Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1899-04-06

The gate swings open at last. ana
"El Largo" still leases the bull rs "El
Chatto" moves forward slowly, and
bows first to the President and then to
the public. In spite OF his magnificent
silver and violet costume, he looks
deathly ill-his face Is white and
drawn, and under his eyes great black
rings show, that extend almost half
way down his face.
But "El Chatto" Is game, II he is sick
perhaps the presence of his wife In
spires him with fresh courage, for he
unsheathes his bright, keen sword. mods
briefly to eel Largo" who gets out OF
the way, smiles once at Lolita, who is,
beneath her mantilla, far whittier than
he, then makes a tantallzing movement
at the bull.
After all. no one can fight bull as
does the Spanish matndor. At least,
during lei Chatto's" splendid work OF
the next seven minutes that is what the
people think. All of them are on their
feet shrieking. some breathless 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 is everybody else, for
that matter, Lolita Is watching every
motion. her heart beating In great
leaps, and so excited and wrought up
now that she has forgotten to feel
afraid. Bull and matador are just un-
derneath 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--now. then. Dlos help
a-h-hi
For all In a second 1t happens; the
matador, suddenly reeling after fancy
pass at the bull, has cast one agonized
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
matador.
But before the people have well seen
that, there is quick leap and fash;
a slight figure Is In the ring, her man
tilla is cast back. the pink rose has
fallen into the dust: her tiny. white
hands have caught up the sword. AS
the bull swings madly forward she
meets him.
He Is an enormous beast, and to be
ON line even with his shoulder she
has to rise on tiptoe. She does 1t. Her
face is white and calm as the brute
rushes at her. lowering his head. She
springs forward and upward: the
sword sinks out OF sight In the bleeding
shoulder-no fancy passes for her!
And the bull topples over on his knees,
the blood gushing out in torrents. He
is dying
The mantilla Is trampled into the
dust. the pink rose Is now a faded. red.
dened scrap, but the woman. her hands
blood-stained and her face white as
death, knows nothing about that On
her knees. sobbing like baby, from
overwrought passion and nervousness,
she is holding her husbands uncon.
scious head In her trembling arms.
As for the populace. they have passed
from horror-stricken silence and terror
into hysterical shouts, screams, ap-
pIause, and even tears.
Out comes purses and dollars. and
even jewels from the rich ladies pres
ent and massee of flowers. Amid
shouts of bravo" down It all pours
| into the ring. AS for the great banker
FranquIllo, who is so excited that he
can hardly move-down goes his foot
man with a message to la Espanola!
Not waiting to bow or to thank the
people, so overcome is she with hel
tremendous success, Dona Lolita files
| from the ring. 1t is all she can do to
trembIingly thank the bearer OF q
| check. from the Banker Franquillo, who
| has filed it out for $4,000. Bravoi
So that Dona Lolita's little plan work
| ed well after also well that five days
later she and her husband left fol
Spain, where, having added much mors
money to the bankers $4,000, theJ
have now retired and are great peo
pie.
And "El Chatto" says always that ht
owes his success to his esposa-whicf
is not understood, naturally. by tbs