Unofficial letters of an official's wife [by] Edith Moses.

AN OFFICIAL'S WIFE

El Gobernador Taft!" and a storm of applause
greeted every well-directed blow. " Los espaioles,"
I heard one man say, pointing to the thin and vanquished champion, whom the stout pugilist finished
by sitting on him till he totally disappeared. We
amused ourselves immensely at this show, and then
tried our luck, or rather "unluck," in the shooting
gallery.
The company with whom I was taking the huelga
consisted of several Filipino girls and a couple of
respected native members of the Manila bar. None
of these young people seemed to take the least interest in the church ceremonies as religious celebrations. Two of the girls would not enter the doors
of the Dominican or Franciscan churches; they were
so opposed to the friars. It is too bad that so many
of the better-educated Filipinos distrust all the
clergy on account of their hatred of the friars. At
one o'clock we terminated our huelga at a restaurant
on the Escolta, a place unknown to me and to most
Americans, I suspect, where a delicious French supper was served, including baby lobsters, wild boar,
ices, and champagne. At three o'clock in the morning we all drove up to our house, where I parted
with many Christmas greetings from my Filipino
friends.
Early Christmas morning we distributed our
gifts to each other, and to the waiting house servants and coachmen. The guard came in for cigars.
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