The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-04-25

used them for cushions when they did not procure the pillows for hire on eve ry hand. While the sun was high fans were gong, coats off and handkerchiefs mopping streaming brows The mo- ment the sun sank behind the lofty range of the Guadarrama mountains the twelve thousand arose as one man, took up coat or cloak, put 1t on, shiv- cred and fastened it around them. Well, the Madrilenos evidently knew their climate and we followed suit.
 I do not intend here to describe, a bull-fght:- At this llatea date in the worlds history such descriptions should be made penal offense. I shall merely mention a few incidents of the day, one of the most notable of (which was this: While there was a slight pause in the performance, and while the bull with lowered head. was facing the banderilleros, who had not yet succeeded in launching their barbs into his body, a slender black-c clad youth of about seventeen vaulted light ly over the barrier, deftly lodged two banredilleros in the bulls shoulders, and vaulted back again before the amazed bull-fighters could move a hand. But in a moment two alguazils, two civil guards, four soldiers and four chulos bounced upon the slender strip ling, and we saw him disappearing at a quick pace, marched off between this double line of gold-laced gentry. He was evidently bound for the, lookup. But the twelve thousand people stood up on their stone benches and yelled and whistled and roared. They threw up their caps. They demanded that the president of the bull-fght should pardon the youth. This was done. Senor Campillo relented, called back the criminal and his grim guardians, presented him with a cigar and bade him go in peace and sin no more. It was indeed a proud moment for this youth. Evidently some day he will be a bull-fghter and one of the great men of Spain.
 The only other incident which I con- sider worthy of mention is that one of the poor old horses who was brought in to serve as a helpless slaughter block for the bulls did not play his part well. When the attendant led him blindfolded up to the bull and turned him broadside on so that the bull could eviscerate him more easily, the old horse lashed out his heels so violently that he drove the bull away. When his rider dismounted and tried to make him be reasonable and get killed quiet ly, the old horse nearly killed him, too. So they led him away alive. "Brava, toro!''' the Spaniards often cry to good bull. 'Brava, caballo! Brave old horse!" shouted I, while the wondering Spaniards stared at me. If he had kicked the head off, a bull-fghter, or two, I would not have shed tear.
 Oh, by the way forgot to mention that six bulls were killed and four horses gored to death during the course of the bull-fight, and very disgusting spectacle it was. 7 is t
 The day after the bull-fight I looked over the papers with much interest to read the accounts. One in the Heraldo was headed "Scandalous happenings at the bull-ring." I nodded my head. "Ah," said I, evidently some Spanish newspapers are opposed to this dis graceful and cowarlly 'sport'-so- called Evidently Spaniards are not unanimous in their love of the bull ring" And settled myself down with snug smile and a fine puritanical glow to read the diatribe. l had seen the buil-fight-I had disapproved of it. and now was going to read all about it.
 I had not seen the, yellow dailies of my own favored land for long. time, I began to realize dimy that I was missing their sanctimonious-and mil mute accounts of prize-fights and crin. con. cases under the heading, ''Disgusting Details" and the like. Here in, this Spanish daily there was a chance for me to feel again the thrill