The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1898-06-23
A SPANISH GENTLEMAN.
The Revolving Picture Painted by a
Spanish Novelist

Spanish Novelist
The realistic Spanish novelist
Valdes, in one of his most popular
stories C'Sister San Suplice,'' translated
by Nathan Haskell Dole) gives a de-
scription of retired Spanish generals
afternoon out which will illuminate
many chivalric incidents of the present
moment. The scene is a sort of picnic
grounds in the outskirts Of Seville:
Meantime the animation had been
on the increase among the suffians.
The period of unmannerly action had
come. One of them climbed upon the
table to make q speech, and the others
by way of applause, threw sherry and
Manzanilla in his face. Another was
trying to lift with his teeth comnan-
ion whom drunkenness had stretched
out on the floor; he did not succeed; he
merely tore his sack coat. Still others
We're committing absurd and extrava-
CANT actions, making great noise and
uproar
THE count remained grave and ST.
lent, drinking one glass of sherry after
another But his eyes were no longer
as usual incomprehensble and I'M
fashionable, like those of man tired OF
life. Though he did not speak or move
about, he seemed a different man.
1.-THE Englishman had taken off his
jacket and waistcoat, and, rolling up
his shirt-sleeves, was exhibiting his BIZ
cops, which were really powerful, and
trying to break empty bottles on his
arm. Once blood had come, but he
went on breaking the bottles without
paying any attention to it. Then he
asked the waiter to bring a bottle of
rum and large glass He filled this
to the brim with the liquor, and then
slowly without moving muscle or
even winking, he drained it to the bot
tom. Then he sat down at the table
opposite the count and said solemnly:
You can't do. that
"a flash of fury cleaned through the
hare Drained nobleman's eyes; but he
succeeded in restraining himself, and
turning the rest of the bottle into the
glass, he calmly ordered the waiter to
bring him some pepper; he threw in a
pinch of it, then threw into it his cigar
ashes heaped up before him, and, with
out saying a. word, with the same
scornful, contemptuous smile, drained
the glass, and, not content with that,
bit it in pieces. We saw his lips spot
ted with blood. The company received
with oles! and shouts of triumph this
proof of an unconquerable stomach in
which it seemed as though the national
honor were conquered.
1t. LII To-. III I, Z.
must have reached the same happy
grade of temperature, for nothing was
heard but extravagant shouts, the
crashing of glasses, coarse laughter and
swearing.
The count was not yet satisfied with
his victory over the Englishman.
While he was swallowing with appa-
rent calmness the glasses of liquor
which were offered to him, he did not
cease to devour him with his eyes, car
ried away by dull madness, which
soon broke out. His eyes, which were
the only part of his impassive face
that moved, CLEANED more and more fe-
rociously like those of a mailman when
a ait-jacket has been put on him.
The Englishman continued to boast of
his strength; he was now thoroughly
Intoxicated and talking impudently
enough to the others, who We're not so
drunk
so you are very valiant, are your
asked the count, still smiling disdain-
fully.
" More than your retorted the Eng
lishman.
Don Jenaro started to spring at
him, but the others restrained him.
Soon calming himself, he said:
eff you are so brave, why not put
your hand on the table?'
What for?'
"'To pin it down with NINE
1.-THE Englishman, without an in
stant's hesitation, stretched out his
huge, brawny hand. The count took
out of his pocket a damaskeened dag
ger and laid his delicate, gentlemanly
hand on the Englishman's; and with
out hesitation, and with ferocious
grip, he raised the point with the other
and drove it through both into the ia
BILE
1.-The women uttered a cry of terror.
All of us men ran to their assistance.
A few left the place in search of help.
In an instant our booth was filled with
blood. From the wounds great drops
of blood streamed, staining the hand
kerchiefs which we applied to them.
"a doctor who happened to be among
the by-standers dressed the wounds
professionally with the few means at his
disposal The count smiled while they
We're dressing his hand. The English
man was as sick as a horse and vom-
iting. Soon the count was doing the
same, and both were taken to such
rooms as the establishment had to Of
fer and went to bed; every one left,
commenting on the barbarism of the
dons."-Boston Transcript.