de, filled her soul with remorse and
suggested to her with an unspeakable vividness that in all probability
she would pay the penalty on both sides of the grave. Awakening from
one awful dream, she would, after listening to the stillness of the
night for a time, lapse into another. Again she would suddenly awake
and begin to fumble her rosary and repeat selections from a Catholic
prayer book. Would she dare to turn back? Behind her was certain death;
before her, the possibility of life. She resolved to go on.

The night whiled away. Her pony ate his fill and lay down to
rest. Beaded dew drops collected themselves in close proximity upon
the grasses and foliage about her feet. The cool mountain air from
without and fear from within caused her to shiver a great deal. Day
finally came; Marie rode on.

Following the Magat river she finally reached the city of Bayombong
with a population of 20,000 people. Here she learned from the natives
that Aguinaldo and a loyal remnant of his appointed congress had
passed through the city ahead of her, en route northward.

At Bayombong she was advised to follow down the Magat river for
twenty miles, then to bear to the northeast along the pathway made by
Aguinaldo and his followers in their recent retreat. This she did,
crossing another range of mountains near Fort Del Pilar, which had
been erected by the Filipinos to circumvent as well as to prevent the
progress of the Americans, should they attempt to follow them. On
the farther side of this slope she came upon the headwaters of the
Rio Grande de Cagayan river, which she followed on to the north for
several weeks, enjoying the hospitality of the natives along the
course, until at last she came upon the beautiful city of Ilagan at
the confluence of the Cagayan and Pinacanalan rivers.

It was now late in April. Marie was tired and needed rest. At Ilagan
she was cordially received by the curious natives who were eager to
learn some news concerning the war which was being conducted several
hundred miles further south. Marie grew cheerful. There were no
Americans in the city, and nobody knew of any within the valley. She
felt that at last she had successfully eluded her supposed pursuers and
that she was safe. Ilagan is the capital of Isabella province. It has
a population of approximately 60,000 people. Marie's natural ability,
information gathered in the school of experience, knowledge of the
details of the war, and her willingness to