Litchfield enquirer., 1865-05-04

DAY, MAY 4, 1865.
 I stepped aside, and without throwing the cloak over the bulls horns, plunged the sword into his neck. He fell. and the audience set m . shout of We'll done, Inglesp
 That was an easy victory whispered my l friend the manager, as he led me off after making my bow to the people; '-but don't let it make you rash, The poor brute was bleed ing to death anybody could see that It will be different with the black Portuguese
 And so it proved, for the audience loud y de- maDded that the lances of the picadors should be tipped with wood. all save a point two in- ches long, so that the next bull should show better sport. And not to dwell on details. .af ter five or six horses had been disa bled the picadors retired, and amid a flourish of trumpets was placed face to face with the black Por tuguese bull
 Bravo torro look what wicked eye he has! l bet an ounce oe gold on the bull r shouted one amatuer, springing to his feet, and there was burst of laughter at the offer of this wager, but breathless silence succeeded as 1 advanced, step by step, towards where the bull stood, paving up the loose sand with his fore feet, and roaring low, as he watched me. He was superb beast. very large, but model of symmetry, and his sable coat, spotted now with roth and gore, was as glossy as satin. He was very little hurt his bloodshot eyes rolled fercely; he was evidently gathering breath to renew the battle. On my part, l was we'll aware that my life hung by thread, but that if could conquer this one bull, the last sur vivor. my work would be done. and the money -the price of mans safety-would be earn ed. A nasty word of prayer rose from my heart to my lips, and I advanced, cautiously but firmly The bull appeared to be in no hurry. He waited with heaving Hanks, close to one of the barriers. while drew near
 Have a care, Englishman, have care he means mischief!' cried some we'll meaning spectator in the front row. Scarcely were the words uttered, before, with deep and sudden roar, the black bull came laundering down upon me in headlong charge. It was all that could do to spring aside, and the bull, una ble to check hiznself, dashed his head against the wooden barriers with a violence that made many women in the lower tier scream with alright, But with great quickness the huge beast recovered himself, and came rushing to- wards me, with his head low. Again sprang aside, but so narrow was my escape that one of the sharp horns caught the sleeve of my gaudy jacket, and ripped it open from wrist to elbow, while the applause of the audience fol lowed the stroke. Before could use my sword the bull nimbly wheeled, and was forced to trust for my life to my superior speed of foot, running round the ring, hotly chased by the bull, whose feet sank in the loose sand then turned, and made an intellectual effort to throw the red cloak over the eyes of my ter. rible antagonist, but the crafty beast eladei me, and this time, as I sprang out of it's way I felt sharp pang in my left arm and side and staggered back. almost dropping thesword The people set np- q cry :-.- .-----------------
 sToro! Viva Fl Negro the lblack bull for ever! Well done, bull! see the English aaatan.s b.aea --- -s<- --.--------
 A crimson mist foated before my eyes. I grew dizzy, and thyroar of the audience con fused me- Was all indeed lost? Half me- chanieally. while the blood ebbed from my wounded arm, looked around me. The bull was close by. I saw his glaring eyes and tossing horns. He flawered his head and made fresh charge Hardly knowing what did, I thrust forward thelong, strong -bladed sword of the matador, add planted my feet firmly, and then there was 8 crash and bell and rose again, feebly, and then was leaning on my sword, reeling like Q drunken man, as the manager supported>pe and bade me bow to the audience, while the shout of Q, we'll done the Englishman! Niva Viva! We'll done! rose from thousands of throats. Close beside me lay the cafcase of the black Portu- guese bull. My swdrd had reached his heart The next thing I refnember was that I lay, half swooning, on mattress in one of the inner crypts of the amphitleatre, while doc tor was binding up my hurts.
 Considerable hemorhage, but no artery damaged after all 7 said the surgeon let us see the other wound. Bah. mere graze.- You have escaped bel ct bien, my young friend, after all ?
 So it proved. suffered no inconvenience beyond loss of blood from the injury had received, and the money had earned being forwarded by safe hand to the placs of rem dezvous on the following Jay, MT. Croft was set at liberty. Moreno proved man of his word, being equally willing to release cap tive whose ransom wae paid, or to poinard 1T insolvent yrisoner. Mil not attempt to de scribe Alices joy at befpg reunited to tho father whom she had mobrned as dead. no, the p1ingled terror and 3ratitude with which the darling girl learneds the desperate means 1 had taken to save him.>I am captain O ..he Tudor now, and she isAmy wife, and ir
 ou. home, where we have liyed happily for z,
 long, s1. has often recalled, with tears and
 smiles, that episode in .pdr lives which wal
 so nearly proving tragickl at Malaga. ". II All the Fear Round.