St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-05-20
ne the banderillos far above their heads

ing the banderillos far above their heads
at arms length, facing the bull. A mo-
ment the now furious beast pauses, then
with a charge makes for one of his adj
versaries; for second all is a cloud
of dust, III which the advancing
forms of bull and man are scarcely dis
cernible; the next, the bull is believing
round the ring with the points of the
banderiIl0s fast In his shoulders and the
banderillerO Is smiling and bowling un-
scathcd. There is no need for fire-ban-
dcrillOs 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 a careless way at the scene. steps for
ward, takes the sword and the flag, and
with gallant stride marches to the adj
illustrators box, where he sWearS to
kill the bull.
There is deafening cheer as he
throws his hat among the people, to be
held until he returns vict0riOus-Or
dead.
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; grace
fully, with the ease of practised bull
fighter, he escaped the horns, which
merely touched the scarlet flag.
A cheer rings out from the crowd,
bringing flush to his cheek.
A hn hv,11 nh
again; each time Sebastian is unscathed,
ing the bull. He is facing it now;
slowly he raises the sw0rd-the point
never trembles. For one second all IS
dust, the next saw his manly form
laid our full length in the sand.
Accustomed as am to bull fights,
shuddered.
s'He is killed!" cried the people; che
is killedw The bull never looked at
him again. passing OH to attack the
cloak of one of the matadOrS. | gazed
atJHanita once more. He expression
has not altered to the least degree; her
fan merely vibrates little quicker. /
hated that woman.
A shout from the people recalls my
attention. 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 a form
lies PROSTATE 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 Sebastian approached the gobernador
and bowed. He is paler than ever, but
a smile of victory lights up his lips.
Then, sword in hand. he turned. ap-
preached and faced Juanita, his dark
eyes gazing into her face. Her express
sion is the same as ever; as he bows to
her, she never alters feature. There
is no smile of encOuragemont,::sc scarcely a
sign of recognition; she plucks rose,
however, from her breast and throws it
to him.
He stoops and picks it up, and with
his eyes fixed on hers, lifts it toward his
observation-disclosures it the ground
and trampleS it under foot.
A deafening cheer arises from the
crOwd-cheer upon cheer.
look for Juanita. She had left the
ring.
Five minutes later, as Sebastian
passed through the archway into the
open air. still in his scarlet and gold, a
dagger was buried deep in his breast.
l saw Juanita do it. and it was the
only time ever saw her smile.