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Show THE DESERET NEWS. 16 have the case investigated she was to remain suffering - lently, in doubt and anxiety, until chance should perhaps solve the mystery. Within the last week, however, a gleam of comfort and hope had come to her in the sympathy and promised aid which had come to "her through Mrs. Balford. The latter had found the widow borne down not only with the anxiety occasioned by Sydneys absence, but also with the sorrow of little Ethels sickness, which her poverty prevented her from alleviating, and woman the gentle and had written at once to her husband, ask ing permission to take some important steps for aiding the unfortunate woman. The response to this had been more warm and generous even than her own intentions, and the result was that Mrs. Armstrong was invited to become Mrs. Balfords companion, and make the manobliged kindly-hearte- This sion her own and Ethels home. good fortune, bringing, as it did, rest for herself and relief for Ethel, made in itself a great blessing, and the aid promised by Mrs. Balford in seeking some clue of Sydneys whereabouts brought to her heart at least comparative content. As the two sat before the fire, silently thinking, a sound of carriage wheels outside announced the arrival of Colonel Balford, and in a moment more he entered the room. He was haggard and worn, and the look of gloom and hopelessness in his countenance answered the question which was in both their hearts. He greeted Mrs. Armstrong kindly and heartily, seemingly delighted and relieved at finding her present. There was little said, however, the heart of each being crowded with too sorrowful thoughts for talk or profession. Dinner was announced presently and they sat down to the table, though each was too oppressed to feel conscious of its cheer. As they ate silently, the mind of each busy with the associations which the night recalled, the door bell pealed and presently a servant came into the room and asked the Colonel to step to the door. Before he could do so, however, there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the hall, and the next moment Neal Balford rushed into the room and was clasped in his parents arms. Closely upon his steps followed a man whom Colonel Balford recognized as his detective, and with him in the doorway, in the next instant, appeared the lost Sydney, making complete the joyful reunion. The tale which the detective gave, accounting for the happy event, was one which made Sydney the hero of the hour. It was one of daring and courage, sacrifice and suffering, which the boy had endured in his efforts to aid and rescue his lost friend. What these were it would be useless to recount, the result being, however, the accomplishment, through countless strategies, of Neals escape from the hands of his captor. The reward, however, was witnessed not only in the good fortune and joy which came to himself and those dear to him, but in the change of heart which made Colonel Balford, from that joylul Christmas night, the benefactor, through his wealth, of the poor and wretched of the earth. Josephine Spencer. fl Mexican Bull Flout. P g4t0 and unnecessary crueltyto animals are prohibited in the United States, some en terprising citizens from both sides of the Rio Grande have organized a bull arena at Cuidad Juarez, on the Mexican side of the river, where crowds from both republics witness the thrilling encounter of men and bulls pitting their lives against one another. The ring is a vast amphitheatre, whose seats could never be filled but for the fact that folks of all shades of color and stations in life gather from scores of miles around to witness the spectacle. Poor, shivering Mexican gentlemen it is their winter now bravely plank down each his dollar, though too poor to wear hose or a collar, and apparently too poorly fed to take interest in anything ; but see his eyes glisten at sight of the first bull, as with a scrutinizing glance he sees a game Durham pawing the ground, and snorting, dart into the ring, whirling here, hooking there, and scattering the toreadors! Bravo! Bravo! he shouts to the bull, and to the men he yells in derision, Look out, babies, why dont you run? As the excitement He may bite. intensifies, eyes are strained, necks stretched and half the audience is on tip toe. even Americans so interested as to declare: I wish I had that sword, and Id show them how to fell a bull. Let me explain bull ring terms. The judges constitute the presiding authority, to determine points, order men, horses or bull either worthless or disabled, out of the arena or fresh ones in, or sound the of a bull by a bugle-blasl The quadrille consists of four men in Catalonian uniform whose business it is to worry, harrass, anger and tire a bull. They are called banderilleros because, before delivering the bull over to their to captain, the matador or deal death they, the banderilleros, drive the points of long harpoons into the bulls neck. These harpoons are richly ornamented with silk bands, hence called banderillas. Two other men on horseback, who only come in to goad the bulls if too lazy, are called picadores. When a bull has been wor p j 1 qS death-knel- t. bull-kille- single-hande- ried long enough the populace cry, otro toro, i. e. another bull, and in turn, otro toro, bull after bull, the bugle sounding harrassed ones out and fresh ones in. Here comes a splendid Spanish bull. Connoisseurs say knowingly this will be first blood. The preliminaries are similar to those witnessed with the former combats, which I will describe briefly. A small door in the palisade opens mysteriously. Out of the darkness, with furious snorts, issues the toro valiente, or brave bull, and he stops suddenly, dazzled by the light, the multitude of people in fantastic colors and the gusts of tiiumphal music from the Mexican federal band, just striking up a march. He sniffs the air, paws hoofs full of soil on high, and says, as Oh, plainly as a dumb creature can: how I would like to toss everything up, when lo he spies a banderiliero waving his mantle. Down horns, a furious charge, a terrific toss of that stout neck heavens we exclaim, why dont the poor soul jump out of the ring? In the twinkling of an eye the bull is in He would position again, but ashamed. have gored the man, but only struck the lapel of his garment, while the man, the banderiliero, long since got out of his way. The bull, now angry, charges again, striking only the mantle and the air behind it. Baffled, he charges upon the next banderiliero, with similar results, for throughout the whole contest not a toreador was hooked. professional Thoroughly enraged, the animal now charges upon any of the quartette or their matador, the chief, who is to save their lives: they having no arms but a shawl or mantle, flee to the safety of the near the palisades. Now a blast of the bugle, and one of the toreadors goes to receive two of the bandenl-las- ; he salutes the judges, then begins to tantalize the bull until he charges. But the latter stops short, as if in doubt. Another bugle-caland two mounted picadores charge the bull and sting him with lances. He is angry once more, charges upon and gores a horse off his legs, almost unsaddles the man, and as the staggering horse regains his legs and the shaking picador his saddle, vociferous hurrahs and bravos from already hoarse throats salute the charge of the bull, the luck of the horse and the valor of the sharp-horne- tanta-lizing- l, man. A few more encounters between bull and horsemen, and the bugle calls all off. The captain receives a narrow, flexible sword from the judges. They exchange salutations. With the shadow of death to upon his face he goes meet or deal It. The bull, quivering in with numerous every muscle, bright red banderillas about his throat each hooked in the quick, bleeding flesh, single-hande- d red-eye- |