Los Angeles herald. [volume] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1890-1893, 1890-08-18

round. He did not rush the fight, but
came up on a jog till within about a
dozen feet of his opponent, when down
went his head again as he made dash
right at her. Had he succeeded? There
was scarlet mass on his terrible horns,
and entangled about his neck, and he
gored it, and plunged about in an appar-
ent delirium of joy at having ended the
contest. A ripping laugh from the
other side of the building showed that
Jaguarina was safe and the animal soon
tired of trying to mangle the shawl.
The young Amazon tripped forward,
easily evaded the brute, recovered the
scarlet cloth, and then commenced one
OF the most exciting episodes which the
reporter had ever seen. The woman
and the bull were here, there, every
where at one and the same time. She
would snap her little fingers right in his
face; the tips of his cruel horns would
sometimes just Craze her perfectly
nodded limbs; she would laugh at him,
tease him in every way. Now she gives
his tail jerk, then gives his flank a
little kick with the toe of her SHOE
She turns her back and slowly strides
away, and he bounds wildly, furiously
after her. He is right on the point OF
tossing her high in the air, when her
1.-THE body gives twist and she calmly
smiles at the two men looking on with
bated breath, and says: "He is very
awkward is he not?" The bull is be-
ginning to be foam-hecked; he is furious,
his mouth is open and his red nos
trils pulsate as he pants for breath.
Jaguarina is as steady of breath, and
fresh in all ways as when she first
faced him.
"It is enough" cries the manager
"here take the word and end it,"
He tries not 10 show, but the strain has
told, even on his nerves. As for the
reporter, he feels little shaky with the
excitement of the novel spectacle,
mixed with constant apprehension OF
a resulting tragedy.
"Must l kill him. She asks pouting.
II hate to-"
eyes, you must see if you can strike
the right point. She's been practlcing on
dummy" the manager explains to the
reporter, "but that won't answer now.
You know about four or five inches back
of the horns, turn the point down ward,
and then we will go to dinner, ''and the
manager tossed the glittering weapon
down and the firm, white, little right
hand of the intrepid woman deity
caught the hilt as it fell and she stood
en- garde.
This was new move, and Mr.. Bull
began his attack cautiously the blade
begins to wave and quiver like thing
of life; the animal does not like it, and
again makes dash with lowered head
"Now" Cry both of the men looking
on.
There is resounding smack as the
brute rushes by and he receives smart
blow on the nose from the flat of the
blade. That blade then acts as if it were
bewitched; it vibrates around, under,
and over the bull, who becomes frantic
with impotent rage. The trim clad fig
ure seems to fly from one side TO the
other; there is whirlwind of motion,
of action, OF attack and defense, of NAL
ignant rage and laughing GOODNESS, of a
massive black brute and rounded steel
muscled, beautiful woman.
"Finish it then, finish him Jagua-
rina, again calls out the manager,
as the bull gathers himself
together for another attack
Jaguarina stands under the edge of the
loft, which is but a foot or SO above her
head. She laughs and gives the sword
a toss that lands it between the two
men above her, and stands with her
arms carelessly hanging at her sides.
The animal makes rush at her, and
she bounds into the air, her hands grasp
the edge of the platform, and in a
moment she stands on the loft floor,
painting little, and shaking hands with
the reporter and manager.
II couldn't kill him." she said; "why
should I? knew could if wanted to,
but he has as much right to live as
have. Please see that he has plenty of
good hay and water"
"Were you frightened at all % asks
the reporter.
"Never was frightened in my liie," is
the reply, and the dress rehearsal is
over.