The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-03-04
"EI Chatto. "

/
Ell Chatto" (meaning ''the snub noseO
had just finished taking his morning cho-
colate and pan dulce." assisted by his
pretty wife, Dora Lolita, who also had
been a member of the noble army of
bull-fghters-in fact. first female espada
IN the big ring at Seville-5ut this was
a secret.
a career that might possibly have been
| glorious had been cut short by the SELF
ishness Of "H Chatto," who had loved
her, married her. and taken her away
from the old world 10 the new-the rich
country of Mexico-where bull-hghter
was Prince.
Successful, feted, and honored in Cuba
and afterward in Mexico. "El Chatto's'
prosperity had not lasted long. for soon
had come the edict that bull fighting in
Mexico must stop.
This morning. the day before the bull
fight honoring the fiesta of San Marcos.
| investigation revealed one big piece and
| fourteen copper centavos. Not enough
to pay coach hire event
Here was pretty mess; no wonder that
"El Chatto" leisurely and calmly spoke
every naughty and lurid word that came
to his mind during the next half-hour.
At last. out of breath, Eel Chatto"
| paused and gIared about him, as though
| in search Of some one to fight. Donna
Lolita smiled at him sweetly, removing
the cigaret from her pretty lips as she
murmured: Have you finished, little
Snub Nose?"
A shrug of the shoulders was her hus-
bands reply
Then, listen, o most worthless hus-
/ band for have plan-a plan most mag
| nifcent5 thereby we will make fortune
sufficient silver peso, one 50-cent piece,
| one Decent
/ ssrrbiS a. t.
a ring of smoke into her husbands face:
the impresario pay you little-very little
only hundred silver dollars-is it not
SOP"
Isl, that is all-the pigs" growled the
| torero; ''and after this there will be no
| fight until holy week--no more money"
| "Pues, then we viii make more out
Of them-much more. Listen, marido MIC;
| this is the plan:
The gloom clears away from the house
| Of the matador; there continues rejoicing
all that day. eel Chatto'' and his pretty
wife have most joyous comeda, and af-
forwards lay their heads together on the
subject of the morrow's fight and a spe-
cial Spanish costume that Lolita is TO
wear-one of old Sevilla-all rose pink and
Spanish mantilla, with pink rose in her
blue hair, this latter being another Of the
mysteries.
But why is she wearing it tomorrow?
Unless, indeed, it is because fully
fifteen enormously rich Spanish families
have taken boxes and will be there? Per-
haps that is it! Lolita wishes to be patri-
otic-that is what is the matter!
She purposely took a seat just behind
the first barrier Of the bull ring-not seven
feet above the ground where her husband
will kill his bull-"so that she can see him
better" as she lisps to an admiring Mex
lean fighter who wishes her to go into
one of the boxes.
In her Sevillian costume, the silk man
tilla exposing just enough of her Span
ish eyes and dimpled chin to make people
want to see more, Dona Lolita is by far
the most admired woman in the plaza,
distracting attention even from the beau
tiful banderilla work that Gel Largo sis
going through with in the ring.
Many a rich Spanish lady up there in
the boxes envies the loyalty that has in
duced the wearing of a passe dress, and
many a Spaniard feels his heart grow
warm and his eyes moist as, forgetting the
little figure before his eyes, he can see
another one of the old days in the old
country almost identical.
And seated alone in his box the prince
of bankers, old Frallquillo drops his glass
and signs; perhaps if a girl like that one
yonder had lived, instead of passing away
from him during the first poverty-strick-
en- month Of their married life there IN
Barcelona, he would not now be a lone
triste man, without home, chick or child
only the money.
She is trembling from her dainty head
down to her tiny, silk-bowed Spanish slip
pers ell the time that Gel Largo is tor
turing the furious, paving bull with his |
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tightly together, as, finally firing of the |
banderilla wOrk-which, in fact, has been |
somewhat long drawn out, ION account |
of the matador. Ell Chatto's' sudden |
sickness and faintness"-the public Of the |
sunny side begin TO clamor for ''El mata- |
dor! Mate ell toro! Que venga ell mata-
dor!'
The gate was open at last, and eel |
Largo still leases the bull as "El Chat /
to" moves forward slowly. and bows first |
to the President and then to the public. |
In spite OF his magnificent silver and vio-
let costume. he looks deathly iil-his face /
is white and drawn, and under his eyes
great black rings show, that extend al
most halfway down his face.
But 'El Chatto" is game, II he is sick /
perhaps the presence of his wife inspires
him with fresh courage. for he unsheathes
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Ell Largo" who gets out of the way.
smiles once at Lolita, who is beneath her
mantiila, far whittier than he, then makes
a tantalizing movement at the bull.
After all, no one can fight a bull as
does the Spanish matador. At least. dur
ing "El Chatto's' splendid work Of the
next seven minutes that is what the peo-
pie think. All of them are on their feet |
shrieking. some brethless with delight,
Silver dollars and hats and flowers rain
down into the ring, but "El Chatto" has
no time to bow his thanks; he IS too
busy.
On her feet, as everybody else for that
matter, Lolita is watching every motion.
her heart beating in great leaps. ard 81
excited and wrought UP now that she has
forgotten to feel afraid. Bull and matador
are just underneath her. and twice her
husband has glanced at her Significantly:
she is watching with her heart IN her
eyes.
one pass Of the sword backward over
the shoulder-nov, then, Dios help
a-h-h,
For all in second # happens; the mat
ador, suddenly Keeling after a fancy pass
at the bull has cast one agCnized look
up at his wife and fallen prone on the
ground The bull does not see, for the
furious impetus OF his last charge has
taken him several feet beyond the maca-
dor
But before thepeopIe have well seen
that. there IS a quick leap and z fash
a slight figure IS IN the ring, her ul5n-
lila is cast back. the pink rose has fallen
into the dust; her tiny. white hands have Z
caught up the sword A the bull swings