of and many of them were raised to the rank American that has won the admiration of the of commissioned officers, a rank never before entire Orient. When he opened his mail at given to Filipinos. Since they were mustered headquarters and found an invitation for himout in 1907 they have met every year on self and a companion to attend the annual Christmas Day in the great sala at Capitan reunion of the Macabebes, he slapped the Juan's to celebrate the anniversary of the crusty old Major on the back, exclaiming, last grand charge at Mount Apo, where they “ I'm going to take Dato Boda!" lost half their number, but proved that, man " Take Dato Boda where?” grunted the for man, they were the equal of any Moro.
Major. At the close of this banquet Lieutenant "To the Macabebe reunion—" Tomas always stood up and described how, “To the Macabebe reunion! You're a sword in hand, Major Felipe led them up the fool! Might as well take a nigger to a Ben mountain-side; how he was first on the Tillman reception ! Oh, well, you always earthworks to cut down the Crescent flag was a fool about these googoos,” and the with his own hand and trample it in the dirt ; Major walked away with a very disgusted how a giant Moro cut him down with a look on his face. barong and dragged him into the trenches, But the Colonel was not discouraged. He while the rest of the Macabebes were driven was immensely popular with both Moros and back with the loss of fifty men ; how the Filipinos, and since they both liked him so Macabebes refused to sleep till Capitan Luna, well he could not see how they could hate succeeding to Major Felipe's command, led each other very much. On giving the invita
tion to Dato Boda, the latter bowed courte- armies he has seen in Europe,' suggested ously and said, “The honor is very great, the voluble little bugler.
Dato Boda was Colonel.”
visibly embarrassed. Filipino men, unlike On hearing of Dato Boda's coming the their women, are poor conversationalists, Macabebes frowned and shook their heads even though they are much given to oratory sorrowfully." But," interposed Capitan Juan, of the stump-speech variety. It is only in who had seen three years' service against the the most democratic civilizations that converMoros of Tawi Tawi, “ Boda is part Chris- sation supersedes speeches at public banquets. tian. Why shouldn't the Cclonel bring him ? “ It is only by arguing with him on a point His mother was a Spanish lady captured by of military organization that you can get him the pirates in the raid of Calivo in '83. She to tell you what he has seen,” volunteered was a delicate woman for a Sultan's harem. the Colonel, smiling approvingly on his proWhen Boda was born, the old Sultan took tégé. him away from her until she promised not to They say the Moro Scouts made a brave teach him Christianity. And later, when stand at Jolo last year,” said Lieutenant some spiteful old hag told the Sultan that Tomas, returning to the attack on Dato Boda's mother still prayed to the Virgin, she Boda's silence. was torn from her boy and sent to a harem Yes, they are fine soldiers ; braver even in Borneo. For his mother's sake we should than the Moros of the jungle,” he replied, welcome Dato Boda."
forgetting his embarrassment in his enthuOn Christmas Day the old warriors gath- siasm for his own comrades—he had been a ered round the long table at Capitan Juan's. Moro Scout himself. The windows were open, and to the west- “ But they have to call in the Macabebes ward the rice-fields, loaded with ripened when real fighting begins," whispered Sergrain, were swaying in the northeast mon- geant Unson to Marcos, the little bugler.
Beyond the rice-fields the Zambales “Yes, and the juramentados have all Jolo Mountains loomed up in the blue distance, scared to death this minute, in spite of the not so high as those of the Moro country, brave' Moro Scouts," whispered back the but high and rugged enough to suggest the
little bugler. scenes of bygone days when the Macabebes A juramentado is a Moro who has sworn climbed the lofty Catabato Range and de- to kill Christians on sight. He is a religious feated the followers of Mohammed at their fanatic, but it is generally supposed that this last stand on the slopes of Mount Apo. fanaticism is largely under the control of the Major Luna, the hero of Bajonam, and suc- Datos ; leastwise they tell a story down in cessor to Major Felipe, sat at the head of Zamboanga of an epidemic of juramentados the table. Colonel Border, of the illustrious that the Dato claimed to be unable to stop. Fifth Cavalry, was at the other end, and Dato A few days later a troop of American cavalryBoda, wearing a red fez, sat at his right. men ran amuck and practically cleaned out All were in the brown uniform of the United the town in which the Dato lived. The old States Scouts except the Colonel, who wore Dato came running to the Colonel's quarters the blue uniform of the regulars, with a For- crying, “ Commandante ! Commandante ! The eign Service pin three inches long and his soldiers are killing my people !" left breast gleaming with medals.
The Colonel shrugged his shoulders helpValenciana and venison, bantalaan, obud, lessly, “ What can I do?” he said, with eyeand mangoes were piled on the plates in brows lifted. “ I cannot stop them. They rapid succession by stalwart servers of digni- have gone juramentado." fied mien, each with a badge of honor on his There were no more jurimentados in that breast, and dressed, like the guests, in the section of Moroland. brown uniform of the Scouts.
The eating over, the glasses were refilled the few remaining privates of the company and the Major called on Colonel Border for of Macabebes. None but heroes could be a speech. The Colonel rose slowly from his present at this celebration, even among the chair, his six feet two inches of bone and servants. The glasses were kept filled with muscle looming above the table like a giant purple tinto, and as the banquet progressed in comparison with the short brown men bethe laconic warriors gradually loosened their side him ; but noble deeds make all men of tongues and began to talk.
equal stature. Boys," he began, “I can“ Dato Boda should tell us about the great not tell you how deeply I appreciate the
honor of being present on this occasion. It litter. The man stirred. His left eye opened is a great pleasure to know that the brave and scanned the men in brown uniform. A deeds of Major Felipe are so appropriately weak smile spread over his face, then he remembered. It is a double pleasure to
“ Call the doctor !” ordered know that his memory is the occasion for the Major, taking the man's bony hand and the meeting of so many noble men.
rubbing it. Colonel Border and Dato Boda the memory of the dead heroes of Mount joined the group around the litter. Some Apo!'” All drained their glasses with great cold water and brandy revived the man again, solemnity.
and his face lighted up as though he saw a "I feel it a great privilege," he continued. vision. - Macabebes!” he whispered, so softly " to be able to bring as my guest the re- that only the Major could hear him. nowned Dato Boda, one of the noblest of “ Are you Major Felipe?” asked Major Moros, and one who is with us, not against
Luna. us, in our attempt to establish peace and “YesI-am-Felipe.” happiness in the southern islands."
Murmurs against the Moros arose among "Brother Filipinos," interrupted Dato the Macabebes. Dato Boda stiffened. He Boda, “it is the custom of my people not to put on his red fez and stood erect, head take off the fez in the presence of Christians. back, eyes looking straight to the front. But But in this common
as he placed the fez on his head the red brothers. With bared head I join you in caught the eye of the man in the litter. drinking to the Americans.” Every glass With a horrible scream, the man threw his was emptied with fervor.
arms over his head as though to ward off a "Long live Dato Boda !” cried Capitan blow, and shook from head to foot in abject Juan, and all glasses were raised again.
terror. At that moment the door opened and a man Dato Boda's nose curled in a sneer, on a litter was carried into the room. " What and he said something as though talking to means this intrusion ?" demanded Major himself. The little bugler just in front of Luna. The waiters advanced angrily to order him thought he said, “ Coward !” the supposed beggar from the room, but “Come,” said Colonel Border, touching stopped when they saw his face. Well! the haughty Moslem on the arm. “ We will Speak up! We can't stand here all day
The two men walked from the waiting for you to get out," snapped the room, the Colonel with a troubled look on Major, testily.
his face, the Moro as stiff as an automaton, " This man hired us to bring him here. head back, nose curled, eyes straight to the He said he was a Macabebe. He calls him- front. self Felipe—Major Felipe."
The Macabebes were impassive but for a “Major Felipe ?” gasped the Macabebes hint of fire in their eyes.
Major Luna knelt in chorus, turning to look at the man in the beside the litter and took the man partly in litter. “I think that's what he called him
“Don't be afraid, Felipe. Don't self,” mumbled the head carrier, half scared be afraid. The Moros have gone and your by the commotion his words had caused. Macabebes are here." The Major was not
"Be seated, gentlemen,” said Major Luna, convinced as to the man's identity, but he going to the litter to look at the man. He had sympathy for anyone who hated a couldn't have meant our Felipe. Why, man, Moro. I saw Major Felipe cut wide open before my The man ceased shaking under the revery eyes at Mount Apo! We lost fifty men assuring words of Major Luna, and some there, and never one returned. That was more brandy gave him strength. When he five years ago !" As the carrier stepped aside, took his hands from his face, his eyes had a letting the light shine full on the man's face, haunted look as he searched the crowd for a Major Luna gave a start. A terrible scar red fez. Seeing none, the smile returned, ran from the man's left forehead clear across but every moment or two he put his hand to his right eye and cheek. His one good eye his forehead, and his face was all twisted was closed, and his face was furrowed deeply
“ Tell us where you come from," with lines of pain. What might once have entreated Major Luna. been a noble brow was now misshapen and With the frown of pain still on his forehead inflamed.
the man began to talk ; weakly at first, but The Macabebes slowly gathered round the gaining in strength as the excitement of the
narrative stimulated him to superhuman over his face. He threw his arms over his effort. Comrades, you know the charge, head to ward off an imaginary blow, and at Mount Apo.” The Macabebes jumped as seemed to lose his senses. “Please, Dato from an electric shock, then looked at him Alim, do not strike to-day! Oh, oh! in the more intently. " When I reached the earth- name of Allah, do not strike to-day !” works, I tore their yellow flag from its place The Macabebes cursed out loud. Then and called for you to come on.
Then all was the man seemed to regain his senses. А dark. See ! They cut me here with a smile hovered weakly around his mouth, but barong." He put his hand on the terrible the fire in his eye had faded. His lips scar that ran across forehead, eye, and cheek. moved. - Comrades !" came, the whisper. The eyeball had been cut open.
At that his muscles relaxed, his eyes closed, "I awoke with an awful pain shooting and a slight quiver ran through his wasted through my right eye. A Moro girl was body. The Macabebes bowed their heads as nursing me and she spoke to me. With my though in submission to a divine Providence, left
eye I could see that her face was kindly, but the last rays of the twilight saw their but I could not understand her words. The faces set in hard lines of hatred. Moros knew who I was, and looked at me As the Macabebes stood with bowed heads with respect, but soon the Dato came and in the twilight gloom, one of the privates who told me I must be a Mohammedan. The had helped carry the little bugler from the priests came every day to read from the room entered from the kitchen, crossed the Koran, but I would not listen.”
floor quickly but silently, and touched Major The sun had gone down behind the Zam- Luna on the shoulder. 6. Marcos has gone bales Mountains, dull and red. The sickly to kill the Moro," he said. glare refleted from a salmon sky gave the Not a word was uttered, not a movement objects in the salá a pale, ghostlike hue, and made, for almost a minute; then old Capitan a feverish light began to shine in the man's Juan seemed to wake up. Major ! Dato eye. One day I thought they were not Boda is our guest. He must not be attacked looking; so I began to run. A guard soon here." Major Luna remained hesitatingly blocked the path, and then Dato' Alim came on his knees by the litter for a moment, and, running up in an awful rage. "You will not rose to his feet. “ You are right, Capitan. escape again, you dog of a Christian !' The We must stop Marcos." men held me down while he chopped off my The moon was obscured by a cloud as the feet with a bolo."
officers approached the bulky outline of the "Oh!” groaned the listening Macabebes, Vargas House, which overhung the street like their lips hideously pale in the fading light.
Before they could call to Colonel The little bugler threw back the sheet that Border, whom they knew to be somewhere covered the man's legs, then fainted, falling inside, they saw a figure dart across the across the litter. The man's feet were balcony and strike a figure in a square cap chopped off above the ankles, and his knees that was sitting there smoking. The cigar were scabbed and swollen as though he had tumbled to the floor and the figure that was been walking on them. The Macabebes struck jumped to its feet, stood proudly turned to the table and drank gin like water, erect a moment facing toward Mecca, and while the little bugler was carried from the then fell full length on the balcony floor.
The two Macabebes ran up the stairs and Go on!” pleaded Major Luna.
out onto the balcony. A stream of moonlight “ The little Moro girl nursed me back to at the far end near the railing revealed three life again, but the priests kept coming every statue-like figures as though in a spot-light day.' His voice began to grow weak. scene at a drama. The Moro lay at full “ They put spies around my room. They length on the floor, the red fez still on his
• heard me pray to the Saviour. Dato Alim head, and a knife handle sticking out of his came again ; he would make me forget my, back ridiculously. Colonel Border's massive Saviour! He struck me on the forehead figure was kneeling beside the corpse, and he many times with a little iron ball. Here was looking tragically at the little bugler who in this hollow place. I became unconscious. stood stiffly to one side in an awkward posiEach day he struck me again in this same tion, gazing blankly at the victim of his replace.”
venge. Colonel Border was speaking. “Oh, The look of a beaten, cringing man came Marcos ! You—you—why did you kill him?"