The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-12-05

good Tor the ngntlng, ana wish MN Ouen
suerte. They are ali gong they promise,
and if he kills FL Diaolo-the big Andalu-
sian bull provided especially for Jose. who
hates the Mexican animals-in a fitting
and approved manner they will tender
Jose a banquet, pero magnifico, that
night.
The enormous Plaza de Toros is packed,
both sol and sombra, when Jose, in all his
warpaint strolls languidly through the
private entrance, just as the trumpets
nave blown for the dragging out of the
first bull, rather bunglingly killed by FL
Muchacho. The latter is not a favorte,
and the great packed ring boots and jeers
at him, with many scornful remarks as to
his appearance, looks, manners and so on,
with derisive tinkling of cow bells. Poor
Muchacho!
The band is playing an exquisite Span
ish DANA, seeking to allay thereby the
Impotence of the people, who are shout
ing and stamping and calling for 'El Jo-
ven! Ell Matadorv' Jose likes to keep
them waiting-it makes them apprecia te
MIN all the more when he does arrive.
Now, while they are stamping and shout
ing and calling eagerly for him he is calm
ly smoking a big black cigar, surrounded
by an admiring crowd of picadores, ca
peadOres and the like. And not until that
same cigar is smoked down to a stub does
he regretfully throw it away and move
toward the maiador's entrance to the
ring.
Another loud bare of the trumpets, re-
newed hand clippings, and the band be-
gins the Diana amid loud applause
from the great, eXpectant crowd as Jose
appears, his face flushed with pride and
delight at his reception. Flinging down
his three-cornered hat and laying his
hands upon his breast, he bows low all
around to the cheering throng. Then one
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derillas, and he takes his position at one
side of the ring, waiting for the Spanish
bull that he is to handle alone, both with
banderillas and sword.
Then, with a crash, the great gates are
hung open and the ring men, capeadores,
banderilleros and all, tumble hastily back
over the barriers as, with wild roar that
seems to shake the EARTH the huge, mad
black beast plunges out of the darkness Of
his pen into the big, sun-scorched ring.
His great hoofs tear up the ground as he
RACES on, his red eyes glare about him,
and his furious believing sounds over
even the music of the band. Jose watches
the brute as he tears around and around
the ring, and smiles wickedly. The mad
ness, fascination, of the fight is on him;
his blood races in quick spurts through
his veins; with tiger grip on the bander-
Has he moves nearer the center of the
ring.
Now the bull catches sight of him. With
a loud roar, shaking and lowering his
great head he plunges at the matador,
horns down. 1t looks a near thing, one
can almost see the great, curving horns
pass through and through the motionless
man; but, by a hairs breadth, they sweep
by Another wicked below from the bull
as he stamps and paws and RACES, and
Jose is at a safe distance smiling tri-
umphantly as the crowd bursts into wild
L. IL IL
For the gay red-and-ye yellow barbed in
struments stand out with almost mathe-
NAUTICAL precision from the huge black
bull of the toro. A fine stroke, indeed!
Three times are the bandileras put in,
and the bull is in passion of wild fury,
rage and agony combined Blinded by the
dust and the blood that is pouring down
from his torn. quivering neck and Shout
ders, believing with pain, painting, paw
ing and tearing at the ground, he is new
ertheless foiled at his every attempt to get
at his tormentor, who is mocking and tor
turing him with tapping red cloths ana
derisive jeering motions
But enough of the bandilleras-now for
the sword work. With a smiling nod, the
matador accepts the sword that is hastily
handed to him from behind a barrier, and
sheathing it in his satin cloak, leaps back
ward to avoid the rush of the bull as he
comes madly on, head down, evidently
realizing what the sword is for.
Charge after charge is made and avoid
ed by the matador, who has never in all
his bad life fought with the superb skill
and beauty of now. The audience is en-
chanted. From hoarse, hysterical screams
of joy and applause, accompanied by
showers of dollars and purses and flowers
from the beautiful women in the boxes,
the throng has now passed into absolute
silence, GREATNESS, watching every move
ment, paralyzed with delight at the mag
nificent struggle below between we'll
matched Spanish matador and Spanish
bull.
But at last the matador sees that the
bull is exhausted; he must kill-the play
can not last longer. With a quick move
ment to one side he poises himself on tip
toe to give the death cut in his own ne
cullar manner-the cut that has made him
famous AS he lifts the cleaning blade
like a flash there comes to him the
thought of the old Spanish corral in Bar
celona where he had learned and practic-
ed that stroke, with Enrique and other
Spanish muchachos applauding from the
walls, even as this Mexican and peon as
sembly are applauding now. Poor Fnri-
que! A supersutious feeling of remorse
mad hardly time to pass over his murder
er before the bull is plunging on in an
other mad rush, quivering with rage, eyes
and head covered with blood, and finging
out great flecks of foam as he charges
The matador leaps forward and poises
the sword on a straight line with the
heaving, torn neck of the bull; he sees
with delight that it will just touch the
vital point, and smiles, thinking that it
will be the cleanest cut he has ever given
in the ring-the bull will die in two sec
onds-
In that very moment in less than the
tWlnkling of an eye, there comes thrilling
to him, freezing the smile on his lips and
making him shake and culver with fear.
even as does the great animal now almost
upon him. the sound of a voice. high
pitched revengeful, sweet with the south
ern Basque accent:
Sin verguenZa! Ladron"
Paralyzed with fear and superstition. AL
most looking for the murdered Enrioue to
appear, the matador stands motionless. nm
able to move or defend himself Before
the people can realize that something is
wrong the bull, with triumphant below
ing, is grinding and trampling under him
a limp, REDEEMED mass of violet and gleam
ing gold and silver Men and women and
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