Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1889-05-30

| believing round the room with the points
of the banderillos fast in his shoulders
and the banderillero IS smiling and bow
ing unseathed. There is no need for five
banderillos ON this bull. Four times does
he receive the sharp-forked points, and
| four times does he miss his man.
The bugle sounds.
| Sebastian, who up till now has gazed in
careless way at the scene, steps forward,
takes the sword and the flag, and with a
gallant stride marches to the administ-
rator's box, where he swears TO kill the
bull.
There is deafepded cheer as he throws
his hat among the people, to be held till
| he returns victorious-or death.
/ turned instinctively toward Juanita
| she was leaning back in her seat, slowly
| tanning herself, her half closed eyes
| scarcely conveying even an expression
of interest in the proceedings.
| Sebastian faces the bull, the flag in his
| left hand, his eyes watching the beasts.
| His hand is as steady as rock.
The bull charges; | drew quick breath
Sebastian is all right; gracefully, with the
ease of practiced bull-fghter, he es.
cspes the horns, which merely touched
the scarlet flag.
A cheer rings out from the crowd,
bring ing flush to his cheek.
Again the bull charges, again and again;
each time Sebastian Is unscathed, but as
yet he has had 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 aext
1 saw his manly form laid out full length
in the sand.
Accustomed as I am to bull fights I
shuddered.
''He is kiIled!'' cry the people; she is
killedr The bull never looks at him
again, passing on to attack the cloak of
one of of the matadors. gazed at Juan
tia once more. Her expression has not
altered to the least degree; her fan mere
ly vibrates little quicker. I hated the
woman.
A shout from the people recalls my at
tention. Sebastian has risen, picked up
the sword and flag, and is facing the bull
once more. There was silence in the ring
like death. Again the sword is raised,
again all is dust, again form lies pros
trate in the sand-but this time it is the
BULL Sebastian has killed it at one stroke,
feat seldom accomplished by even the
masters of the art.
Never have | heard such a shout as rang
through and through the building as Sc
bastian approached the gobernador and
bowed. He is paler than ever, but
smile of victory lights up his lips. Then,
sword in hand, he turned, approached,
and faced Juanita, his dark eyes gazing
into her face. Her expression is the
same as ever; as he bows to her she never
alters a feature. There il no smile of en-
couragement, scarcely sign of recog-
nition: she plucks a rose, however, from
her breast and throws it at him.
He stoops and picks it up, and, with
his eyes fixed on hers, lifts it toward his
lips hesitates-throws it to the ground,
and tramples it under foot.
deafening cheer arises from the
crOwd-cheer upon cheer.
[ look for Juanita. She has left the
ring.
Five minutes later, as Sebastian passed
through the archway into the open, into
the scarlet and gold, dagger was buried
deep in his breast.
saw Juanita do it, and itwas the only
time 1 ever saw her -Blaokwood's
Magazine.