Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-03-04

bad-oh, it Is . pity.
"But the English soldier he say he viii
march them off to Quebec, and everybody
know dat Is the cpd Of the patriots.
"All at once the colonel's horse it grow
YER wild. 1t raise up high and dance on
its hind feet and VOLTA! he topple him over
backward, and the horse fall on the colo
mel and smash him. 1t smash him 40 he
go to die Yer we'll, the colonel what does
he do? They lay him on the steps of the
church. Then he say, Bring me priest
quick, for I go to die. Nobody answer.
The colonel he say: / have IL hundred sins
all on my mind. They are on my heart like
big hill Bring to me the priest he groan
like dat. Nobody speak at first; then
somebody say the priest is not here. Find
me a priest, say the colonel. Find me
priest! For he t'ink the priest will not
come because he go to kill the patriots
Bring me "a priest, he say again, and all
the men shall 90 Free He say it over and
over. He is all smash to pieces, but his
head it is all right All at once the door of
the church open behind him-what you
t'ink? Everybody's heart it stan still, for
there is Mathurin dressed as priest, with
leetla boy to swing the censor Every
body say to himself what is this2 Mathu-
rim is dressed as priest-ah, dat is a sin!
1t is a-saprie! 1t is what you call bias
pheme
"The English soldier he look up at Ma
thurin and say: 'Ah, priest! All, m sieu'
le curer
"Mathurin look down on him and say:
M sieu', it is for you to confess your sins
and to have the office of the church. But
first, as you have promise just now, you
must give up these poor men who have
fight for what they t'ink is right You
will let them go free this moment Yes,
yes, say the English colonel, they shall
go Free Only give me the help of the
church at my last NIathurin turn to the
other soldiers and say, 'Unloose the men,
The colonel nod his head and say, I'm
loose the men, Then the men are I'M
loose and they all go, for Mathurin tell
them to CO.
Everybody is YER afraid becos Of what
Mathurin do. Mathurin he say to the sol
diers, Lift him up and bring him in the
church. They bring him up to the steps
| of the altar Mathurin look at the man for
awhile, and it seem as If he cannot speak
| to him, but the colonel say: 4 have give
you my word. Give me comfort of the
church before l die. He is in YER great
pain, so Mathurin he turn roun to every
| body dat stan by and tell them to say the
| prayers for the sick. Every body get him
| down on his knees and say the prayer Ev-
| erybody say:
Lord have mercy! Spare him, O
Lord, deliver him, O Lord, from thy
| wrath. And Mathurin he pray all the
same as the priest, ver' soft and gentle.
| He pray on and on, and the face of the
English soldier it get YER quiet and still,
and the tear drop down his cheek And
| just as Mathurin say at the last dat his
sins they are forgive he die. Then Mathu
rim, as he go away to take off his robes, he
say to himself Mserere mel, Deus!
Miserere mel, Deus!'
so dat is the ting dat Mathurin do
to save the patriots from the bullets. Yer
well, then men they go free, and when the
| governor at Quebec he hear the truth he
say it is all right Also the English sol
der die in peace and happy becos he t'ink
his sins are forgive. But then there is Ma
thurin and his sin to pretend he is a priest.
| The cure lie come back and there is a great
| trouble
|
| Nobody come near him in his house; no.
body go near to the school. But he sit
alone all day in him school, and he work
on the blackboar', and he write on the
slate, but there is no child come becos the
cure has forbid any one to speak to Ma
thurin. Not till the next Sunday, then the
cure send word for Mathnrin to come to
the church. Mathurin come to the steps Of
| the altar; then the cure say to him:
g Mathurin, you have sin great sin.
| If it was 200 years ago, you would be put
| to death for dat Mathurin he say YER
soft: Dat is no matter. am ready to die
now. l did it to save the fathers of the
Children and the husbands of the wives. I
did it to make poor sinner happy as he
go from the world. The sin is mine.
'Then the cure he say: The men are
free, dat is good; the wives have their hus-
bands and the Children their fathers. Also
the man who confess his sins-the Engli@
soldier-to whom you say the words Of
priest of God, he is forgive. The Spirit :
| God was upon him when he die, becos you
| speak in the name of the church. But for
| you, blasphemer, who take upon you the
| holy thing, you shall suffer. For penance all
| your life you shall teach child no more. ;
"Ah, IN sieu' le cure he know dat Is the
greatest penanoe for the poor Mathurin.
| Then he set him other t'ings to do, and ev-
cry Sunday for whole year Mathurin
come on his knees all the way to the
| church, but the cure say, Not yet are you
| forgive. AT the end of the year Mathurln
he look SO thin, so white, you can blow
through him. Every day he go to him
school and write on the Blackburn and
mark on the slate and call the roll Of the
school, But there is no answer for there
| is no child. But all the time the wives of
| the men dat he have save and the Children,
| they pray for him. And by and by all the
village they pray for him, they are so sorry.
1T is SO for two years, and then they
say dat Mathurin he go to die. He cannot
come on his knees to the church, and the
men whose life he save they come to the
cure and ask him to take the penance from
| Mathurin.
"The cure say, Wait till next Sunday.
| So next Sunday Mathurin is carry to the
| church--he is too weak to walk on his
knees The cure he stan at the altar and
he read letter from the pope, which say
dat Mathurin his penance is over and he
is forgive; dat the pope himself pray for
Mathurin to save his soul
$50 Mathurin all at once he stan up,
and his face it smile and smile, and he
stretch out his arms as II they are on a
cross, and he say, Lord, l am ready to go, ;
and he fall down. But the cure catch him
as he fall, and Mathurin say The chill
dern-let them come to me dat may
teach them before die. And all the chill
dern in the church they come close to him,
and he sit up and smile, and ne say:
"sIt Ia the class in 'rithmetio How
much Is three times fourf' And them all
answer, Three times four is twelve. And
| he say MAY the twelve apostles pray for