Wichita eagle., 1888-04-29
aim, leaned from the corregldor's 1oge,
Ter eyes fixed in terror upon that scene of

/ calm, leaned from the correg1dor's 1oge,
her eyes fixed in terror upon that scene Of
daring.
"And you say" said to my obliging
neighbor, ''the wife of the fiscal takes no
interest in these courses-see her nowr
''But even as I spoke, at a sign from
her husband mindful of the attention she
was attracting, Donna Rosario shrank
again into the shelter Of her curtains,
nevertheless, not before I had seen that
the eyes of the chulo, in spite of his danger
Gus position, had sought and crossed with
those of the wife of the corregidor.
The struggle between the taureau and
his assailants has become frightful; bel
lowing, paving the dust, and covered
with foam from his efforts to dislodge his
burden, the creature, like mammoth
centaur, plunged about the arena, the
dogs, bleeding from a 100 wounds, snap
ping at his heels, the fame tipped jave-
Inns of the waiting toreros menacing and
driving him from rail to rail- The brute,
however, was stronger than the man, and
the strength of the chulo was failing him,
but at the instant when, swaying from
side to side, it seemed that he must fall
from his seat to be gored and ground by
the horns of his enemy, he lifted himself
like dancer upon tight rope. glided to
the earth across the open space and
turned at bay, his lips compressed, his
bearing proud and scornful.
AS the brave torero thus boldly faced the
onslaught in the arena, l saw and heard
a sudden commotion arise at the gates Of
the barriers among the Royal volunteers
who guarded them; also that group of
men hastily entered the box of the cor
regidOr; that a woman's figure leaned
from the railing Of the box, her eyes like
Goals Of fire in her pallid face, her hands
uplifted. and crying imperiously in
voice that had nothing human in it:
''Meure, chulo Meure chuloi' And the
young man, lifting his eyes to the face
above him, docile and obedient as a son
TO the commands of a mother, cast his
poniard from him, and thus disarmed
awaited the end-an end not long coming
roar from the taureau, a thud, cry
from the Donna Rosario, for it was she
who had thrown to the chulo that hurried
order and all was over for Cristoval the
trabucaire!
Cristoval the trabucaire? Ay, recog-
nized not only by the fiscal and his wife
as Cristoval, their son, but by the authori-
ties as well as the hunted brigand. who
would be seized and imprisoned at the
moment of his leaving the arena.
1t was this the men who had entered
the box Of the corregidor at the moment
Of the encounter had come to tell him;
this that had induced the heroic mother
to command her son to die rather than
live to be dishonored. Cristoval, worthy
of this great heart, obeyed.
Three months later Rosario, too, was
dead-a victim to the scourgings and ex-
cessive penalties that she imposed upon
herself in order to eXpiate that which she
called ''the crime of her pride"
How did all this come about Bravadol
To see ais mother, to keep his word to the
man whom, nevertheless, he refused to
as his father, the unfortunate
boy, disguised as a chulo, had entered the
city and entered it to his death.
Who told me the beginning and the end
of this sorrowful story? Don Andres him
self, and the tongue of Valladolid and all
Madrid. from the French of
Emanuel Gonzales for The New York
Mercury by E. G. Waggoner.