St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-05-25

the matador asks permission of the
mayor, and, upon receiving it, throws
his hat behind him, and advances to
finish the bloody work. Either the bull
was unusually lively, or the picadores
out of practice, for it was not until the
sword was run the fourth time almost up
to the hilt, that the animal dropped
down on his knees, then farther down,
and finally his poor head fell upon the
sand and he drew his last breath and
died. Poor fellow? 1t is supposed that
the third and fourth are always the best,
so as the first fight was not so bad as |
had anticipated, we decided to stay on.
l might surprise you when l tell you
that we didn't move from our seats
until the sixth bull lay dead
Before Our Eyes.
/ can't say enjoyed the last part so
much. but | was bound to stick 1T out,
especially as Mr.. B. had wagered that
one would be enough for us. he was
sure. But to-day wonder how had
the courage to go, and then to stay when
L got there.
The second one was little more
lively, but the second matador only had
to give three blows. But the third bull
was terror. He came IN with wild
bound, bowling and believing, and
tearing at the men, drove every one
over the fence and broke the boards in
three places with his horns. Here was
going to be some excitement, and every
one sat UP with beamingly expectant
faces. He certainly made things lively
for some minutes. and the quick move
ments of the matador were just the
least bit quicker than the BULBS. One
horse and rider were thrown entirely
over him and came down on the other
side, and another horse was torn all to
pieces. 1t was perfectly sickening, and
ave had to putup our fans, but
The Spanish Girls
loudly applauded and thought it was
grand. The matador for this bull was a
little fellow only fifteen and we thought
he would certainly never be successful,
but, when the bull was in the right
position, the little fellow got ready, and
when the animal made a dive at him he
drove, with one blow, the sword in clear
TO the Hit, the point coming out at his
side. and the blood simply poured from
his mouth. 1t was splendid stroke
and the public nearly went crazy. They
yelled and WhiStied and threw up their
hats, their canes and their coats. while
cigars were shoWered down by the
dozens. Well. the last three were a
repetition of the first ones and we were
glad when it was over, SO we could go
out and drive up and down the Paseo
and see the ariStocracy of Seville.
There are some very
Beautiful Girls
here, and some turn-outS that would
compete with any that Fifth avenue can
produce. This Is regular Central
park mean the Paseo. The most ex-
Quisite grounds laid out in flower beds,
beautiful drives, trees and palms. This
morning at 9 we took carriage and
drove out to Italica, where they are ex-
cavating that old Roman town. The
ruins of ltalica have been made so fam
Gus by Spanish poets that we enjoyed
them very much Tor that as well as for
the interest they themselves excite.
Returning, we stopped at the porcelain
mandatory, and enjoyed very much
seeing the china, from its beginning in
the form of grey and yellow clay, up to
its perfection.
Seville is most interesting town.
Some of the little narrow streets are
thoroughly Spanish with their white,
pale blue, and pink houses-while the
newer, wide, fine streets with modest
can. 1t is quite the cleanest little place
have seen in some time, although Ma
laga is not One-third as
Dirty as Naples.
But this is acharming surprise, after
l had heard so often of the dirt of Spain,
which iii my eyes cannot equal that of
Italy.
We are in an extremely nice Pension,
kept by an English woman married TO a
SWede. She is very nice ana as bright
as dollar. She has treated us to Eng
lisn bread and cows milk and
yellow butter, which you may
be sure we appreciate after four
months of other discipline. | can't i'm
agine what will happen when we get
home and see baked potatoes with rice
and cream. 1t makes me want to take
the next ship at the mere thought, and
L hope you will anticipate my appetite
and have bushel of potatoes baked for
my first meal.
Mr. B is waiting for US to 60 to
walk, so must fly. Please pardon this
awful pencil, but / have no ink. Oh,
Granada. can l ever realize that in
few days shall be therel Why are you
not there, too? Think of me as being
too happy to speak when first see the
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