The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-12-05
FOR sCoRNlNG A WOMAN.
PENALTY PAID BY THE MATADOR
WITH HIS LIES BLOOD.
The beautiful victim of His AmntOry
Caprice Witnessed His Tragic
Fate in the Arena and Then Joined
Him in the Journey to the beyond
From the Argonaut.

From the Argonaut
Tomorrow the fiesta of san Pablo and
San Pedro is to be the occasion of a spec
tally fine bull fight, in the Bucarel Plaza
de Toros, for the benefit of the popular
matador. "El Joven de Barcelona"-other-
wise Jose de Garcia.
For considerably more than week. Jose
has been borrowing money from each and
every one of his friends-sueh of them as
have money, that is-for the surplus of
getting up a more than usually elaborate
costume. After much thought he had de-
cided on violet, gold and silver as being
best suited to his rather light complexion
and hair. Now the costume was spread out
before him and ready for use, save for a
few finishing touches. These Anita will
attend to for him, perhaps, If she happen
to be IN a good humor But Anita. as Jose
reflected with sigh, was somewhat dificil
she did nothing whatever without bride
or pay.
How different from Carmen-poor little
Carmencita! Now, had it so pleased him.
Carmen would have fattened her pretty
body in the mud for him to trampie on.
!
Bull fighters do not know remorse as a
usual thing, but Jose came very near feel
ing it, as he sat staring at his beautiful
costume and thinking of Carmen.
How badly he had treated her from the
first! Then she had been the sweet, shy
novia of his friend Enrique, the picador
Then they were fighting in one of the
Basque provinces, where there were many
pretty girls, of whom Carmen though very
shy and cold. was the prettiest of ALL
Jose's lips curled scornfully when he re-
membered how Enrique had loved her.
"Caramba-the fool, SO to love a woman!
l did well. yes, to give him the dagger"
Jose had 'given him the dagger one
beautiful fiesta night, after the corrida de
torOs, when the blood of both men was
heated and coursing quickly after many
copltas of the fiery red Basque wine. On
account of Carmen, of course. How ii
happened:
Fired by Garments indifference, perhaps
also by the fact that she was the sweet
heart of his friend lose had been making
love to her with all his might and MAN,
meeting in response indifference and dis
dain. So that, his fiery Basque blood full
ly up, Jose swore that she should love
him, and that he would take her away
from Enrique, even though he persisted
in the inferno for it. To p0y her OUT for
her GOODNESS to him, the foremost mata-
dor in Spain, he would make her love him
even rs women had done before now, and
Enrique would drop her. Then he too
would scorn and leave her. And serve her
right! That any woman should dare treat
him, Jose de Garcia, with indifference!
1t was not difficult to arouse Ennque's
suspicion. A few red roses, a crimson
pamela, a gold ring, first openly display
ed by Jose among his cantiIfh friends, and
loft
mouse, did the work. Poor Carmen never
knew.
She was working industriously day after
day. sewing and embroidering on what
she thought would be her bridal garments
For Enrique had asked her father, and
her father had said Eyes" And the mar
rage was to take place before the mata-
doris went away from Santa Maria de
Blscay. OF course, she knew that some
thing was wrong with Enrique; never Civ
ing Jose a thought beyond anger at his
impertinence, she could not understand
what was the matter But Latin women
are used to heat and cold-they accept
such things uncomplainingly, and all thew
can do is to steal away to some little
chapel and pray that the Virgin, who I'M
derstands the hearts of women, may make
all right again.
Late one evening when Carn,an v,as in
the chapel saying her rosario. ENRIQUE
stole TO her home and watched her stealth
lily from the rose thcket. He did not see
Carmen, though he knew she must be
there. But he did see Jose swagger down
the lane and wait outside Garments win
dow, with red roses in his hands. That
was enough! Then he went back to the
village and drank quietly, steadily, until
when, late at night, Jose came in, war
ping Spanish love song, with a red rose
on his breast, Enrique flung his wine into
lhe natadors face and screamed furious
| I osJ,-1,,
There were cries of rage. the crashing.
or glasses, as tables and chairs were
Knocked over; the flash of quick dagger.
and heaving painting groans as ENRIQUE
Leil dying under the feet of his boyhood' $
friend.
Jose had to flee from Santa Maria Sc
cretly, in the night And Carmen went
with him. With the cunning of the diable
himself, it had been represented to her bv
orlbed friends that the quarrel and fight
We're over another woman and that Jose
had been defending her own rights as the
betrothed of Enrique. After that. it was
plain sailing for Jose. Carmen went with
MIN to Madrid, and, as he was Just the
type of man to inspire wild unreasoning
unthnking love in woman Carmen 5
love for him grew day by day until she
came to feel nothing else-no other
thought entered her mind but Jose, Jose.
Those days in Madrid, before he had
ceased to care for herl Even now. Jose
could not remember them without a ting
ing of the blood. For no woman had ever
loved him as Carmen had. In so many. in
all ways she had proved 1.-THE time when
he was badly gOred in the san Sebastian
bull ring, and they thought he might die
He wondered now, with small thrill of
amused gratified vanity, if Carmen had
ever rested for one moment during the
weeks that he wound had so tried him In
the moments of the worst pain, she had
never stirred from his side: holding him
close, and soothing him with all the tender
love-words a Spanish mother lavishes on
her little one she had tried to help him
to bear ii and doubtless had suffered far
more than he. And when he was getting
better. how she managed to provide the
delicious food that she brought him every
day?-because he had saved no money
trust matador for that. She must have
pawned every garment and bit of jewelry
that she owned.