The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-03-06
THE LAST BArDERnLA.
BY oAsRIrLr oAnorrr.

BY oABAlELE. 0AnoTFI.
 fcesyrisAt lscs. by Daily Story Pub. Col
 Ny neighbct. sciedaa Jimenes. an An- daiucian with black hair and flashing ewes. is the beauty ot the street. Her husband. Jose, Servss under the orders ot the nrst swcrdsman of the Plssa de Madrid. and this atternoon thsrs is . ball hEht Jose arrived yesterday from Malaga; he is an honest fellow. modest and sympathetic. who thinks great deal Of his wife and of the two pretty chil- dren who add such happiness to his hum sis home: If he tries very hard and un. risks with the bull. 1t ts in order to bring little comfort and warmth to that nest of love that just now In the winter Is very cold; perhaps t is because of the among hle eomr adss by the alias of ''Se- nor Fatigas," The public does not yet pay much attention to him. but he will receive the praises of the newspapers and the people win applaud him fondiy when. after having planted pair of bande. r1llas in the neck of the bull. he snatches up the red cloak to helu the matador at the supreme moment
 this morning and when. just after. day hEht. opened my window there ap- psared much rejoicing In the house of the bull lighter. She. seated by the bal sesv ssns ~as na; ;h., @ patching the red snd blaok stains Of blood. hardly dry; the children were playing with the ribbons of a rosette; stretched on chair was the costume of blue silk with its trimming of black cord. 6ofedad was singing, and from time to time, said something to her husband. who vas changing his clothing In the next room; two turtle doves in q divided cage were wooing each other . 6ro tel n~A N.A stant compan.on % of sn the AndSIusian. SI Ssa %as pouring out Its fuli.throated song.
 Did they applaud you great deal?" asked Soledad of Jose.
 than [ dsserved.S i S"''' '' my 'o''' more And you didn't have any accidenty.'
 Nothing of the sort. One of the Dukes bulls desired to knock me down when desire, because I didn't stay there"
 "Ay. Pope! What joy 1t would be If you. you would only 90 into some other bug
 There's no use talking about 1t: I'm not good fo: anything else and by keep tng on 9t the bull-tiGhtinE l will be able to provide; all the things that We want "A, A: ths ,s s.res. s i. so marrow I lost no de. toilet and came out into the parlor: he kissed his wife on the forehead and re- peafedly embraced his children. Soiedad gave her husband slance of Rrost love. and said In very sad voice
 Yesterday I was i'll again. hate so to have those attacks: 1t makes me so sad to think that--'
 loses face became ciouded
 You shall cali the doctor today, Sole. dad. You occupy yourself too much with thinking of me. dearest one; but this can- not continue and must be remedied at once. no matter what it costs. After aIi this year will not % So badly. with us; tain |? make me a naatader.
 Three o'clock in the afternoon.
 The street seems almost deserted; the shops are closed. It Is street where workngmen live and--it is Sunday. Jose has just finished dressing; shirt, white as snow. shows III the beauties of em- er9idery and rufflins that the hands of merous folds of the crimson sash hide hls graceful waist, Today Jose will wear younger child has possessed herself of his TOT ia puttins 1t on and of. an action which produces q strange effect on that curla. "'
 soiedad is impatient; the bls clock. tho one ornament of the almost unfurnished room is about to strike four. sudde niy an unrepressed frown on her face, she comes com to the balcony: an open carriage. street with 'a great deal of ostentation, seated in It is one Of. the ccmpanions of "Fatigas" dassling the passers.by with his rich. sold-embroidsred cloak. and smoking nne cigar. Jose does not keep him waiting; He quickly takes leave of ing treat indifference, he goes down the stairs and gets Into the carriage. which drives away to get the other "Peon, and the matadof. I don't know why It Is. but Jose. once he is in the carriage. never looks back: only as they 20 around the corner. he turns his head to see the handkerchief which the grace
 Friday's story. "HussARs OF DEATH.