The Dolores star., 1902-03-28

Andalucian with black hair and fash
.ng eyes, is the beauty OF the street.
Her husband. Jose. serves under the
orders of the first swordsman OF the
Plaza de Madrid. and this afternoon
here is a bull fight. Jose arrived yes
:erday from Malaga; he is an honest
.ellOw. modest and sympathetic. who
thinks a great deal OF his wife and of
he two pretty children who add such
nappines to his humble home II he
.ries very hard and undergoes many
aai dstips and takes many risks with
he bull. It Is in order to bring little
comfort and warmth to that nest of
owe that Just now in the winter is
Sery cold: perhaps 1t is because of
The fatigues that he endures that he is
known among his comrades by the
alias of "Senor Fatigas."
SoledaC went to the station very
.arly this morning and when, just
after daylight. / opened my window,
there appeared much rejoicing in the
house of the bull-fghter. She, seat
I'd by the balcony. was hastily patch
ing the red and yellow cloaks that
here and there showed black stains of
blood. hardly dry; the children were
playing with the ribbons of a 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
clothing in the next room: two turtle
doves in divided cage were wooing
zach other rassionately and crested
canary, constant companion OF the
Andnlucian, was pouring out its full
throated song.
Did they applaud you great
ieal?" asked Soledad of Jose.
"A great deal. child of my soul;
more than / deserved"
And you didn't have any accident?"
Nothing OF the sort. One of the
Dukes bulls desired to knock me
down when decorated him. but left
MIN with the desire, because didn't
Etay there"
"Ay, Pepe! What Joy 1t would be
II you would only go into some other
business"
There's no use talking about It;
I'm no, good for anything else and by
keeping on at the bull-ighting I will
be able to provide all the things that
We want 80 Inuch."
AS the street is so narrow, I lost
no detail OF the dialogue. Jose finish
ed his toilet and came out into the
parlor; he kissed his wife on the fore
head and repeatedly embraced his
children. Soledad gave her husband
a glance OF great love. and said in a
very sad voice:
Yesterday l was i'll again. hate
80 to have those attacks; it makes
me SO sad to think that"
Jose's face became clouded:
You shall call the doctor to-day,
Soledad. You occupy yourself too
much with thinking of me, dearest
one: but this cannot continue and
must be remedied at once. no matter
what 1t costs. After all, the year will
not go so badly with us; more than
sixty fights will be almost certain to
make ME matador.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
The street seems almost deserted;
the shops are closed. 1t is street
where workingmen live and-it is
Sunday. Jose has just finished dress
Ing; shirt, white as snow shows all
the beauties of embroidery and rufiiing
that the hands OF Soledad know how
to give It; the numerous folds OF the
crimson sash hide his graceful waist.
To-day Jose will wear a new costume,
green and silver. The younger child
has possessed herself Of his velvet cap
and, standing before the mirror, Is
putting 1t on and off. an action which
produces a strange effect on that lit
tie blonde head with its long silky
curls.
Soledad is impatient; the big clock.
the one ornament of the almost unfur-
nfshed room is about to strike four.