Yet who was Mabini, that the captains on the field should have taken note of his coming? He was, that day, only a mousy little lawyer, with no great name, the son of peasants, with some skill as a pamphleteer, a former member of the Liga Filipina who had escaped the firing squad and had been sent to the hospital instead, half in pity, half in scorn.
Aguinaldo had sent for Mm now in curiosity; news of the paralytic’s original ideas and vibrant prose had somehow reached him in exile. When the two met, the dictator of the Revolution was impressed. “I liked the clearness and logic with which he expressed his ideas, and the serenity and sincerity with which he argued,” Aguinaldo said later.
Apolinario Mabini, by Leon Ma. Guerrero














