The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-10-15

Hester turned white and shivered. As she met Paul's glance. he said play fully
 No no. Miss Forde. you must not shudder at me. never go to bull fights. although my fathers bulls are famous--we breed them here, you know. Of course. I have been to cor ridas at Madrid, Seville. and San Sebastian; but not for years"
 "Valga me Dios You astonish me, Pablo mio." exclaimed the Condo Val dollana. Why so?"
 Because 1t is all so one-sided: we know what will happen. It is not sport. The horses have no chance"
 Nor the bulls either" muttered
 "Ah. Dena Luisa. English to the backbone." exclaimed the Condo dc Trubia. with a smile.
 The bulls have a good life on the sierras for five years--we never sell them younger: and a bull has to De eaten some day"
 What price does he fetch?" inquir- ed Mrs. Tudor. the ever practical
 One thousr nd pesetas or more. It is a trade. All the best come from Andalusia; and you know Cordoya"- with jerk of his hand-''has furnish ed the prince of bull-fighters ih Raphael Guerra. who killed 225 bulls
 
 portant business; some vacadas, such as ours. have a great name. and when the animals charge into the ring. they wear the badge of their owner"
 Sport has declined" said Paul. Once 1t was the prerogative of the aristocracy. A mounted man simply encountered the bull wit ha lance, and he thought it a high honor to fight the bull before his king. Sometimes he was killed; indeed, often he was killed. Now. bravery is done by proxy; there Is an immense difference between that and personal courage. What do you say. Mademoiseiie?
 'I say she answered. with unex- pected energy, that the very though { of the buIl-ring makes me shiver. and that I agree with every single word you have uttered
 ''If the topic makes the Senorita shiver, surely we must change it." said el Condo de ValdoIlana, with grave politeness; "the Senorita Is. 1t is seen, fond of animals" Ia great dog was resting with his head against her knee.)
 "Yes. for they have sense and affec- tfon and constancy."
 Some dogs. no doubt, are the friends of man; but as for other anil mals, what have you to say to--well, pigs?"
 What can I say? know nothing. have never yet cultivated the friend ship of a pig; but I've no doubt there are possibilities"
 "I heard story of a monkey the other day." said Casilda, who had been unusually silent. Shall I tell it to you or not? Of course you will all laugh"
 "Then let us laugh. my dear" said Dona Luisa. Let us laugh, by all means"
 Well at least 1t Is short" she said and began without further preamble"
 "A friend of fathers brought home from Rio a monkey and a dog. They were young; they suffered in concert and endured horrors at sea; sympathy Is in friendship a great tie"
 "Yes, yes, yes!' assented several voices.
 ''Then they lived in Spain so happily together for three years, till the dog ate poison accidentally-was very i'll. He fingered for some time, nursed by his comrade, and eventually expired in his arms"
 "Ahm exclaimed Paul, with a groan of simulated anguish.
 well. kind people," she resumed. 'T need not assure you that the monkey was disconsolate. his grief human. but expressionless. The dog was buried, the SurvlYor leIt alone. ooIho Houio later, one went to the stable to see poor Jacko and console him: but be- hold! he. too was dead! In trans port of grief. he had hanged himself" and with this last peroration Casilda flung the end of her cigarette among the orange trees. and turned and faced | her audience. "Now, what do you say?"
 "I say. my dear Casilda. that you related your little tragedy very nicely" ," said Dona Luisa.
 'Yes, Casilda mic" added Paul. "I believe you would have a career in a -menagerie."
 "Oh. you laugh. of course! Well, ii was true. Tell me. what man would do as much for a friend?" There you are right" said Paul. ''l