Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-05-30
A TALE or IRE BuM-RiNG.

ih-Ii-I iNu't' AtNH Ut" "H'i''I
ATALE OF TIRE BuLL-RiNG.
was early in my seat, for like,
above all things, to see 'Ee motley crowd
of suu-burned Spauiards come truoplng
TO their national game, was not in the
som5re ur shady seats, for / prefer TO
sake my place among the crowd, one OF
whom almost am nov, and, moreover
what right has penulless young artist
20 spsno a dollar on seeing bull tightly
How roisy aud hot and dusty they all
looked as they trOoped in and took their
Keats around mel I was surprised 40 the
crowd; there was no great mstador 10.
ing TO kill bulls today, yet all the Cheap
er seats were filling.
asked my ueighbor, peasant in a
lat, black hat, brooches, ana highly dec
orated CATERS and a bright wHistcoat,
al wearing his coat slung from his
shoulders.
"Senor," l said, "Can you tell me why
so many people are here todayY'
He looked at me a moment with an ex-
preston of surprise.
you do not know He spoke with
strong An1alusan accent. ''Sebesuan
will kill the bull"
Sebastian" / said. "seuor, do not
think nae ignorant but know no bull
fighter of that name.'
He laughed.
"He has never killed a bull before; to
day is his frat. He comes from this part
that is why every one is. here" Then he
added: 81 will tell you his story. Sebas
tian is only a muleteer who once week
drives caravan of mules from his noun.
tain village TO this town. Once week
he comes with his burden OF fruit. But
he ia DOOR; the mules are not his; no Is
only works for another" He paused for
a moment and he added: you are Il
stranger herer'
yes" l said. l only arrived yester'
day"
Chen YOU do not know Juanita-Ls
Bella Juanita we call herp He aid not
wait for me TO answer his question, but
contnned Every one falls IN love with
Juanita, and Sebastian, like the rest, did
too. He prayed aud besought her 70
marry MIN, but she is proud and would
not look at tn, humble muleteer. But
after time his handsome face and oft
repeated tale impr essed her; so she told
him she would marry him If he would kill
a bull in the ring at today'a fair. Bat
hush! Here she is."
turned in the direction in which he
was pointing, and gezed with astonish'
ment at one Of the loveliest creatures 1t
has ever been my lot TO see. All eyes we're
fixed on her, yet she was an impassiye as
if she were alone and unnotloed. Her
light, golden hair--not uncommon among
the Spanards be und up high upon
her head, and summounted by dark,
crimson rose, which held in its place her
mantilla, a black lane.
II was time the bull fight commenced
and already the impatient Spaniards
were shouting and ,calliDR, but yet the
gobernador mad not taken his seat III the
box served. / was all impatient to zee
Sebastian and his was first bull to be
killed. gazed hastily round the ring
what an anomaly 10 presented. Near me,
but in the better seats, were lady aud
her two little girls, whom che was feeding
On chocolates, and whose tiny hands were
al ready 20 clap the victorious matador
Behind and around me we're the Jannty
dusty crowd, among whom passed aud
rrpassed the sellers OF water, with their
shrill cry of "Agua, aqua fresca,' and the
vendors of buscuits and nuts. Below ~
the arena with its burning yellow rHnd a
miniature desert. Suddenly the band
commenced TO play. | turned and saw
that the Administrators box Was no long
err empty. A small man in a black coat
and a silk hat had taken his seat, sur
rounded by half a down officers IN fun
uniform and lady or two. Oue by one
the spears of the picadDrs we're handed
to them, and he measured the points
to see that none were beyond the
prescribed length sufficient to slightly
wound and enrage the bull without en-
daugering its life or injuring it seriously
-Four of the matadors we're profession
els; the ffth--to hom vas given the
place Of honor in the center and slightly
ahead ~ uas Sebastian. All eyes were
turned on him.
! A gate il opened in the arena. With a
roar, and q shoIt from the people, the
/ bull rushes from his darkened sell into
! the ring. He looks around him; for q
momeLt he paws the ground; then, led on
by the moving cloak Of one Of the mata
doris. he charges. graceful bend OF the
body and a slight movement 20 one side,
and the bull has passed his quarry, who
stands untouched and smiling behind
him. Again be charges three times 10
ouick succession - but his horns touch
nothing more solid than the crimson
CLOAK. which waves above his head each
time be passes the matador. For mo.
meut "toror stands az if stupehed; then
pies a larger and safer bait, and with
fearful rush lifts horse aud pioador into
the air, hurting them to the ground IN
heap. The matadors are quick, however
and while the pioador Is being helped
70 hia fset and the attendants are unsad
ding tho horse, fast bleeding to death
from wound in its side, they call of the
Fbul by waving their cloaks and keep he
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