Part 5

_Caldera_ was unable to find among his relatives or friends any men brave enough to help him restrain the sufferer in his violent moments. They all looked with terror at the door to the _estudi_, as if behind it were concealed the greatest of dangers. To go shooting through roads and canals was man's work. A stab could be returned; one bullet could answer another; but ah! that frothing mouth which killed with a bite!... that incurable disease which made men writhe in endless agony, like a lizard sliced by a hoe!

He no longer knew his mother. In his final moments of lucidity he had thrust her away with loving brusqueness. She must go!... Let him not see her again!... He feared to do her harm! The poor woman's friends dragged her out of the room, forcing her to remain motionless, like her son, in a corner of the kitchen. _Caldera_, with a supreme effort of his dying will, tied the agonizing youth to the bed. His beetling brows trembled and the tears made him blink as he tied the coarse knots of the rope, fastening the youth to the bed upon which he had been born. He felt as if he were preparing his son for burial and had begun to dig his grave. The victim twisted in wild contortions under the father's strong arms; the parent had to make a powerful effort to subdue him under the rope that sank into his flesh.... To have lived so many years only to behold himself at last obliged to perform such a task! To give life to a creature, only to pray that it might be extinguished as soon as possible, horrified by so much useless pain!... Good God in heaven! Why not put an end to the poor boy at once, since his death was now inevitable?...

He closed the door of the sick room, fleeing from the rasping shriek that set everybody's hair on end; but the madman's panting continued to sound in the silence of the cabin, accompanied by the lamentations of the mother and the weeping of the other women grouped around the lamp that had just been lighted.

_Caldera_ stamped upon the floor. Let the women be silent! But for the first time he beheld himself disobeyed, and he left the cabin, fleeing from this chorus of grief.

Night descended. His gaze wandered toward the thin yellow band that was visible on the horizon, marking the flight of day. Above his head shone the stars. From the other homes, which were scarcely visible, resounded the neighing of horses, barking, and the clucking of fowl--the last signs of animal life before it sank to rest. That primitive man felt an impression of emptiness amid the Nature which was insensible and blind to the sufferings of its creatures. Of what concern to the points of light that looked down upon him from above could be that which he was now going through?... All creatures were equal; the beasts that disturbed the silence of dusk before falling asleep, and that poor youth similar to him, who now lay fettered, writhing in the worst of agony. How many illusions his life had contained!... And with a mere bite, a wretched animal kicked about by all men could finish them all. And no remedy existed in heaven or upon earth!...

Once again the distant shriek of the sufferer came to his ears from the open window of the _estudi_. The tenderness of his early days of paternity emerged from the depths of his soul. He recalled the nights he had spent awake in that room, walking up and down, holding in his arms the little child that was crying from the pains of infancy's illness. Now he lay crying, too, but without hope, in the agonies of a hell that had come before its time, and at last ... death.

His countenance grew frightened, and he raised his hands to his forehead as if trying to drive away a troublesome thought. Then he appeared to deliberate.... Why not?...

"To end his suffering ... to end his suffering!"

He went back to the cabin, only to come out at once with his old double-barrelled musket, and he hastened to the little window of the sick room as if he feared to lose his determination; he thrust the gun through the opening.

Again he heard the agonizing panting, the chattering of teeth, the horrible shriek, now very near, as if he were at the victim's bedside. His eyes, accustomed to the darkness, saw the bed at the back of the gloomy room, and the form that lay writhing in it--the pale spot of the face, appearing and disappearing as the sick man twisted about desperately.

The father was frightened at the trembling of his hands and the agitation of his pulse; he, the son of the _huerta_, without any other diversion than the hunt, accustomed to shoot down birds almost without aiming at them.

The wailing of the poor mother brought back to his memory other groans of long long ago--twenty-two years before--when she was giving birth to her only son upon that same bed.

To come to such an end!... His eyes, gazing heavenward, saw a black sky, intensely black, with not a star in sight, and obscured by his tears....

"Lord! To end his sufferings! To end his sufferings!"

And repeating these words he pressed the musket against his shoulder, seeking the lock with a tremulous finger.... Bang! Bang!

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INTERNATIONAL: POCKET: LIBRARY

1. MADEMOISELLE FIFI _Guy de Maupassant_

Introduction by Joseph Conrad

2. TWO TALES _Rudyard Kipling_

Foreword by Wilson Follett

3. TWO WESSEX TALES _Thomas Hardy_

Introduction by Conrad Aiken

4. MODERN RUSSIAN CLASSICS

Stories by Andreyev, Solgub, Gorki, Tchekov, Babel, and Artzibashev. Foreword by Issac Goldberg

5. CANDIDE _Voltaire_

Introduction by Andre Morize

6. THE LAST LION _Vicente Blasco Ibáñez_

Introduction by Mariano Joaquin Lorente

7. A SHROPSHIRE LAD _A. E. Housman_

Preface by William Stanley Braithwaite

8. GITANJALI _Rabindranath Tagore_

Introduction by W. B. Yeats

9. THE BOOK OF FRANÇOIS VILLON

Introduction by H. De Vere Stacpoole

10. THE HOUND OF HEAVEN _Francis Thompson_

Introduction by G. K. Chesterton

11. _Coloured Stars_ Edited by _Edward Powys Mathers_

12. RUBAIYAT OF OMAR KHAYYAM _Edward Fitzgerald_

With Decorations by Elihu Vedder

OTHER TITLES IN PREPARATION

13. THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST _Oscar Wilde_

14. FIVE MODERN PLAYS _O'Neill, Schnitzler, Dunsany, Maeterlinck, Richard Hughes_

15. THREE IRISH PLAYS J_. M. Synge, Douglas Hyde,_ and _W. B. Yeats_

Introduction by Harrison Hale Schaff

16. THE GREATEST THING IN THE WORLD _Henry Drummond_

Introduction by Elizabeth Towne

17. THE SYMPOSIUM OF PLATO

Introduction by _B. Jowett, M.A._

18. THE WISDOM OF CONFUCIUS

Edited by _Miles M. Dawson_

19. ALICE IN WONDERLAND _Lewis Carroll_

Illustrated by Sir John Tenniel

20. THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS _Lewis Carroll_

Illustrated by Sir John Tenniel

OTHER TITLES IN PREPARATION

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The following typographical errors were corrected by the etext transcriber:

There is a curious contradition=>There is a curious contradiction

Segrada threw his cards=>Sagreda threw his cards

His eyes, opened extraordinarly=>His eyes, opened extraordinarily

flocked to _Caldera's_ cavin=>flocked to _Caldera's_ cabin