The Woman with a Stone Heart / A Romance of the Philippine War

Her Love

ight, day began to dawn. Presently she heard the Spanish batteries on Point Cavite fire a heavy shot-then a second one; and a few minutes later she saw flames of fire an

d like demons as they swabbed their cannon and crowded into them shot after shot. Hissing projectiles that missed the opposing ships and plunged into the bay, were throwing volumes of splashing foam into the air. Dewey's vessels were moving in a

e demons," said Marie to a Spanish

sed firing and withdrew to the middle of the bay. No apparen

the Spanish officer who stood erect with his fi

his way, Marie,"

island and open fire on us again?" shouted Mari

hey've stopped and are dividing up their ammuniti

She was hastily scuttled on the beach near Cavite and deserted amid great disorder by that portion of her crew which was able to leave. The dead and the dying were left to their fate. Magazines in several other

erself from the rest of the fleet and head straight for a large Spanish gun-boat that was lying off to herself and whose so

run right past the Spanish fleet for the village of Cavite. "I wonder what the villains are up to now." In a few minutes the Petrel ret

he city of Manila, took their pos

Marie of the Spanish of

nswered he, as he

n Corregidor island burying their dead comrades. She wan

rewell to a finished deed, which, in the history of naval warfare, has never been surpassed; while the pale-faced moon, moving slowly up her appointed path

overed that Dewey had blockaded the port of Manila, so

ised to find everything so peaceful and to see dozens of native canoes hover

found her old mother frantic because of her a

walking their beats along the western side of the little town of Cavite, and let in a horde of Tagalos well armed with bolos, who crept up near a large stone cathedral, built in 1643, in which the Spaniards, as a military necessity after their defeat by Dewey, were making their head

Spaniards to take care of themselves. Evidently he did not anticipate an attack upon the garri

und the Filipinos jubilant over their new fire-arms. But many of them had never before used a gun and they were very awkward with them, so that accidents were constantly occurring. The privileges of target practice given to Marie by the Spaniards, in times past, no

orrow. By constantly resorting to places of grief we keep that grief, whatever may have been its cause, fresh on the tablets of our memories. The fact that Marie had not returned to Cavite, the scene of her sorrow, for about two months, helped he

diameter and ten feet deep was to be dug on the higher ground a few miles southwest of Cavite. Each morning twenty of the captured Spaniards were to be marched out to this pit and made to slide down a bamboo pole into it. The Filipino soldiers, armed with their newly-captured rifles, were then to stand around the brink of this pit and use

g led to the slaughter, were housed by the Filipinos in an unfinished portion of the old convent at Cavite, and in some large stone buildings without floors and with only a few windows, heavily barricaded wit

ed them, except in small quantities. They had no beds, but slept on the bare ground. Many of them were practically nude. They had staid by their guns on the Spanish fleet until their ships began to sink

f course the healthier ones were marched out and killed first. Some of them began to cry when the American officers, pushing the Filipino sentries aside, poked their vigorous manly faces through the openings of the massive doors to see who and what was on the inside; but most

ir hands in grateful homage for their kindness. A few of the more ignorant ones, who had heard so much about the cruelty of the American soldiers, and who, upon sight of our of

ds as reprisals, constituting their own private property, with whom they could do as they pleased without any justifiable interference on the part of anybody. Marie Sampalit slapped an American private wh