ZOILO M. GALANG
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"Life and Success" alzd
"Tales of the Plzilippines"
- Copyright, 1921
EY. Zorto hl. GALANG
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JAN 26,1922 --- - -
I wish to depict conditions as they
exist and reflect them in my writings.
In fact, "A Child of Sorrow" is a fragmentary
page of real life, with a &tinct
morale and personality. I believe that
personality transcends technique. There
is no doubt but that we are all after
truth and sincerity, and not dream' and
fantasy. I have woven a native story
of a local color, imbued with modern
and foreign elements,-as I want .the
best that is local and the best that is
foreign harmoniously. blendeh together
to form what is known as our National
Literature. However, I implore silence
as to the red ,lames of some of the
personae of the novel, for they are still
living, and probably you have once or
twice met or talked with them. Silence,
you know, is golden.
I December 16, 1921.
VACATIODNA YS ..................,.......... 1
"TILL DEATH DOTH US PART" ................ 23
THET RANSFORMATOIOF NY OUTH. ............. 43
CUP OF SORROW... ........................... 73
4 CHAPTER V .
THEC ITYO F OPPORTUNYIT : ................... 101
AT THE CARNIVAI, .......................... 141
BLASTEDD REAMOS F HAPPINESS. ..............1 65
A CHILD OF SORROW
Those who already awaited the coming of vacation
days with keen anticipation could undoubtedly better
understand and imagine what delights Lucio had in
entertaining the thought of spending his vacation with
his friend out in the province, just as soon as he had
received his sheepskin diploma from the Provincial
High School, and laid up his dust-covered books on the
shelves in order to resume the happy role of youthful
In one of the rural and sequestered plains of Central
Luzon, called the Fertile Valley, where 'the ricefields
yielded the cup of joy to the industrious fgrmers,
and where the harvest filled aplenty the' barns of the
poor, there lived simple, homely people, free from' the
rush and stir of city life.
It was durlhg one Friday morning in the month of
April when the sanpaguita began to open its buds to
receive the soothing dew of the starry evening hour,
which diffused fragrance and sweetness all around; it
was when the duma-de-noche, that charming and most
fragrant native flower, profusely embalmed the atmosphere
at the magic touch of the night which gave it perfume
and life,-it was in such springtime, merry and
2 A CHILD OF SORROW
blithesome, when we found Lucio at home and hi
friend, Camilo, who, before the closing of school days;
invited him to take his vacation at their town and then,
to their Hacienda.
Lucio and Camilo were school chums, members of
a recently graduated High School class.
6 6 Lay tho& worm-eaten tomes of romance and history,
and come with me, and we will gleefully spend
our vacation time in the bosom of the fields, and there
could you realize real iife and be in close touch with
human nature," nonchalantly said Camilo, smiling and
looking him straight into his eyes as if wishing to convince
But meekly replied Lucio after meeting his eyes,
and then returning his gaze upon his book again whiqh
he was reading:
"Why, confound it, man,-I'd rather remain here
in this cell and rea? and drink of the wisdom of many
great minds than linger in the fields uselessly."
"Don't you know that a sleeping dog catches no
"I do," replied Lucio.
"Then, come!" Camilo took hold of the book and
saw the title-"Sorrows and Happiness." Then he remarked,
after giving the book back: "Mine! So you
got tlint old idea-where there is sorrow there is joy.
Well-you may be' right, your author may be right, but
joy is not always for man-the world is cold-nectar