Waterbury Democrat., 1903-01-08
Fenner's New Store
 zs SOUTH MAIN STREET.

long and razor-edged; consequently, the cock who ge.a in the first blow usually puts his opponent hors de combat.
 The Gallo Blanco crouched with head forward, neck feathers bris- tled, just an instant too long. The brown bird of Malate sprung upon him like a flash. There was a blurred tangle of brown and white, and a little cloud of gray dust. When it subsided the Gallo Blanco faced his adversary wabbling unstead- fly, while 8 little scarlet stream spurted over his glossy white feath- CTS. A deep groan Rnd a storm of imprecations came from the Quiapo people. The Galios Blanco made n last weak attempt to reach his foe. stumbled and rolled over dead.
 In the pandemonium of clyeers and curses several Quiapo men 1eaped into the pit. One of them, old Alessandro, the shoemaker, an expert on cock fighting, seized the body of the Gallo Blanco and examined 1t minutely. Suddenly he waved his hand for si- lenee, his wrinkled face distorted with rage.
 His leg is broken" he shouted in Tugalo. ''Tsadoro has crippled him. There was general movement to- ward the pit, but the old man cried out just in time: "Back! Remember that the American soldiers are here. We can do nothing. Let us go to the Widow Mercado and get her to make an accusation to the American officials"
 The Quiapo portion of the crowd be- gan tofile out of the inclosure. Come, you pig, and son of a pig" said Alessandro to the dazed Isadoro; ''come, or knife in the back to you, speedily
 Isadoro followed him like one in a trance. Now and then he muttered through cracked lips: "Dios! I did not do it. My king, oh, my king.."
 Maria, the daughter of the baker, spat upon him as he passed her. "Animal!" she cried, -furiously. Isa- doro had been tried and found guilty. At the official trial numerous wit. nesses would be produced to swear that they saw him cripple the bird, and he would be sent to Bilibid prison for several years. The people of Quiapo had been impoverished through the deed, and wanted satis- faction. If they had lost fairly, they would have borne it philosophically, for the Filipinos are good gamblers" but to lose through apparent treach- cry reused their fury to the highest pitch.
 We're it not for the fact that sev. eral of the older men realized that the American authorities were un. reasonable enough to set higher value on a human life than that of u game-cock, Isadoro would have been disposed of long before they reached the beno stand.
 My little ones will starve," shrieked mother of many; "all we had was on the Gallo Blanco. Kill the traitor!" And others echoed the cry of kill"
 The widow was serving Private Smith, of the Manila constabulary, with contraband liquid when the procession arrived At sight of the khaki uniform most of the crowd drew back.
 ''Senora," said the old shoemaker. with forced calmness, "Isadoro crlp. pied the Gallo Blanco, and he was killed. Come with us to the court and make complaint"
 Isadoro cast a look of mute appeal at the widow. It was entirely su- perfuous. She shrugged her lean mahogany shoulders. ''Tt may be true, or 1t may not" said the widow. quietly; "but will not make com plaint. The Gallo .Blanco was mine Vamos, or will tell the policeman to drive you away"
 , She laid her hand gently on Isa. doro's shoulder and drew him into the little nipa hut. With muttered curses the crowd withdrew. !.
 Tonight" announced the widow "we will go to the padre at the Church of Nostra Sonora del Quiapo to be married.'
 1sadoro drew back from her with curse. He looked into that unat- tractive face with, something much akin to hatred. If not" added the widow, with a look of determination. T will tell the policeman to take you"
 Then Isadoro realized that he was chained to her by circumstances, and that, save for her, he had no friend in all the Philippines. Also, Bilibid prison was place to be avoided.
 II will go," he said, finally, in ac cents of despair.
 "In the name of Nostra Sonora del Quiapo, gracias," murmured the