Decatur Democrat, Volume 44, Number 4, Decatur, Adams County, 5 April 1900 — Page 7

IN HIS STEPS. ••What Would Jesus Do?” By OHARLES M. ESELDON. ond published in book term by WJJ'Jjvaui'i' Publishing Co. of ualeago.] [CONTINUED.] Niabt after night the bishop and Dr with their helpers, went out and i d to save men and women and 'Xn from the tortnre of physical nation Vast quantities of fobd and i'thing »n (1 lar « e snms of mone y ‘ted by the churches, the chantable ° D ties the civic authorities and the W evol< nt associations, but the personal nchof the Christian disciple was very ’ > to secure for personal work r bere was the discipleship that was Lvingthe Master’s command to go it rff tothe suffering and give itself with * jrift io order to make the gift or in time to come? The bishop Ld his heart sink within him as he ’ ed this fact more than any other n would give money who would not link of giving themselves, and the mnev they gave did not represent any al sacrifice because they did not miss They gave what was the easiest to ve what hurt them the least. Where a the sacrifice come in ? Was this folwing Jesus? Was this going with m all the way ? He had been to many „mbers of his own wealthy and aristratic congregation and was appalled i find bow few men and women of that iwrions class in the churches would allv suffer any genuine inconvenience r the sake of suffering humanity ts charity the giving of wornout gar entsY Is it a ten dollar bill given to a lid visitor or secretary of some beivolent organization in the church? iall the man never go and give his ft himself? Shall the woman never my herself her reception or her party her musical and go and actually nch the foul, sinful sore of diseased imanity as it festers in the great meopolis? Shall charity be conveniently id easily done through someorganiza jn? Is it possible to organize the as ttions so that love shall work dis reeable things by proxy ? All this the bishop asked as he plunged eper into the sin and sorrow of that Iter winter He was bearing his cross th joy. but he burned and fought thin over the shifting of personal re by the many upon the hearts of the nd still, silently, powerfully, retlessly. the Holy Spirit was moving rough the church upon even the aris■ratic. wealthy, ease loving members, io shunned the terrors of the social )biem as they would shun a con [ions disease I’his fact was impressed upon the hop and the settlement workers in a rtling way one morning. Perhaps no ! incident that winter shows more inly how much of a momentum had eady grown out of the movement of zareth Avenue church and the action Dr Bruce and the bishop that fol red the pledge to do as Jesus would do she breakfast hour at the settlement 8 the one hour in the day when the ole resident family found a little athing space to fellowship together was an hour of relaxation There s a great deal of good natured reHtee and much real wit and enjoyable Mat this hour The bishop told his ■t stories Dr. Bruce was at his best ■tnecdote. This company of disciples ■ healthily humorous in spite of the Biosphere of sorrow that constantly them. In fact, the bishop Mn said that the faculty of humor as God given, as any other, and in ■ own case it was the only safety he had for the tremendous press ■ put upon him. ■his particular morning the bishop ■ reading extracts from a morning ■j rfor the benefit of the others. Sudhe paused, and his face instantly stern and sad. The rest looked Band a hush fell over the table. ■•Shot and killed while taking a lump ■coal from a car. His family was ■zing, and he had had no work for His six children and a wife into a cabin with three on the west side. One child wrap lin rags in a closet. ’ ’ were headlines that the bishop slowly. He then went on and read -c .nnt of the shooting and kisitof the reporter to the tenement p the family lived. F finished, and there was silence Pd the table. The humor of the ! " as swept out of existence by this K human tragedy. The great city pd about the settlement. The awful [nt of human life was flowing in a F stream past the settlement house, nhose who had work were hurrying I in a vast throng, but thousands | going down in the midst of that pt, clutching at last hopes, dying, plly in a land of plenty, because [boon of physical toil was denied kre were various comments on the I'd the residents. One of the newps, a y ( ,nng man Preparing for the I said: “Why didn’t the man ■ t one of the charity organizaM "r helper to the city ? It certaintrue that, even at its worst, full ..f Christian people would n - allow any one to go without ■fTfuel.” n brieve that it would.' r ' Bruce. “But we don't know of that man's case. He may ed for help so often before that 'n a moment of desperation, he to help himself. I have such cases this winter. ” *’ s n 'd the terrible fact in this k"'' bishop. “The awful *t is the fact that the man atl . v work for six months. ” J 1 STIC h people go out into ■■ n ry? asked the divinity stu-

ODe at the table who had made

a special study of the opportunities for work in the country answered the question. According to the investigator, the places that were possible for work in the country were exceedingly few for steady employment, and in almost every case they were o/Tered only to men without families. Suppose a man’s wife and children were ill. How could he move or get into the country? How could he pay even the meager sum necessary to move his few goods? There were a thousand reasons probably why this particular man did not go elsewhere. “Meanwhile there are the wife and children. ” said Mrs. Bruce. “How awfull Where is the place, did you say?’ The bishop took up the paper. “Why, it’s only three blocks from here This is the Penrose district I believe Penrose himself owns half of the houses in that block. They are among the worst houses in this part of the city, and Penrose is a church member. ” “Yes; he belongs to the Nazareth Avenue church,” replied Dr. Bruce in a low voice. The bishop rose from the table the very figure of divine wrath. He had opened his lips to say what seldom came from him in the way of denunciation when the bell rang and one of the residents went to the door. “Tell Dr. Bruce and the bishop 1 want to see them. Penrose is the name —Clarence Penrose. Dr. Bruce knows me. ” The family at the breakfast table heard every word. The bishop exchanged a significant look with Dr. Bruce, and the two men instantly left the table and went out into the hall. “Come in here, Penrose, ” said Dr. Bruce, and he and the bishop ushered the visitor into the reception room They closed the door and were alone. Clarence Penrose was one of the most elegant looking men in Chicago. He came from an aristocratic family of great wealth and social distinction. He was exceedingly wealthy and had large property holdings in different parts of the city. He had been a member of Dr Bruce's church all his life.

This man faced the bishop and his former pastor with a look of agitation on his countenance that showed plainly the mark of some unusual experience. He w’as very pale, and his lip trembled as he spoke. When had Clarence Penrose ever before yielded to such a strange emotion of feeling? "This affair of the shooting—you understand. You have read it. The family lived in one of my houses. It is a terrible event But that is not the primary cause of my visit. ” He stammered and looked anxiously into the faces of ths other two men. The bishop still looked stern. He could not help feeling that this elegant man of leisure could have done a great deal to alleviate the horrors in his tenements, possibly have prevented this tragedy, if he had sacrificed some of his personal ease and luxury to better the condition of the people in his district Penrose turned to Dr Bruce. “Doctor,” he exclaimed, and there was almost a child’s terror in his voice, “I came to say that I have had an experience so unusual that nothing but the supernatural can explain it You remember I was one of those who took the pledge to do as Jesus would do. 1 thought at the time, poor fool that 1 was, that 1 had all along been doing the Christian thing. I gave liberally out of my abundance to the church and char ity. I never gave myself to cost me any suffering I have been living in a perfect hell of contradictions ever since 1 took the pledge My little girl, Diana, you remember, also took the pledge with me. She has been asking me a great many questions lately about the poor people and where they lived I was obliged to answer her. Two of her questions last night touched my sore. Did I own any houses where those people lived ? Were they nice and warm like ours? You know how a child will ask questions like these. 1 went to bed tor mented with what 1 now know to be the divine arrows of conscience. I could not sleep I seemed to see the judgment day I was placed before the Judge. I was asked to give account of my deeds done in the body. How many sinful souls had I visited in prison? What had I done with my stewardship? How about those tenements where people froze in winter and stifled in summer ? Did I give any thought to them, except to receive the rentals from them? Where did my suffering come in? Would Jesus have done as I had done and was doing? Had I broken my pledge ? How had I used the money and the culture and the social influence I possessed ? Hadi used ♦~ ;m to bless humanity, to relieve the suffering, to bring joy to the distressed and hope to the desponding? I had received much. How much had I given? “All this came to me in a waking vision as distinctly as I see you two men and myself now. I was unable to see the end of the vision. I had a confused picture in my mind of the suffering Christ pointing a condemning finger at me. and the rest was shut out by mist and darkness. I have not had sleep for 24 hours. The first thing I saw this morning was the account of the shooting at the coalyards. I read the account with a feeling of horror I have not been able to shake off. I am a guilty creature before God. " Penrose paused suddenly. The two men looked at him solemnly M hat power of the Holy Spirit moved the soul of this hitherto self satisfied, elegant. cultured man who belonged to the social life that was accustomed to go its way, placidly unmindful of the great sorrows of a great city and practically ignorant cf what it means to suffer for Jesns’ sake? Into that room came a breath such as before swept over Henry Maxwell s church and through Nazareth Avenue, and the bishop laid his hand on the shoulder of Penrose and said • v brother, God has been very near to you. Let us thank him. ” “Yes. yes,” sobbed Penrose. He sat down on a chair and covered his face.

The bishop prayed Then Penrose quietly said. “Will yen go with me to that house?” For answer both Dr. Bruce and the bishop put on their overcoats and went out with him to the home of the dead man’s family This was the beginning of a new and strange life for Clarence Penrose From the moment he stepped into that wretched hovel of a home and faced for the first time in his life a despair and suffering such as he had read of. but did not know by personal contact. he dated a new life It would be another long story to tell how. in obedience to his pledge, he began to do with his tenement property as he knew Jesus would do What would Jesus do with tenement property if he owned it in Chicago or any other great city of the world? Any man who can imagine any true answer to thfs question can easily tell what Clarence Penrose began to do. Now. before that winter reached its bitter climax many things occurred in the city that concerned the lives of all the characters in this history of the disciples who promised to walk in his steps. It chanced, by one of those remarkable coincidences that seem to occur preternaturally, that one afternoon, just as Felicia came out of the settlement with a basket which she was going to leave as a sample with a baker in the Penrose district, Stephen Clyde opened the door of the carpenter shop in the basement and came out of the lower door in time to meet Felicia as she reached the, sidewalk. “Let me carry your basket, please.” he said. “Why do you say ‘please?’ ’’ asked Felicia, handing over the basket. “I would like to say something else, ” replied Stephen, glancing at her shyly and yet with a boldness that frightened him. for he had been loving Felicia more every day since he first saw her. and especially since she stepped into the shop that day with the bishop, and for weeks now they had been in many ways thrown into each other s company. “What else?” asked Felicia innocently, falling into the trap. “Why.” said Stephen, turning his fair, noble face full toward her and eying her with the look of one who would have the best of all things in the universe. “I would like to say. ‘Let me carry your basket, dear Felicia.' ” Felicia never looked so beautiful in her life She walked on a little way without even turning her face toward him. It was no secret with her own heart that she had given it to Stephen some time ago. Finally she turned and said shyly, while her face grew rosy and her eyes tender. “Why don't you say it. then?” “May I?” cried Stephen, and he was so careless for a minute of the way he held the basket that Felicia exclaimed “Yes! But. oh. don't drop my goodies!” “Why, I wouldn't drop anything so precious for all the world, ‘dear Felicia. ' ” said Stephen, who now walked on air for several blocks, and what else was said during that walk is private correspondence that we have no right to read, only it is matter of history that day that the basket never reached its destination and that over in the other direction late in the afternoon the bishop, walking along quietly in a rather secluded spot near the outlying part of the settlement district, heard a familiar voice say. “But tell me. Felicia. when did you begin to love me?” “I fell in love with a little pine shaving just above your ear that day 1 saw you in the shop.'' said the other voice, with a laugh so clear, so pure, so sweet, that it did one good to hear it The next moment the bishop turned the corner and came upon them “Where are yon going with that basket?’’ he tried to say sternly “We’re taking it to —where are we taking it to, Felicia?” “Dear bishop, we are taking it home to begin” — “To begin housekeeping with. " finished Stephen, coming to the rescue “Are you?” said the bishop “I hope you will invite me in to share 1 know what Felicia s cooking is. ' “Bishop, dear bishop. ” said Felicia, and she did not pretend to hide her happiness, "indeed you shall always be the most honored guest. Are you glad ?’ ’ “Yes. I am. ” replied the bishop, interpreting Felicia’s words as she wished. Then he paused a moment and said gently. "God feleta you both!” and went his way, with « tear in his eye and a prayer in his heart, and left them to their joy Yes; shall not the same divine power of love that belongs to earth be lived and sung by the disciples of the man of sorrows and the burden bearer of sins ? Yea, verily! And this man and woman shall walk hand in hand through this great desert of human woe in this city, strengthening each other, growing more loving with the experience of the world’s sorrows, walking in his steps even closer yet because of this love, bringing added blessings to thousands of w retched creatures because they are to have a home of their own to share with the homeless. “For this cause.” said our Lord Jesus Christ, “shall a man leave his father and mother and cleave unto his wife. ” and Felicia and Stephen, following the Master, love him with deeper, truer service and devotion because of the earthly affection which heaven itself sanctions with its solemn blessing.

Now. it was a little after the love story of the settlement became a part of its glory that Henry Maxwell of Raymond came to Chicago with Rachel Winslow and Virginia Page and Rollin and Alexander Powers and President Marsh, and the occasion was a remarkable gathering at the hall of the settlement. arranged by the bishop and Dr Bruce, who had finally persuaded Mr. Maxwell and his fellow disciples of Raymond to come on to be present at this meeting. The bishop invited into the settlement hall meeting for that night men out of work, wretched creatures who had lost faith in God and man, anarchists and infidels, freethinkers and no thinkers. The representatives of all the

city’s worst, most hopeless, most dangerous. depraved elements faced Henry Maxwell and the other disciples when the meeting began, and still the Holy Spirit moved over the great, heaving, selfish, pleasure loving, sin stained city, and it lay in God's hand, not knowing all that awaited it Every man and woman at the meeting that night had seen the settlement motto over the door, blazing through the transparency set up by the divinity student. “What Would Jesus Do?” And Henry Maxwell, as for the first time be stepped under the doorway, was touched with a deeper emotion than be had felt in a long time as be thought of the first time that question had come to him in the piteous appeal of the shabby young man who had appeared in the First church of Raymond at the morning service. Was his great desire for Christian fellowship going to be granted? Would the movement begun in Raymond actually spread over the country? He had come to Chicago with his friends partly to see if the answer to that question would be found in the heart of the great city life. In a few minutes he would face the people. He had grown very strong and calm since he first spoke with trembling to that company of workingmen in the "railroad shops, but now. as then, he breathed a deeper prayer for help Then he went in. and with the bishop and the rest of the disciples he experienced one of the great and important events of the earthly life. Somehow he felt as if this meeting would indicate something of an answer to his constant query. “What would Jesus do?” and tonight as he looked into the faces of men and women who had for years been strangers and enemies to the church his heart cried out, “O my Master, teach thy church how to follow thy steps better!” Is that prayer of Henry Maxwell’s to be answered? Will she church in the city respond to the call to follow him? Will it choose to walk in his steps of pain and suffering? And still over all the city broods the Spirit Grieve him not, O city, for he was never more ready to revolutionize this world than now! CHAPTER XII. Yet lackest thou one thing. Sell all that thou hast and distribute unto the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven. And, come; follow me. When Henry Maxwell began to speak to the souls crowded into the settlement hall that night, it is doubtful if he had ever before faced such an audience in his life. It is quite certain that the city of Raymond did not contain such a variety of humanity Not even the Rectangle at its worst could furnish so many men and women who had fallen entirely out of the reach of the church and all religious and even Christian influences. What did he talk about ? He had already decided that point He told in the simplest language he could command some of the results of obedience to the pledge as it had been taken in Raymond. Every man and woman in that audience knew something about Jesus Christ They all had some idea of his character, and. however much they had grown bitter toward the forms of Christian ecclesiasticism or the social system, they preserved some standard of right and truth, and what little some of them still retained was taken from the person of the peasant of Galilee. So they were interested in what Maxwell said “What would Jesus do?” He began to apply the question to the social problem in general after finishing the story of Raymond. The audience was respectfully attentive It was more than that It was genuinely interested. As Mr Maxwell went on faces all over the hall leaned forward in away very seldom seen in church audiences or anywhere else, except among workingmen or the people of the street when once they are thoroughly aroused. "What would Jesus do?” Suppose that were the motto not only of the churches, but of the business men. the politicians, the newspapers, the workingmen. the society people. How long would it take, under such a standard of conduct, to revolutionize the world? What was the trouble with the world? It was suffering from selfishness. No one ever lived who had succeeded in overcoming selfishness like Jesus. If men followed him. regardless of remits, the world would at once begin to enjoy a new life Henry Maxwell never knew how much it meant to hold the respectful attention of that hall full of diseased and sinful humanity The bishop and Di Bruce, sitting there, looking on. seeing many faces that represented scorn of creeds, hatred of the social order, desperate narrowness and selfishness, marveled that even so socn, under the influence of the settlement life, the softening process had begun to lessen the bitterness of hearts, many of which had grown bitter from neglect and indifference. And still, in spite of the outward show of respect of the speaker, no one. not even the bishop, had any true conception of the pent up feeling in that room that night. Among the men who had heard of the meeting and had responded to the invitation were 20 or 30 out of work, who had strolled past the settlement that afternoon, read the notice of the meeting and had come in out of curiosity and to escape the chill east wind. It was a bitter night, and the saloons were full, but in that whole district ot over 30,000 souls, with the exception of the saloons, there was not a door open to the people except the clean, pure, Christian door of the settlement. Where would a man without a home or without work or without friends naturally go unless to a saloon ?

It had been the custom at the settlement for a free and open discussion to follow an open meeting of this kind, and when Henry Maxwell finished and sat down the bishop, who presided tonight, rose and made the annoncement that any man in the hall was at liberty to ask questions, to speak out his feelings or declare his convictions, always with the understanding that whoever took part was tc observe the simple rules that governed parliamentary bod-

ies and obey the three minute rule, which, by common consent, would be enforced on account of the numbers present Instantly a number of voices from men who had been at previous meetings of this kind exclaimed. “Consent, consent!” The bishop sat down, and immediately a man near the middle of the hall rose and began to speak. “I want to say that what Mr. Maxwell has said tonight conies pretty close to me I knew Jack Manning, the fellow he told about. who died at his house. I worked on next case to his in a printer’s shop in Philadelphia for two years. Jack was a good fellow. He lent me $5 once when I was in a hole, and I never got a chance to pay it back. He moved to New York, owing to a change in the management of the office that threw him out, and I never saW him again. When the linotype machine came in. I was one of the men to go out, just as he did. I have been out most of tho time since. They say in ventions are a good thing. I won't always see it myself, but I suppose I'm prejudiced. A man naturally is when he loses a steady job because a machine takes his place. About this Christianity he tells about, it’s all right, but I never expect to see any such sacrifice on the part of church people. So far as my observation goes, they’re just as selfish and as greedy for money or worldly success as anybody. I except the bishop and Dr. Bruce and a few others, but I never found much difference between men of the world, as they’re called, and church members when it came to business and money making. One class is just as bad as another there.” Cries of “That’sso!” “You're right!” “Os course!” interrupted the speaker, and the minute he sat down two men who were on their feet for several seconds before the first speaker was through began to talk at once. The bishop called them to order and indicated which was entitled to the floor. The man who remained standing began eagerly “This is the first time I was ever in here, and maybe it'll be the last. Fact is, I’m about at the end of my string. I’ve tramped this city for work until I’m sick. I'm in plenty of company Say, I’d like to ask a question of the minister if it’s fair. May I?” “That’s for Mr. Maxwell to say,” said the bishop. “By all means,” replied Mr. Maxwell quickly. “Os course I will not promise to answer it to the gentleman’s satisfaction. ” "This is my question.” The man leaned forward and stretched out a long arm. with a certain dramatic force that grew naturally enough ont of his condition as a human being. “I want to know what Jesus would do in my*case? I haven’t had a stroke of work for. two months. I've got a wife and three children. and I love them as much as if 1 was worth a million dollars I've been living off a little earnings I saved up during the World’s fair jobs I got. I’m a carpenter by trade, and I've tried every way I know to get a job. You say we ought to take for our motto. ‘What would Jesus do?’ What would he do if he was out of work like me? I can’t be somebody else and ask the question. I want to work. I’d give anything to grow tired of working ten hours a day the way I used to. Am Ito blame because I can't manufacture a job for myself? I've got to live and my wife and my children. But how? What would Jesus do? You say that’s the question we all ought to ask. " Henry Maxwell sat there staring at the great sea of faces all intent on his. and no answer to this man's question seemed, for the time being, to be possible “O God I" his heart prayed. “This is a question that brings up the entire social problem in all its perplexing entanglement of human wrongs and its present condition, contrary to every desire of God for a human being's welfare. Is there any condition more awful than for a man in good health, able and eager to work, with no means of honest livelihood unless be does work, actually unable to get anything to do and driven to one of three things—begging for charity at the hands of friends or strangers or suicide or starvation? What would Jesus do? It was a fair question for the man to ask. It was the only question he could ask. supposing him to be a disciple of Christ, but what a question for any man to be obliged to ask under such conditions!” All this and more did Henry Maxwell ponder. All the others were thinking in the same way. The bishop sat there with a look so stern and sad that it was not hard to tell how the question moved him. Dr. Bruce had his head bowed. The human problem had never seemed to him so tragic as since he had taken the pledge and left his church to enter the settlement. What would Jesus do? It was a terrible question, and still the man stood there, tall and gaunt and almost terrible, with his arm stretched out in an appeal which grew every second in meaning. At length Mr. Maxwell spoke; “Is there any man in the room who is a Christian disciple who has been in this condition and has tried to do as Jesus would do? If so, such a man can answer his question better than I can.” There was a moments hush over the room, and then a man near the front of the hall slowly rose. He was an old man, and the hand he laid on the back of the bench in front of him trembled as he spoke "I think I can safely say that I have many times been in just such a condition and have always tried to be a Christian under all conditions. I don’t know that I have z always asked this question, ‘What would Jesus do?' when I have been out of work, but I do know I have tried to be his disciple at all times. Yes,” the man went on. with a sad smile that was more pathetic to the bishop and Mr. Maxwell than the young man’s grim despair—“yes, I have begged, and I have been to the charity organizations, and I have done every-

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thing when out of a job, except steal and lie. in order to get food and fuel. I don't know that Jesus would have done some of the things I have been obliged to do for a living, tut I know I have never knowingly done wrong when out of work. Sometimes I think maybe he would have starved sooner than beg. I don’t know. ” The old man’s voice trembled, and he looked around the room timidly A silence followed, broken by a fierce voice from a large, black haired, heavily bearded man who sat three seats from thg bishop. The minute he spoke nearly every man in the hall leaned forward eagerly. The man who had asked the question, “What would Jesus do in my case?” slowly sat down and asked the man next to him, “Who’s that?" “That’s Carlsen, the socialistic leader. Now you’ll hear something. " “This is all bosh, to my mind." began Carlsen, while his great, bristling beard shook with the deep, inward anger of the man. “The whole of our system is at fault. What we call civilization is rotten to the core. There is no use trying to hide it or cover it up. We live in an age of trusts and combines and capitalistic greed that means simply death to thousands of innocent men, women and children. I thank God. if there is a God. which I very much doubt, that I, for one. have never dared to marry and try to have a home. Home I Talk of hell I Is there any bigger than the one this man with his three children has on his hands right this minute? And he’s only one out of thousands, and yet this city and every other big city in this country has its thousands of professed Christians who have all the luxuries and comforts and who go to church Sundays and sing their hymns about giving all to Jesus and bearing the cross and following him all the way and being saved! I don’t say that there aren’t some good men and women among them, but let the minister who has spoken to us here tonight go into any one of a dozen aristocratic churches I could name and propose to the members to take any such pledge as the one he’s proposed here and see how quick the people would laugh at him for a fool or a crank or a fanatic. Oh. no! That’s not the remedy That can’t ever amount to anything. We’ve got to have a new start in the way of government. The whole thing needs reconstructing. I don’t look for any reform worth anything to come out of the churches. They are not with the people. They are with’ the aristocrats, with the men of money. The trusts and monopolies have their greatest men in the churches. The ministers as a class are their slaves. What we need is a system that shall start from the common basis of socialism founded on the rights of the common people”— Carlsen had evidently forgotten all about the three minute rule and was launching himself into a regular oration that meant, in his usual surroundings. before his usual audience, an hour at least, when the man just behind him pulled him down unceremoniously and rose. Carlsen was angry at first and threatened a little disturbance, but the bishop reminded him of the rule, and he subsided, with several mutterings in his beard, while the next speaker began with a very strong eulogy on the value of the single tax as a genuine remedy for all the social ills. He was followed by a man who made a bitter attack on the churches and ministers and declared that the two great obstacles in the way of all true reform were the courts and the ecclesiastical machines. ITO BE CONTINUED.] Manila, March 31.—Morales and Gonzales, the former insurgent leaders. who were accused of murdering Filipinos, and were found guilty by military commission, were hanged yesterday in the Plaza in front of the Church of San Carlos, in the town of that name, in the Province of Pangast inan. There was no hitch in the arrangements, which were carried out under the direction of Col. Smith. The principal citizens of the town witnessed the bangings. There was no demonstration.

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