Norwich bulletin., 1915-01-05

universal exclteIne ent, had hurried IAS bouquet of rare flowers which lay in her lap down to the victorious toread- or's feet But. in the quick move ment, she had parted with not only the flowers, but the little card-case or ld-mounted tortoise-shell which she had held in her hand.
 An invitation!" thought the tor eador.
 It did not take much inquiry to find the residence of the American CroesuS When he had done this the toreador himself returned the lost card-case, without asking to see her, but leaV- ing one of his own cards. This was the limit of his audacity. But few days later some one pointed out Miss Laura upon the street as she passed quite near him.
 Since that encounter, from day to day this folly had continued to grow upon him, until at last it had gained the mastery and harassed him by its tyrannous sway. It caused him 10 choose his promenade so that he might cross her path as often as possible, even while by his silent but unnlis- takable adoration he ran the risk of compromising her. Finally 1t drove him to pass hours in view of her win dowS for the chance of an occasional glimpse behind the cruel curtain ot the beautiful phantom that haunted his days and nights.
 Tonight he was at his post, and Miss Dennison, happening to look out on the street as the toreador leaned for ward to see her from behind the door way which half concealed him, beheid the light of the neighboring gas-lamp shining full in his face. She rang for her maid, and, indicating the love lOrn toreadOr, said:
 Tell him to come here!"
 Novg, so agitated that his lips trem- bled, the toreador stood in her pres n.7a e~1,-1 Ftrg l1iE unexpected summons? A fugitive hope crossed his mind, only to be frozen, as in a cold voice she began to speak, going straight to the point. Tn few dry. cutting words she described the annoyance which this CeaSelesS pJIr- suit had caused her, and, not without some naughty irony, demanded that he should give up the insane passion that impelled him to such conduct. For, indeed. had he ever deceived him. self, even in his dreams, about this matter?' She was not for such as he! Did he mean an impeFtinence or in- suit by what he had been doing2
 He gently interrup pted her: Y knew all this, senorita," he said. simply; "to know it was torture, but to hear t from your lips is death.''
 She saw that his eyes were tull ol tears. Silently, with a uTofOund bow, the toreadol> left the room The next day as Miss Dennison sat in her usual place at the amphitheatre, Just as it was time for Enrico to ap- pear, an old woman who sat near her held out bunch of flowers which she had just picked up, saying: Your bouquet, senorita."
 Her bouquet? She had brought none with her. She looked at the flowers which the unknown stranger had dropped into her lap. Between two roses appeared the corner of q piece of paper. At this moment the bull entered the arena, and a.s all around her leaned forward to catch sight of him, unseen she drew forth a little note and read:
 Search in your world for g. man who, for you, would do that which do today"
 It was signed "Enrico." What was he going to do? Miss Dennison felt a slight shudder. PshaW some unexpected feat of slaughter, nc doubt: some act foolhardy beyond the ordinary, prearranged and dedicated tC l her. He was reckless enough to ar tempt anything; but however periIous the position, he was agile enough tc escape uninjured.
 Twenty minutes passed Suddenly the tOreador appeared. A buzz Of as tonishment swept from one end Of the anphitheatre to the other. Enrico, whose costuIfes were famous
  rich splendor of their colors, was now clothed entirely in sombre black Whom could the great Enrico be mourning?
 Slowly the toreador moved toward the beast, advancing in a straight line without q feint or q moments hesita- tiOn. The bull had suddenly come tJ halt, and now, as if surprised lJ3 1 this quiet boldness, stood with diStend. ed nostriIs regarding the enemy. Then with a deep below, it lowered its head, ready to dash upon him. 1t this moment Enrico was seen tC grasp his sword in his two hands 1 break it over his knee, and dash the 1 pieces to the ground. Then witt crossed arms he stood rnotionless il the middle of the arena The cry of anazement which arose 1 from the multitude at this unaccount- | able act suddenly changed into one O. l horror.
 The body of the superb Enrico. after i turning thrice in the air, fell lifeless 1 to the earth. gored by both horns ol the ferocious Andalusian bull.--Arson. | aIt.