Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-02-03

to daze and bewider him with their Haunting rags.
With four horses dead or dying in the ring the spec
tators had enough of the picadors, and the
bugle sounded for them to withdraw. They ST.
ried around the ring in obedience, with their eyes
fixed upon the bull until they disappeared through
the gate opened for them; and then forth came the
banderileras They put up their capes and took
long iron barbed, paper decorated darts.
Closely attended by comrade holding his cape
ready in case of emergency one of the banderleros
deliberately walked up to the bull and began bran
dishing the coored sticks in front of him. He moved
them up and down. crossed them, shook them in
front of the bulls nose, and extended them out
performance, but finally fixed his eyes upon the
aggravating sticks and lunged at them.
Down they came with inconcelvabe rapidity. and
he felt the sting of their iron barbs in his shoulder
they hung there, and the skipped lightly out of
the way. Then another dancing jumping creature
with pair of the gaily bedecked sticks appeared
in front of him; but the bull had learned
He fixed his gaze upon the sticks and not upon the
man. and got this pair as he did the first and SO it
tnued until the buge sounded for them to withdraw.
Beginning of the End
THE master bull fighter then stepped forth You
knew him by the predominating color of his rich
ly embroidered breeches and jacket. They may be
purple scarlet or crimson or chocolate An attend
ant with bunch of swords handed him one. 1t
long, straight, red hilted weapon. He exam
ined it with critical eye glanced along the blade
tried its temper, and seemed satisfied Then with a
cloth of bright scarlet, called the muleta he walked
up to the presidents box, and, ho ding his hat in
one hand with the sword and muleta in the other,
he made stirring appeal, the words of which you
scarcely heard, and then wheeled. about ainging
his hat behind him. and marched off to kill the bull
The bull regarded the approaching crimson cloth
with suspicion; He shook his head and paved the
ground but the cloth continued to approach. 1t
was Haunting in front of his nose now and he made
lunge at it.. He never once thought of the pink
stockings below it or at the side of it, but followed
it stupidity with increasing fury The master bull
fighter swished the red cloth around till he brought
the bull where he wanted him, and then, holding
the cloth low down in front of him. he raised his
sword and, glancing along the shimmering blade,
aimed at the fatal spot. The cloth moved gently,
and the bull charged, and the matador, inging his
whole weight upon the sword, buried it to the hi1t
beneath the bulls shoulder blade.
1t was the bulls last charge. He stood stupefed,
while the matador facing him held UP his empty
hand commanding silence. The bull staggered; he
didn't want to give up the fight. choking torrent
of blood gushed from his mouth and nose; he
reeled, and toppled over dead, and as the master
bull fighter turned away, the multitude sent up a
mighty cheer. The cheers continued drowning the
strains of martial music which poured FORTH hats,
cigars, and even cigar were showered down
into the ring. The successful matador smilingly
acknowledged the applause of the spectators as he
walked around the ring, while into the ring galoped