Evening journal., 1891-12-28

parts Of the huge audience and every one
settled down to enjoy a lively combat, in
which. haply, half dozen horses might be
g0red 10 death and a picador or two be
mortally injured "Toro bravadop
The bull, brave rs he was, soon had suf-
flcient to engage his attention He rushed
headlong at the foremost picador, who
managed to avoid him only just In time,
while n dozen banderillos were quivering
IN the hide Of the badgered bull Now,
take care, my toredas, for the blood Of old
Andalusia is boiling in yonder warrior,
and he win never surrender while he can
keep his feetl
Needless to tell that to the men capering
nimbly about the ring, They recognized
the fighting spirit in the lowered head, the
blazing eyes and the paving hoofs Of their
foe and they did not underrate it's quality
m iota. So they tormented and tired him
10y Offering their wretched steeds MS tar
gets for his horns, and stuck banderllos
into him until he was mass of ribbons.
Six horses were dead, one picador was IA
tally wounded, and three others wore only
too glad to escape from the scene. He was
glorious bull lie had afforded untold
delight to the onlookers, and to none more
Niihi AiAf iAttL3a fiAHONtiiN lRUkthA 1UllB
girl seated just below Weston Sharpleigh.
Toro brayndol
A flourish Of trumpetsl The matadorl
Elegantly attred clean neat, in the
finest Of white linen and with a rioh silk
sash encircling his waist--perfeetly cool.
Thus the matador. He bowed aud kissed
his hand ia response 70 the shouts of vel
come. and flourished his sword, as II at
once to test the temper Of the steel and the
supplenees Of his wrist.
"Ahl Is be not splendid Rodriguez,
the matadori7 murmured the young girl,
glancng shyly at Weston Sharpleigh from
beneath her sweeping, dark eyelashes.
Rodriguez Rodriquezl Bravap' shout
ed the multitude.
Rodriguez was the most famous matador
that had eyer visited Guanaraja, and the
populace worshiped him. Beneath Mexi-
co.'s sunny skies admiration for personal
strength and bravery Is soon warmed into
idolatry.
In the meantime the banderilos and
chulos were engaging the attention Of 81
toro until the matador should be gracious.
ly pleased to bsstow the coup de grace.
The moment has arrived now, as he init
mates by bowling his head slightly and
throwing himself into position, with the
long, keen sword pointed in the direction
OF the maddened bull.
Half dozen more darts, poke from the
spears Of two picadors, and Andalusia's
son is bearing down like tornado upon
the motionless matador, standing like
fate to receive the onslaught There is
a rush, a cloud Of dust a light skip on
the part OF Rodriguez a CLEAN of steel, a
shock, and a quivering mass Of flesh, with
a sword blade through its heart, is all
chat Is left Of el toro brayado.
Rodriguez withdraws his blade and bows
low amid hurricane of gold silver, ci-
gars, bouquets and shouts Of approval.
The young girl Is in transports Of delight
and is constrained to turn and see how the
young Americana behind her takes the ex-
hihitiOn. She is astonished. He is stand
ing up, with his eyes fixed upon the smil-
ing countenance Of the matador, but with
out evincing any sign Of pleasure He
breathes hard as he gazes stonily upon the
sinewy bull fighter with the long rapier
Then his hands cleneh, his brows contract
aud there is n slight shake Of the head, as
he mutters Go himself through his set teeth:
"Sueh stroke MS that ended the life OF
my countryman."
The young man sat quietly while two
more bulls were dispatched without
seeing anything save Rodriguez and his
sword, which he was convinced had drunk
tile life blood Of the young American
stranger found dead in the plaza-and then
passed out ~ the building with the crowd
Now for Rodriguez" said Weston
Sharpleigh 70 himself, as he stroied To-
ward the white hotel, with is struggling
verandas and many windows, where he, as
well as The matador, was sojournng
AS he reached the house he saw Rodri-
quez on the veranda, showing his white
teeth beneath his dark mustache in graft.
fed smile, as he listened to the compli-
ments Of bystanders on his skill Weston
Sharpleigh joined the group and soon con.
trived to lead the conversation up to the
murder OF the young American.
1.-THE murderer was a good swordsman. 2
said Weston carelessly, without address
ing any one il particular, but keeping his
eyes fixed on the face Of Rodriguez
The face Of the matador flushed as il
some one had praised him, and he inter
iected. "Caramhal Twas well done Per
dition seizen
"Mhatg asked Weston sharply.
"Notpingr' returned Rodriguez. with
his customary But the stroke was
neatn
"And the victimyn
"Caambal Curse him. He meddled, and
he got what he deservedp
GLOW do You knowf"
Rodriguez shrugged his shoulders and
waved his right arm impatiently The &c
ton was singularly like that of a swords
man delivering q mortal thrust, and as the
sleeve Of his shirt, which was unfastened
at the cuff, slipped up and exposed the
sinewy arm, Weston Sharpeigh could
easily understand how light task il
would be for the matador TO transix either
a man or q bull at one blow. George G.
jerks in Pittsburg Bulletin.
Ne,Fsnaprr sensatton