The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-04-14


Andalucian with black hair and fash
ing eyes, is the beauty Of the street
Her husband. Jose, serves under the
orders of the first swordsnan OF the
Plaza de Madrid. and this afternoon
there is a bull fight. Jose arrived yes
terday from Malaga; he Is an honest
fellow, modest and sympathetic, who
thinks a great deal of his wife and OF |
the two pretty children who add such |
happines to Lis humble home. IL ne
tries very hard and undergoes many
hal dskips and takes many risks WIN
the bull. it is in order to bring Mite
comfort and warmth to that nest Oh
love that just now in the winter 40
very cold. perhaps it is because OF
the fatigues that he endures trI1 ne ID
| known among his comrades by the
alias OF "Senor Fatigas.'
SoledaG went to the station very
early this morning and when, just
after daylight l opened my winoo"'
there appeared much rejoicing In the
/ ouse of THO bull-fghter. She, seat
ed ~ IT, balcony. was hastily ps.cS-
ing the> ed and yellow cleass chat
here and there showed slack stains OF
blood. hardly dry; the children were
playing with the ribbons Of rosette;
stretched on a chair was the costume
of blue silk with it's trimming OF
black cord. Soledad was singing. and
| from time to time said something to-
her husband, who was changing his
clothinf; in the next room; two turtle
doves in divided cage were Woolng
each other passionately and crested
! canary. constant companion OF the
Andalucian, was pouring out its full
throated song.
Did they applaud you great
deal?" asked Soledad Of Jose.
"A great DEAL child OF my soul;
more than I deserved"
And you didn't have any accident!
Nothing of the sort. One OF the
Dukes bulls desired to knock me
down when 1 decorated him, but left
him with the desire. because 1 didn't
stay there"
"Ay. Pepe! What joy it would be
} If you would only go into some other
business
There's no use talking about it;
Tn no. good for anything else ana by
. keeping on at the bull-fghting viii
be able to provide all the Things lila
we want SO much.
AS the street is SO narrow. 1 los
no detail OF the dialogue. Jose finish
8 ed his toilet and came out into thu
, parlor; he kissed his wife on the fore
l head and repeatedly embraced hi
children Soledad gave her HUSBAND
5 a glance of great love, and said In
very sad voice:
S Yesterday 1 was i'll again. hat
t so to have those attacks; it make
e me so sad to think that
Il Jose's face became clouded:
: You shall call the doctor to-day
y Soledad You occupy yourself to-
a much with thinking of me. deares
! one; but this cannot continue an
j. must be remedied at once. no matte
what it costs. After all, the year wi
y not go so oadly with us; more tina
Is sixty fights will be almost certain
Is make me a matador.
1t Three o'clock in the afternoon.
s. The street seems almost deserted
j. I the shops are closed. 1t Is sire
le where workingmen live and-it
I'd Sunday. Jose has just finished dres
ing; a shirt, white as snow shows a
the beauties OF embroidery and Fiffilr
that the hands of Soledad know no
&c to give it; the numerous folds OF II
crimson sash hide his graceful walls
l. To-day Jose will wear new costum
green and silver. me younger CHI
no has possessed herself Of his velvet C;
e- and, standing before the mirror,
ar putting it on and Off an action Whi'
Ell produces a strange effect on that II
tie blonde head with its long sill
tn | curls.
he Soledad is impatient; the big cloc
VS., the one ornament of the almost unfu
,f- uished room, is about to strike fol
!, c,ddan1y on unreDressed frown on
de face. she comes to the balcony;
o0 omen carriage, drawn at full trot e
"a tiers the narrow street with gre
NJ deal of ostentation, escorted by
es number of ragged urchins. Seat
DIV In it is one of the companions
o. -Fatigas," dazz ing the pas:e! Shy w
nc his rich, gold-embroidered cloak. a
be smoking a fine cigar. Jose does