San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-05-24

themselves. ne Is a gooui GUN. Iu1 .,,yP.-
are delighted Bravo, toror they cry.
"BravisSimoir
Another horse falls dead, the third is
wounded and led out, the fourth killed: but
the Spaniafds are not satisfied in their love
of blood
MAS caballos. mas caballosl" they cry
even the two little children with their mother
cry MAS caballos!" Another is led in and
killed. Then the bugle sounds, and the second
part of the performance commences.
Two of the matadors step to the side of the
arena, leaving their cloaks and taking in
each hand banderillo-a wooden stick about
eighteen inches long, with metal forked
point the whole covered with gay colored
paper and ribbons. They step into the center
of the ring, and, posing themselves on tip
toe, holding the banderillos far above their
heads ct arms length, face the bull a mo-
ment the now furious beast pauses, then with
charge makes for one Of his adversaries;
for a second all is a cloud of dust, in which
the advancing forms Of bull and man are
scarcely discernible; the next, the bull Is bel
lowing round the ring with the points of the
banderillos fast in his shoulders, and the
banderillero is smiling and bowling, I'M
scathed There is no need for fire 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 a
careless way at the scene, steps forward,
takes the sword and the flag and with gal
liant stride marches to the administrators
box, where he swears- to kill the bull
There is a deafening cheer as he throws his
hat among the people, to be held till he re-
turns victoriOus-or dead
turn instinctvely toward Juanita; she
was leaning back in her seat, slowly tanning
herself, her half closed eyes scarcely convey
ing even an expression of interest in the pro-
ceedings
Sebastian faces the bull, the flag,in his left
hand, his eyes watching the beasts His
hand is as steady as q rock
The bull charges; drew "a quick breath;
Sebastian isNell rights gracefully, with the
ease of practiced bull fighter, he escaped
the horns, which merely touched the scarlet
flag.
\ cheer rings out from the crowd, bringing
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
the point never tfcmbles. For one second
all is dust, the next | saw his manly form
laid out full length in the sand.
Accustomed Us am to bull fights l shud-
derod.
He is killed." cried the people; che is
killed. The bull never looks ct him again,
passing on to attach; tie cloak of one of the
matadors. | gaze at Juanita once more.
Her expression has not altered to the least
degree; her fan merely vibrates a little
quicker hated that woman.
a shout from the people recalls my atten-
ton. 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 prostrate in the
aand-but this time 1t is the bull Sebastian
has killed it at one stroke, a feat seldom ac-
complished by even the masters of the art.
Never have heard such a shout as rang
through and through the building as Sebas-
tian 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, approached and faced Juanita, his
dark eyes gazing into her face. Her expires
sion is the same as ever; as he bows to her
she never alters feature. There is no smile
of encouragement, scarcely a sign of recog-
milton; she plucks q 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 lips
hesitates - throws it to the ground, and
tramples it under foot
A deafening cheer arises from the crowd
cheer upon cheer.
Hook for Juanita. She has 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.
saw Juanita do it, and it was the only
time l ever saw her smile.-Blackwood's
Mapazina