The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 24, 1899, Page 24

THE SUNDAY CALL SOLE SURVIVOR OF A % Sentenged bU the Filigine Junta = ABELLO ARTACHO, the last rep- sentative of a martyred family, gain be sentenced to die the death of a traitor. ree ago the Artachos d five—a father and four sons they tituted one of the hiest, the most influential, and at the same time happlest, families in all T bello stands alone, hold home, n hope itself; and intervenes, as he will lie in a h and all to die yusly 1imself a true pat- for independ- for contri- ( béplaio 1d though . con- yman 1 1 do? form of con- f to his mind ently worry about that e pic Tots of tir ! of these here ow it. The the rosie hadn't beer eyes and watery g e same boy gster mects her s cheerfully, and au puts out a toil- ats him on the been awful \e says earnestly. a hunched shoulder etween me ender, bronzed of the triangular slve, stooping body the incony into the incon terior of the tiny tent.. While conditions rob this entragnce of something of the im- sive dignity which rightfully belongs MeKinpon- Martyred Family S SOON TO DIE. % butions to help along the “insurrectos” movement the elder Artacho was one of the first to respond, and he responded so generously that he almost stripped himself of lands as well as fortune. The events of those days too well known to require ition h It is sufficient to when Aguinaldo, San the other leaders of the insurrection were banished Isabello Artacho, the now ¢ -doomed man, and a younger other were amang their num Tsabello indeed was one of the council which had accepted the bribe of $800,000 from the Spanlards, but he For Being Too Friendll o America ants of the province had not yet ceased whispering their terrified condemna- tion of this outrage when they were of War, into prison. It was at Cavite that I became ac- quainted with Artacho, his remarkably horrified by the discovery of the old attractive face, refined manner and no- man lylng dead by the side of the ble bearing attracting my attention highroad. most strongly when I first saw him Not long subsequent to this dreadful event the youngest son, a handsome and brave young fellow scarcely more amid his filthy prison surroundings. In- tellectually he towered like a giant above the Spaniards about him and his than a boy in years, was seized in demeanor was as serenely dignified as and, afier a weary wait in if he had been a ruling prince instead ilibid prison w said to of a, hopeless prisoner. He was then have been deported, but as he has under sentence of death and had been never been heard of since it is certain that he ‘‘disapp ed” in a way most satisfactory to his enemies. condemned without a trial. A military tribunal had informed him that owing to proofs placed before it by the dicta- had counseled had AT 1 ation )k down pair of d C and of him than he or to any one rise to do him me like a engulfs my irst quiet a xt the many time tal bodi their light surer up shattered limbs and ghas == A "BROTAER P = SHOT AT IMUS ISABELLO ARTACHO, EX-MINISTER OF WAR. Aguinaldo did not then call him- sident—his death had been de- ed upon. At this time I was for- 1 « i al in de- captured on fa al trial man's either because of that & v through f bation t 1 out. A r of American dis- h sentence w p. cho, howev but w As soon as the steamer was ready to 1 the dock Isabello was taken away from Cavite and for seven months nothing was seen or heard of him by g loading rgent steam- those interested in his welfare. Shortly pt meanwhile on a far from after his enforced departure, however, a and water. word came that his only remaining brother had been arrested and shot at Imus by Aguinaldo’s orders, the charge against him being treason. Several weeks ago Isabello Artacho reappeared in Manila and claimed the protection of General Otis, but in vain. General Otis sent him fo Hongkong and the Filipino junta there has just met and decreed that he must die. The main charge against him at this time is that he is too friendly with cans and believes too strongly in Amer- ican institutions. PIERRE N. BERINGER. -—Soldier, Priest, Counselor ar;d. 6}112 Friepd Chaplain McKinnon of the “ Fighting Flrs- to Our Raliforpia Boys. under the redhot h: il of fierce and bloody d i 4 battle; his voice has s sof vibrant pathos h being rais to God in supplication de dying s die: whil guns and non h other to drown yer with the hel human conflict. gainst ez sound of pr murderou He carries the proudly poised head of a conqueror, for long ago he vanquished man’s greatest enemy—self; and he has the of a saint. His rather thin, dark hair crowns a forehead roundly prominent — his _Scotch _ances has given him the high cheek bones and Square facial contour of his immediate forbears—but_he has a nose that most surely came down to him from a Roman patrici fe s dressed in soldier blue, but there is a I insignia_upon h k cross instead of gilt s collar, and there is a broad, black pe running adown outer 'seam of his trousers instead of a white or a red or a yellow one. For the rest he wears a foraging cap and an overcoat resplendent with' silken frogs, and a pair of shoes as trimly fitting, as nice of quality, and as gl ily blackened as if he were in a lady's drawing-room T ha! 1f uncc corner small bric forms the foundation fo: castiron cone which does dut on colder ¢ but I know m: fore he speak There is * says, except the ly nothin simple biog A few years riesthood over of and then join He pauses cally at a w on crutches and carrying a in the shape of a bare foot cotton, with a white heel sti cally out mosph “Your life surely did not end there?” I say, suggestivel since in his inte i the ‘passing sufferer he sec most forgott me, and nignantly as, rec presence, he answers: think that there it re would urden of pa cushioned ing pathetls about their b and thelr goodness, of bravery how nobly dreadful wes me tell you » strain of those ks in the tr s: how & lantly th ht when the chance c and how loyal they were to their cou and each other during all their t trial.” He will tell me all this over and over. He never tires of sound “his boys,” 4 he = them; but he will tel own constant, encourag presen he firing_line wound \ich he received of the dreadful days and nights that he spent the smallpox and leper hc nila, nursir them in t them out with to their graves w own hands and going ith them when all others fled from the poor which ¢ deemed accursed. He will not teli me how all except just what he absolutely r ersonal expenses, has t . or delicacies when they w “present helps in time of they were well “f did not myself,” he differently vay but to government wherever it name of gove re sick ¢ trouble’ seems to e no to the end. A Did yc to the war because you believed thi The blu eyes flash like sabers in the sunshine. “T went because I felt that with thes -he throws out &z er bracing arm toward the “I went with them and them back, most of G now’'— “You will go again to your parisn and take up the work you left ther He shakes his head slowly “My work there is over,” he then soft brightening comes t« as if it were touched with the ing glory of the s ing back to Manila for I know There are pitals déwn In that place and no Catholic priest to live among them and care for them as I feel that I ought to do. There are plenty here to do the work I shall leave behind.” A boyish face surmounting khakl jacket and shadowed by a b rimmed gray felt hat obtrudes itself through the door space, ““Mat is worse, sir,”” announces the new- comer, prefacing his interruption with sthe military salute, which Is this time as much an excuse as a court and the chaplain rises quickly. “T must ask you to ex “‘My successor has not ye' camp, nor will he ever, f‘lrsl California exists their chaplain be- ongs to them alone.” FLORENCE MATHESON. esy, 1se me,”