The Reign of Greed Part 13
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"_Carambas!_ Listen--Monday, what happened?"
"As it was the first school-day, he called the roll and a.s.signed the lesson--about mirrors. Look, from here to here, by memory, word for word. We jump all this section, we take that." He was pointing out with his finger in the "Physics" the portions that were to be learned, when suddenly the book flew through the air, as a result of the slap Juanito gave it from below.
"Thunder, let the lessons go! Let's have a _dia pichido!_"
The students in Manila call _dia pichido_ a school-day that falls between two holidays and is consequently suppressed, as though forced out by their wish.
"Do you know that you really are an a.s.s?" exclaimed Placido, picking up his book and papers.
"Let's have a _dia pichido!_" repeated Juanito.
Placido was unwilling, since for only two the authorities were hardly going to suspend a cla.s.s of more than a hundred and fifty. He recalled the struggles and privations his mother was suffering in order to keep him in Manila, while she went without even the necessities of life.
They were just pa.s.sing through the breach of Santo Domingo, and Juanito, gazing across the little plaza [25] in front of the old Customs building, exclaimed, "Now I think of it, I'm appointed to take up the collection."
"What collection?"
"For the monument."
"What monument?"
"Get out! For Padre Balthazar, you know."
"And who was Padre Balthazar?"
"Fool! A Dominican, of course--that's why the padres call on the students. Come on now, loosen up with three or four pesos, so that they may see we are sports. Don't let them say afterwards that in order to erect a statue they had to dig down into their own pockets. Do, Placido, it's not money thrown away."
He accompanied these words with a significant wink. Placido recalled the case of a student who had pa.s.sed through the entire course by presenting canary-birds, so he subscribed three pesos.
"Look now, I'll write your name plainly so that the professor will read it, you see--Placido Penitente, three pesos. Ah, listen! In a couple of weeks comes the nameday of the professor of natural history. You know that he's a good fellow, never marks absences or asks about the lesson. Man, we must show our appreciation!"
"That's right!"
"Then don't you think that we ought to give him a celebration? The orchestra must not be smaller than the one you had for the professor of physics."
"That's right!"
"What do you think about making the contribution two pesos? Come, Placido, you start it, so you'll be at the head of the list."
Then, seeing that Placido gave the two pesos without hesitation, he added, "Listen, put up four, and afterwards I'll return you two. They'll serve as a decoy."
"Well, if you're going to return them to me, why give them to you? It'll be sufficient, for you to write four."
"Ah, that's right! What an a.s.s I am! Do you know, I'm getting to be a regular a.s.s! But let me have them anyhow, so that I can show them."
Placido, in order not to give the lie to the priest who christened him, gave what was asked, just as they reached the University.
In the entrance and along the walks on each side of it were gathered the students, awaiting the appearance of the professors. Students of the preparatory year of law, of the fifth of the secondary course, of the preparatory in medicine, formed lively groups. The latter were easily distinguished by their clothing and by a certain air that was lacking in the others, since the greater part of them came from the Ateneo Munic.i.p.al. Among them could be seen the poet Isagani, explaining to a companion the theory of the refraction of light. In another group they were talking, disputing, citing the statements of the professor, the text-books, and scholastic principles; in yet another they were gesticulating and waving their books in the air or making demonstrations with their canes by drawing diagrams on the ground; farther on, they were entertaining themselves in watching the pious women go into the neighboring church, all the students making facetious remarks. An old woman leaning on a young girl limped piously, while the girl moved along writh downcast eyes, timid and abashed to pa.s.s before so many curious eyes. The old lady, catching up her coffee-colored skirt, of the Sisterhood of St. Rita, to reveal her big feet and white stockings, scolded her companion and shot furious glances at the staring bystanders.
"The rascals!" she grunted. "Don't look at them, keep your eyes down."
Everything was noticed; everything called forth jokes and comments. Now it was a magnificent victoria which stopped at the door to set down a family of votaries on their way to visit the Virgin of the Rosary [26]
on her favorite day, while the inquisitive sharpened their eyes to get a glimpse of the shape and size of the young ladies' feet as they got out of the carriages; now it was a student who came out of the door with devotion still s.h.i.+ning in his eyes, for he had pa.s.sed through the church to beg the Virgin's help in understanding his lesson and to see if his sweetheart was there, to exchange a few glances with her and go on to his cla.s.s with the recollection of her loving eyes.
Soon there was noticed some movement in the groups, a certain air of expectancy, while Isagani paused and turned pale. A carriage drawn by a pair of well-known white horses had stopped at the door. It was that of Paulita Gomez, and she had already jumped down, light as a bird, without giving the rascals time to see her foot. With a bewitching whirl of her body and a sweep of her hand she arranged the folds of her skirt, shot a rapid and apparently careless glance toward Isagani, spoke to him and smiled. Dona Victorina descended in her turn, gazed over her spectacles, saw Juanito Pelaez, smiled, and bowed to him affably.
Isagani, flushed with excitement, returned a timid salute, while Juanito bowed profoundly, took off his hat, and made the same gesture as the celebrated clown and caricaturist Panza when he received applause.
"Heavens, what a girl!" exclaimed one of the students, starting forward. "Tell the professor that I'm seriously ill." So Tadeo, as this invalid youth was known, entered the church to follow the girl.
Tadeo went to the University every day to ask if the cla.s.ses would be held and each time seemed to be more and more astonished that they would. He had a fixed idea of a latent and eternal _holiday_, and expected it to come any day. So each morning, after vainly proposing that they play truant, he would go away alleging important business, an appointment, or illness, just at the very moment when his companions were going to their cla.s.ses. But by some occult, thaumaturgic art Tadeo pa.s.sed the examinations, was beloved by the professors, and had before him a promising future.
Meanwhile, the groups began to move inside, for the professor of physics and chemistry had put in his appearance. The students appeared to be cheated in their hopes and went toward the interior of the building with exclamations of discontent. Placido went along with the crowd.
"Penitente, Penitente!" called a student with a certain mysterious air. "Sign this!"
"What is it?"
"Never mind--sign it!"
It seemed to Placido that some one was twitching his ears. He recalled the story of a cabeza de barangay in his town who, for having signed a doc.u.ment that he did not understand, was kept a prisoner for months and months, and came near to deportation. An uncle of Placido's, in order to fix the lesson in his memory, had given him a severe ear-pulling, so that always whenever he heard signatures spoken of, his ears reproduced the sensation.
"Excuse me, but I can't sign anything without first understanding what it's about."
"What a fool you are! If two _celestial carbineers_ have signed it, what have you to fear?"
The name of _celestial carbineers_ inspired confidence, being, as it was, a sacred company created to aid G.o.d in the warfare against the evil spirit and to prevent the smuggling of heretical contraband into the markets of the New Zion. [27]
Placido was about to sign to make an end of it, because he was in a hurry,--already his cla.s.smates were reciting the _O Thoma_,--but again his ears twitched, so he said, "After the cla.s.s! I want to read it first."
"It's very long, don't you see? It concerns the presentation of a counter-pet.i.tion, or rather, a protest. Don't you understand? Makaraig and some others have asked that an academy of Castilian be opened, which is a piece of genuine foolishness--"
"All right, all right, after awhile. They're already beginning,"
answered Placido, trying to get away.
"But your professor may not call the roll--"
"Yes, yes; but he calls it sometimes. Later on, later on! Besides, I don't want to put myself in opposition to Makaraig."
"But it's not putting yourself in opposition, it's only--"
Placido heard no more, for he was already far away, hurrying to his cla.s.s. He heard the different voices--_adsum, adsum_--the roll was being called! Hastening his steps he got to the door just as the letter Q was reached.
"_Tinamaan ng--!_" [28] he muttered, biting his lips.
He hesitated about entering, for the mark was already down against him and was not to be erased. One did not go to the cla.s.s to learn but in order not to get this absence mark, for the cla.s.s was reduced to reciting the lesson from memory, reading the book, and at the most answering a few abstract, profound, captious, enigmatic questions. True, the usual preachment was never lacking--the same as ever, about humility, submission, and respect to the clerics, and he, Placido, was humble, submissive, and respectful. So he was about to turn away when he remembered that the examinations were approaching and his professor had not yet asked him a question nor appeared to notice him--this would be a good opportunity to attract his attention and become known! To be known was to gain a year, for if it cost nothing to suspend one who was not known, it required a hard heart not to be touched by the sight of a youth who by his daily presence was a reproach over a year of his life wasted.
So Placido went in, not on tiptoe as was his custom, but noisily on his heels, and only too well did he succeed in his intent! The professor stared at him, knitted his brows, and shook his head, as though to say, "Ah, little impudence, you'll pay for that!"
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