Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1899-07-17
CHISPA, THE TORERA.

Morals are as surely a resultant oi climate and location as the flora or fauna itself, and there is nothing more elastic. A single code may reach from the Atlantic to the Pacific, so what wonder if, at the end, it is some what attenuated.
 This may have been the reason a certain young Bostonian's rigid code could not stand the strain of Chispa' $ charms, and yet-quien sabe? Pietro had no code at all, and neither could he withstand the lovely torera.
 And Chispa herself, she loved her own sun-mocking eyes and wines-and- olives skin, and when the bull lay dead at her feet she received the salyos of applause that rained upon her with an almost childlike grace. much as the scarlet poppy receives the sun and showers from heaven as her own in alienable right and droops and dies without them.
 But Chispa, withal, was woman, so she loves some one else, too
 Oh, it is so sickening to read about it described in our Puritanical English adjectives, but go there yourself, get the smell of blood in your nostrils the blaze of color in your eyes, the shouts and shrieks of the people and the blare of the band in your ears, feel the waves of exultation surge over you until they overwhelm you and sweep along with them, and you suddenly find you are a cousin german to Tul- lia or Kriemhilde.
 The deep, bright blueness of the southern sky bends over it's favored children as if it would banish from them every shadow of seriousness or care, and must be gratifed by the gor- geous pageants they flash back in re- turn. The Plaza di Toros is undoubt- edly the most brilliant picture the all- beholding sun looks down upon in all his course. Being out of doors the ef- feet is somewhat tempered by the at- mosphere, and yet at the first glance the brain almost reels under the glare and glitter of color Tier upon tier of colors-strong. crude, primary hues at that-stretch away from sol to somber, purples and reds, blues, yellows and greens, that express, to the onlooker, something of the rudimentary nature of these people. The brilliant rebosas and gay serepas put Josephs coat of many colors to shame, sparkling eyes and dazzling complexions, embroider- ies, spangles, flowers, buntings and flags, everything, in short, that is gay and attractive combines to make the scene intoxicating till the whole noisy, reckless, gorgeous concourse reminds you of nothing so much as a rainbow, a sunset and a thunderstorm com bined.
 Two bulls had been killed already amid wild applause and wilder excite ment, but as the matador was a man the keen edge of enthusiasm was held in abeyanee till the lively Chispa should take the field Fresh sand was sprinkled on the arena, flowers, bon bons and coins were showered over the erstwhile gory scene, and the smell of blood was soon mitigated by the heavy scents of the fans that fut- tered through the air And fair and fitting was it all for the little torera, -he flowers, the music and the ap- Dlause as she stood serenely in the center of the ring. The wide sun eyes wandered along the low sr tiers until they met and clung so ong to the horror-stricken eyes of the New Englander there was only an in- 5tant left to catch a reassuring dart from the faithful Pietro before the
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