The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1898-06-15

ain, blinded by Wratn, looking InueOus'
bloody. But the eye OF the
asst, breathless, excited multitude are on
lin and six thousand pretty hands OF the
will applaud him.
The bull, head down, swift as an arrow,
olunges at him, the spada jumps aside
straight up in the air heels together, and
is rewarded by thunderous applause.
The audacious torero advances again,
taunts the bull with his muleta (red tag)
which he flaps around his head and be-
tween his horns, lets it fall and picks 1t
up while the monster is charging on him,
attacks the quadruped ten times and each
instance escapes certain death by quick
jump aside.
The supreme moment has arrived, the
audience yells, Que 10 mate! Que 10
mate! (Kill HIND
The espada stops, assumes tragic
pose, shakes his flag, holds his sword
horizontally; stiffness of death reigns,
the people appear as SO many stones; the
bull rushes; we see the silver flash OF a
sword, the poor thing staggers, falls on
his knees, belching blood, and from every
throat comes an internal unearthly yell,
taunts the bul with his muleta (red ttag)
of Bueno! Viva! The tumult is indie
scribable; all are standing up gestlculat-
ing wildly, cries are universal, it is mo-
mentary insanity; the ladies wave their
handkerchiefs, clap their hands; the band
strikes up; the scene is past painting,
The spada is again hero!
The spectators throw him cigars, hats,
canes, purses, opera-glasses, anything
thev have in their hands. Preparations
for the next slaughter are begun; moth
ing stops the sport" not even the death
of torero.
In this corrida we saw six bulls and
twentv-one horses killed in the space OF
two hours and half.
Rennyson was amused, frightened, dis
eusted Near us were children with their
mothers who laughed applauded, and
screamed with delight. Such sights
would fill an American lady with su-
preme disgust, but drew the plaudlts
from the grand Spanish ladies who
graced the occasion.
Who can analyse the matter psycholo-
gically? You are Mortified beyond meas
ure with the atrocious brutality of killing
the horses; you are astonished and de-
lighted with the beauty Of the display
and the wondrous agility, the charming
fearlessness of the performers; you fee
as if you would faint when seeing the
blood of the disembowelled horses; yot
yell and applaud the marvellous courage
the matchless dexterity of the spada, who
faces and dominates an enraged anima
who kills lion, leopard, or a whit
bear.
Like poets toreros must be born no
made, if you will pardon such dusty plat
itude. The primas spadas are the nerve
of the nation. They are better paid tha
their Secretary of the Treasury, NOR
popular with the people than their Pre-
) mier, or their greatest orator; they ar
) idolized by the ladies, bowed to by tn
/ society leaders; frequent the most Selet
) circles, are received at Court; they hav
, their carriage and splendid horses; the
t photographs, oil paintings and statue
! are displayed everywhere in the shop
} placedon fans, figures on handkerchief
l They are the true heroes of Spain.
4 Explain it for me if YOU can, for to n
e mind the enigma is complete.
a I asked my friend Rennyson what /
thought about it: Don't let's talk abo
e it, for I am disgusted, wearied out ar
e feeling as if I wanted to sleep for abo
h two weeks" Such was the expression
: feeling on his part. :
), We made an excursion to the Escuri
r that eighth wonder, after the pyram
:, the greatest pile of marble in the worl
a out to near the Guadarrama mountain
l. through the arid, desolate country, de
+ titute of trees, house or water, which ST
y rounds Madrid.
" 1t is Leviathan of architecture viii
is has exhausted descriptions in unto
at books and is supposed to contain inval
d able, unexplored treasures in Aral
manuscripts AS everybody knows
Iy was built by Phillip II. who at the sic
lie of st. Quentin, obliged to DESTROY
lie church called St. Lawrence. vowed
Is build one much larger and finer.
S, kept his word better than kings usia
lie do. The Fscurial is built in the TO
VS. of grid-iron, on which legend saws.
it good saint was martyred. I have be
it in the tunnel Cit in the glacier at CIR
as delwald and it is cosy and warm tn
er, compared with the sepulchral, hyp
I'd borean, pleurisy and catarrh-laden ali
d, the Pantheon in the Escurial, The XII
wv o. Spain are buried there,-that is to S
II those who left heirs Alfonso XII
now buried there; his son the ores
lis king having been born five months a