Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1889-05-31

touched and smiling behind him
again lie charges-three times in
quick successlon-but his horns
touch nothing more solid than the
crimson cloak, which waves above
his head each time as be passes the
matador. For a moment "torO'
stands as If supplied, then espies a
larger and safer bait, and with a
fearful rush lifts horse and picador
into the air, hurting them to the
ground in heap. The matadors
are quick, however, and while the
picador is being helped to his feet,
and the attendants are unsaddling
the horse, fast bleeding to death
from a wound in its side, they call
off the bull by waving their cloaks
and keeping bis attention fixed on
themselves. He is a good bull.
The people are delighted. "Bravo,
toro !" they cry. "Bravissimo y
Another horse falls dead, the
third is wounded and led out, the
fourth killed; bat the Spaniards
are not satisfied in their love OF
blood.
The bugle sounds.
Sebastian, who up TIL now has
gazed IN a careless way at the
scene, steps forward, takes the
sword and the flag, and with a
gallant stride marches to the adj.
minlstrator's box, where he swears
to kill the bull.
There is a deafening cheer as he
throws his nat among the people,
to be held till be returns victorious
or dead.
turn instinctiyely toward Juan
tia ; she was leaning back ~ her
seat, slowly flaming herself, her
half closed eyes scarcely conveying
even an expression of interest IN
the proceedings.
Sebastian faces the bull, the flag
in the left hand, his eyes watching
the beasts. His hand is as steady
as a rock.
The bull charges ; drew a quick
breath; Sebastian is all right /;
gracefully, with the ease of a prac-
ticed bull fighter, he escaped the
horns, which merely touched the
scarlet flag.
A cheer rings out from the crowd,
bringing a flush to his cheek.
Again the bull charges, again
and again; each time Sebastian is
unscathed, but as yet he has bad
no chance of killing the bull. He
is facing it now; slowly he raises
the sword-the point never trem.
bles. For one second all is dust,
the next | saw his manly form laid
out full length in the sand.
Accustomed as Z am to bull
fights, l shuddered.
ale is killed :" cry the people (;
"he is killed ~
The bull never looks at him
again, passing on to attack the
cloak of one of the matadors. /
gaze at Juanita once more. Her
expression has not altered to the
least degree; her fan merely vi
brates a little quicker. | hated
that woman.
A shout form the people recalls
my attention. Sebastian has risen,
picked up the sword and flag, and
ls facing the bull once more. There
was silence IN the ring like death.
Again the sword IS raised, again
all is dust, again a form lies pros
trate in the sand-but this time it
is the bull
Never have ! heard such shout
as rang through and through the
building as Sebastian approached
the gobernador and bowed. lie is
paler than ever, but a smile of vic
tory lights up his lips. Then, sword
in hand, he turned, approached
and faced Juanita, bis dark eyes
gazing into her face. Her express
sion is the same as ever; as he
BOWS to her, she never alters a
feature. There is no smile of en-
scarcely a sign OF
recognition; she plucks a rose,
however, from her breast and
hrows it to him.
He stoops and picks 1t up, and
With eyes fixed on hers, lifts it
oward his observation-disclosures
t to the ground, and tramples 1t
lnder foot.
/ look for Juanita. She has left |
he ring.
FIVE minutes later, as Sebastian
passed through the archway into
he open air, still IN his scarlet and
,old, a dagger was buried deep in
Iis breast.
| saw Juanita do it, ami it was
he only time saw her smile
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