Evening star., 1902-08-16

lanehe which they brought down upon
In Seville in 50 I saw Espartero and
Guerrero kill their bulls in the plaza there.
1t was a great day. Espartero was The
son OF mat maker. an unknown young
man who had suddenly appeared as a mat
ador without having gone through the
long training which the bull fighter usual
| ly takes to become skilled in his r,rofas-
sion. He had killed his bulls and killed
| them well. and the Seville people. delighted
with their prodigy, sent him to Madrid
| But when the Madrid people saw him XII
his bulls they hooted and hov-led and hiss
ed him and sent him back to Seville with
the message that they wanted to see MAJ
adores who could kill bulls without being
| killed themselves
| 1t was on his return to Seville that I
saw MIN and Guerrero perform together.
| guerrero was young fellow. too. dis
| clple OF Largartijo. When Espartero killed
| ms bull circle could have been drawn
| around his feet and he never got out OF 1t:
| me spectators fairly went wild, and ono
| OF ms bulls was placed on a mat significant
| OF Espartero's origin. and thus drawn out
| OF the ring by the gaily decorated. bell
ungiing mules. But the indirect prophecy
| Oh the Madrid critics was fulfilled. Espar-
| tero, after being gored on several occasions
| went back to Madrid and was Killed
| Every plaza has its chapel with it's priest
| IN attendance, where the bull fighter may
| confess and be absolved before going into
| the ring. IL he so chooses. and il is not in
| frequent that his betrothed retires to this
| chapel and prays for his safety while in
|
| the past winter in Mexico IL was said that
| his wife, who was with him, always re-
manned at the hotel and prayed while he
was in the bull ring.
Largest in the World.
At Valencia, then the largest plaza in the
world--I believe they have built a larger
one since-I was shown the chapel the hos
pital and other rooms for the convenience
| of the bull fighters. They were hand
|
chapel with its altar. saints and flowers,
and the hospital with its beds, surgical
| chest and drugs
| When Dominguillo was killed at Rarce-
Iona he was standing near the matador,
who was preparing to kill the bull when
| the bull. taking his eyes off Of the red
| muieta, made a sudden lunge sideways,
| charging at Domingilo and running his
| horn through his breast. lifted him up be-
| fore the horror-stricken spectators. carried
MIN across the ring and flung him down
| mangled and bleeding. While his COM
| rades took the bull to the far side OF the
| ring the gates opened and the priest en-
| tered with the holy sacrament, attended by
| his acolytes, swinging their censers with
| burning incense. The priest knelt and ad-
| ministered the last sacrament to the diving
| man, and then his comrades knelt one by
| one and kissed him. 1t was all over
| Since Guerrero, to the great disa ppoint-
| ment of his countrymen, cut off his pig
| tail two years ago, the great bull fighters
today are Mazzantini and Fuentes. All
| bull fighters let little sprig of hair grow
| at the back of their head, which they call
| the coleta. and we call a pigtan. To this
| when in costume, they tie a big black ros-
ette, which looks like a wooden pin cush-
| ion. When he cuts off his coleta. or pig
| tall it means that he is going out Of busi-
| ness. He will never fight the bull any
| more. or course he has money enough
| and don't need to fight him.
| While at Mexico l made the acquaintance
| OF both Mazzantini and Fuentes. Mazzan-
tint is polished man, speaking three Ian
| guages fuently. He is an Italian by birth,
| born in a frontier town. He learned to be-
| come an expert telegraph operator in his
| youth and went to Spain.
She Told It Her Way.
At little banquet given him by two OF
| his friends and admirers in Mexico to
which 1 was invited. one of the guests. a
| Boston lady, who had witnessed a bull fight
for the first time, being asked by Mazzan-
TIM if she enjoyed the spectacle, replied:
Il am going to tell you the truth. Mr.
| Mazzantini; frankly. / think it a most cruel
and barbarous performance. Why Il was
| Just awful. 1 frightened nearly to
death, not that I cared about you.' and
she gave him wicked look but the poor
horses-it was perfectly awful
! Il agree with you, madam" replied Maz-
zanuni, in most suaye manner, 1T is
certainly barbarous performance. but we
are all more or less barbarans. In some
| countries they shoot pigeons just for sport
What is more cruel than deprlving those
| poor innocent doves of their lives in that
cruel manner Then the nations get up in
| battle array, and send their armies forth
| to fight each other. What is the profess
| sional soldier but man trained to saugh-
ter somebody at some time anOther2r
I Yes, but think of the poor horses at
your bull fight" interposed the lady.
| Yes, / know, il is repugnant. But We
| take the lives of others that we NAV live.
| The beef you eat is but a slaughtered life.
! My profession requires that l meet the bull
in the arena and slaughter him that / may
I'VE. II is part of the bulls play to
| slaughter the horses"
! That reminds me- he added pensively.
| Il am going to tell you a little story.
Some years ago down In Andalusia I owned
| beautiful Andalusian horse. / thought
| a great deal of that horse. He was a
| superb animal and when | rode him he
stepped out though he knew how beau
/ tiful he was, and people stopped in the
| streets to admire him.
With time the horse grew old and passed
| out of my hands. I don't know what he
came Of him, but a few years ago | was
1 at San Sebastian. / had to Kill the bulls
| and there was great crowd of people. [
| didn't know that anything was wrong. but
when the picadores came into the plaza /
recognized my old horse. They had brought
/ him, poor old fellow, worn and played out
/ for the bull to kill. / wondered if he recog-
niZed me when | stepped up and Dartrd HIS
| neck and ordered the men to take him OUT
| That my horsei He had been my
| friend and companion. Would I see him
| hliIeu. NO, tlOt LOT all the DullS IN SPAIN
BE Cared Not
Then he lowered his voice as he added:
They took him out. / don't know what
they did with him. but looking around at
the company. what do 1 care If they kill
all the horses in Mexico? / don't know
them; they are nothing to me-"
When our little banquet was over MAJ
| zantini brought from his room a magnifci-
cent silk cape of a lilac color, embroid-
| cred with gold and emeralds and made it
a present to the lady from Boston, who
had pronounced so emphatically against
bull fights The cape was said to be worth
$500. but the lady's husband would not al
low her to accept it.
The next bull fight the lady attended
and before left Mexico she acknowledged
having attended them all, and she said she
was great admirer of both Mazzantfni
and his bull fights.
A Pair.
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