Chapter 28: - Page 5 of 6


(English version of “Noli Me Tangere”)

Tonight there was a solemn procession, but of that I will speak in my letter tomorrow, because in addition to the explosions that have bewildered me and made me somewhat deaf I am tired and falling over with sleep.  While, therefore, I recover my strength in the arms of Morpheus—or rather on a cot in the convento—I desire for you, my distinguished friend, a pleasant night and take leave of you until tomorrow, which will be the great day.

Your affectionate friend,

SAN DIEGO, November 11.


Thus wrote the worthy correspondent.  Now let us see what Capitan Martin wrote to his friend, Luis Chiquito:

DEAR CHOY,—Come a-running if you can, for there’s something doing at the fiesta.  Just imagine, Capitan Joaquin is almost broke.  Capitan Tiago has doubled up on him three times and won at the first turn of the cards each time, so that Capitan Manuel, the owner of the house, is growing smaller every minute from sheer joy.  Padre Damaso smashed a lamp with his fist because up to now he hasn’t won on a single card.  The Consul has lost on his cocks and in the bank all that he won from us at the fiesta of Biñan and at that of the Virgin of the Pillar in Santa Cruz.

We expected Capitan Tiago to bring us his future son-in-law, the rich heir of Don Rafael, but it seems that he wishes to imitate his father, for he does not even show himself.  It’s a pity, for it seems he never will be any use to us.

Carlos the Chinaman is making a big fortune with the liam-pó.  I suspect that he carries something hidden, probably a charm, for he complains constantly of headaches and keeps his head bandaged, and when the wheel of the liam-pó is slowing down he leans over, almost touching it, as if he were looking at it closely.  I am shocked, because I know more stories of the same kind.

Good-by, Choy.  My birds are well and my wife is happy and having a good time.

Your friend,

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