Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1898-05-13
again with loud below, and finging

again with a loud below, and f1inging
out clouds of earth in his fury.
The bull must know what the sharp,
cleaning blade is for, because he be-
gins to charge sideways-never with
full head and shoulders on, so that the
matador can get the vital point. So
charge after charge is made by the
bull, and skillfully avoided by the "Di-
ablo," who is getting somewhat piqued
and altogether mad Never before in
his life has he fought with the superb
skill that he now displays-Carramb
this "toro' requires skill. The audi
ence is wild with enthusiasm-from
loud roars of applause, and showers of
purses and hats and flowers into the
ring, they have passed into absolute
silence, all on their feet, watching with
breathless delight the magnificent dis
play of brute force against mans skill,
OF Spanish bull fighter against Spanish
bull. In truth, it is magnificent
The bull is beginning to pant and
tremble even more as he plunges at
the matador. 1t is time to kill be-
cause if not more play will exhaust the
beast, and the killing will be less eff
fective. So now for the death thrust
lei Diablo" places himself ready and
lifts the sword, just as the bull recov-
ers from a rush forward and turns
again to attack. On tiptoe, with sword
raised, the matador is ready. At that
moment, like lightning flash, comes
the thought Of the matador who had
hot
thrust, the most effective and graceful
"kill'' there is known Poor Joaquini
The faintest glimmer of remorse touch
es the man who killed him-but before
he has time to think the bull is close
upon him, quivering with rage, and all
blood covered.
Quickly the matador leaps forward,
his arm raised high, and the glittering
point Of his blade on an exact line with
the vital point of the neck-he half
closes his eyes to see better-yes, that
will just do it, 1t will be a pretty
strokei
Even as he smiles triumphantly with !
the thought, a voice is raised high |
above all noise of the ring-a voice |
that makes the matador CULVER from
head to feet, just as the bull, almost
upon him, does-a voice, heavy with
hate, and sweet with the southern ac-
cent of Spain:
Dog Of a murderer! Remember Joa-
quinI'
Paralyzed, unable to move, the mata-
dor stands helpless; before the people
up above can even see that something
is wrong, there is a sickening crunch,
a horrible cry that no one present can
ever forget, and the bull, at last tri-
lmphant, is trampling and tearing a
still, bloody mass of violet and silver
and gold, that is now trickling all over
With Blood men and women are ours
ng and fainting and weeping but to
10 avail; for the matador "Diablo" has
net his death thrust; he has gone now
% settle his accounts with the Judge
wen of bull fighters, for the man he
lad murdered!
No one can locate the owner of the
-oice that had cried out, in the stir and
excitement and terror she is forgotten.
And while they are all screaming and
ursing and jostling, and the bull is
till tearing and paving at the some
hing that had been eel Diablo,"
cry dark and still beautiful woman
yer in the SOL" half hidden by
ig pillar, looks down into the ring
18th triumphant smile on her face,
nd hate and satisfied revenge in her ,
panish eyes. 1t is Dolores Cairo
Egypt Sphinx.