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"You didn't?" went on the youth, forcing him down upon his knees. "No, I assure you! It was my predecessor, it was Padre Damaso!" "Ah!" exclaimed the youth, releasing his hold, and clapping his hand desperately to his brow; then, leaving poor Fray Salvi, he turned away and hurried toward his house. The old servant came up and helped the friar to his feet. Tasio: Lunatic or Sage
"We don't understand you, sir," said his hearers, staring at him with doubtful looks. "Listen," continued the liberal leader in a low voice to several near him. "This morning I met old Tasio and the old man said to me: 'Your rivals hate you more than they do your ideas. Do you wish that a thing shall not be done?
The yellowish individual, or rather his corpse, wrapped up in a mat, was in fact being carried to the town hall. Ibarra hurried home to change his clothes. "A bad beginning, huh!" commented old Tasio, as he moved away. Free Thought Ibarra was just putting the finishing touches to a change of clothing when a servant informed him that a countryman was asking for him.
The funereal presentiments of old Tasio seemed to have been dissipated forever. So Ibarra observed to him one day, but the old pessimist answered: "Remember what Baltazar says: Kung ang isalúbong sa iyong pagdating Ay masayang maukha't may pakitang giliw, Lalong pag-iñgata't kaaway na lihim Baltazar was no less a thinker than a poet."
Crispin can study with old Tasio, who does not whip and who is a good man, even if the curate does not believe so. What have we to fear now from the padre? Can he make us any poorer than we are? You may believe it, mother, the old man is good. I've seen him often in the church when no one else was about, kneeling and praying, believe it. So, mother, I'll stop being a sacristan.
Well, as it has begun to rain and threatens to continue, we shall have time to relieve the monotony," replied Tasio, falling into a thoughtful mood. Don Filipo closed the book which he held in his hand and Doray sat down at his side determined not to believe anything that the old man was about to say.
He became so addicted to his studies and the purchase of books, that he entirely neglected his fortune and gradually ruined himself. Persons of culture called him Don Anastasio, or Tasio the Sage, while the great crowd of the ignorant knew him as Tasio the Lunatic, on account of his peculiar ideas and his eccentric manner of dealing with others.
Should he have done so, he would neither have written so much nonsense nor would he have shown the shallowness of his knowledge, which, by the way, he derives from some little books, which, to propagate and maintain obscurantism, were published in Cataluna, by Sarda y Salvany. "Thus was old Tasio expressing himself, when the voice of the Almighty was heard summoning me to His presence.
Crispin began to cry, murmuring between his sobs, "Then go home alone! I don't want to go. Tell mother that I'm sick. I don't want to go." "Crispin, don't cry!" pleaded the elder. "Mother won't believe it don't cry! Old Tasio told us that a fine supper is waiting for us." "A fine supper! And I haven't eaten for a long time. They won't give me anything to eat until the two gold pieces appear.
On the morning of the following day, Ibarra, after visiting his lands, made his way to the home of old Tasio. Complete stillness reigned in the garden, for even the swallows circling about the eaves scarcely made any noise. Moss grew on the old wall, over which a kind of ivy clambered to form borders around the windows. The little house seemed to be the abode of silence.
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