The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-03-26

FLUNG A sHAPELEss HEAP HALF ACROSS
ITS ARENA.
passed swiftly between the bull and his
helpless victim. The animal became
confused, and letting his attention be
diverted from his first object, he pur-
sued the flying meteor across the arena;
while he did so, two chulos rushed out
and catching up the senseless body of
the espada, bore him swiftly into q
place of safety.
A great gasp of relief went round the
plaza and then a hum of many voices
arose, discussing, questioning, exclaim-
ing. The aficionados rose in a body
and went behind the scenes to inquire
for the torero; an accident which would
be serious blow to these young gen.
tlemen, just at the beginning of the
season. An aficionado, may explain
Is the Spanish equivalent for turf or
racing man in England, only with the
difference that the bull, not the horse,
Is the animal which affords him sport.
"a girl has tainted in the Velasco's
palco," said one Of these young men to
another. "Who is she? 1t Is not good
form to show feeling of that sort about
q torero."
1T is Manuela Velascc, Don Christie
balls niece. She knows nothing Of our
usages, having been educated in Eng
land, where her father was secretary
to our embassy. They have no bull
fights there, you know"
"Por Dios! What country! I
always thought those English were
lying, when they boasted of their civil
i9ation. But tell me more of this niece
of Don Christobars, Paco. She is
lovely. What skin! What eyes!
What"
stop, my good fellow; don't fall
head over ears in love with her; she
has a novio already. They say she is
engaged to Ramon San Miguel. 1t is
not yet publicly announced, as there IS
a hitch somewhere, though what it is
no one can make out, for Ramon As
desperately in love with her."
"Fastidiosa! That Is always the way
with me. / am never soon enough in
the field. Is that San Miguel in the
back of the palco?"
"No, that is Fausto, Don Christie
balls son; he Is also in love with his
cousin and furiously jealous of Ramon.
You see, know all the family news,
as Gloria Velasco is my novia."
"Yes, yes, that Is an old story. But
Dona Manuela had better take care;
it will not do to try any English fiirt-
ing ways on our men here. They will
not stand il, and we shall have some
bloodletting if she plays fast and loose
with Spaniards. When does she re-
turn TO London"
'Never. Her parents are dead, and
she has come TO live with her uncle.
She has no other near relatives. 1 be,
lieve there was brother, but he is
dead"
While this conversation was going
on, the girl in the Velasco's palco, or
box, had recovered herself, and, turn
ing from her aunt, who was Offering
salts and eau de Cologne, she said to
Fausto Velasco: go, 1 entreat. Ask
how he is. He may be dead. Ahl
how fearful"
And she hid her face In her hands.
Fausto was watching her intently.
He was slight young man, rather
below the middle height, and dark even
for Spaniard; there was n stealthy,
cat-like grace in his movements and "A
curious yeiled glance in his black eyes.
unplensantly suggestive of tiger
waiting a convenient moment 10 make
his spring. He laughed scornfully as
Manuela spoke.
"Deadl Not hei These fellows are
made of gutta percha. Besides, IL he
were. what Is IL 90 you?"
Manuela turned from deadly pale 90
crimson.
"You forget am not used TO your
cruel sports" she gnsped.
Gloria. who had been half-listening,
now turned.
Don't tease, Fausto. Co and ask
/ want Co know land so do you)
whether any Of Guapito's bones are
brokep. IIe N not Killed be surv but