Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1833-11-07

10 tne reconlre: she grappled with him;
e. he pushed her from him, and she stag.
gered back, but not until the enemy's
{, face was somewhat scored. Unsubdu.
y ed and uLquailing, she again CHARGED
Ie the gallant knight, who, equally dar.
e ing, stood his ground, ready, had there
l. been dozen Miss McDaniell's before
u him, to exclaim with Rhoderick Dhu--
G Come ono, come all. this rock shall Az,
i From ITS firm base as soon as l."
G With the furious bravery Of hungry
S lloness, again returned our heroine to
! the fight, and was received by our
! hero with the welcome of a few more
J blows across the shoulders;--but this
$ did not hinder her from again fastening
: her graphing irons on her ''intended
. husbands ruiiles;" who, now began 10
see that it the issue Of the fight was
r not doubtful, its duration. at least, was
uncertain. And, as last resort. he
: determined TO throw her down, which.
> II would appear, he accomplished. But,
alas! he had not calculated the Difficult.
} ty OF extrlcating his own garment from
the clutch. Holding on, MS she fell, 10
J ms RULES, our hero soon found that he
must go down too, or sacrifice his ruff
lies; undetermined how to. act, for q
/ few seconds, he bent his body over the
} PROSTATE foe, to save his ruflles, which
she still clutched with the tenacity of
a swapping turtle. A thousand pain.
ful tho'ts rushed across his brain. il is
Iprobable.--Customer might be wait.
ing IN the store; as yet, his bruises
were but slight; what they might be,
u he renewed the fight, it was impossi.
bic to say; again, his breath--if his
courage did, could not hold out all
| night--in short, now, If ever, was the
time to make u secure, if not an honor.
Bile retreat. One last great effort, then
it was made--off came the ruflles,
in the lady's hand, and away went the
knight, through the kitchen door, and
in at the window by which he came out,
with the rapidity Of a Harlequin. The
lady, it appears, soon gathered her
self up again; but though, like con-
queror, she had kept the ground, and
held IN her hand the trophies Of victo-
ry, she had evidently got the worst Of
the contest. Her cape was rent-her
cap was torn---her combs broken, and
her hair dishevelled; still worse, her
lips were scratched, and her bones
bruised--and all because she had loved
l''fcndly, but not wiselyw
Thus ended this memorable and ex-
traordinary fight, which was the cause
of action. Laying down the sword,
the parties had again recourse TO the
pen, and the press, and both parties
published in the Paul Pry.
The chiefdiscrepancy in the account
of the battle was as to the iact--who
struck the first blow, the only difficulty |
with the lawyers-who commenced
the assault? The counsel for the Uni
ted States argued, that the very fact
of Mr.. DIS getting out of the window,
''to make peace" with a weapon in
his hand, was, in itself, in the eye Of
| the law, an assault.
| We have now concluded our history |
of "the unhappy loves" Of Miss Ann
Mcdaniel and Mr.. VIM. Dougherty,
as we gathered it from the evidence.
| After patiently listening, for eight
hours to the evidence, in which the
principal facts were those above rela-
lted-and hearing the arguments Of the
learned counsel, the jury could not
agree upon verdict, and separated.
They met the next day, but being still
unable to agree at the close Of the day,
were dismissed, and the cause has to
| be tried again.
/ A Visit TO the Printer.-Wc were a
good deal amused q few days since, at |
a visit paid us by Johnny Raw, from
Jour sister State, New Jersey. He was
a chubby faced, thick.set little fellow,
lust arrived at manhood, at least in
lyears-with famous pair of white |
whiskers, large enough to astound a
Broadway dandy.
He rolled into the Office as the first
side Of the paperwas being worked off,
and after ''howde- dew" commenced
gaping. Having looked so for some
time, he exclamed-"M Mister, hant that
round inien rubber thing got the ink
linz | guess it must" We gave him
an affirmative. He then inquired
l"Mister, wouldn't cider press kind a
, machine squeeze harder than your lit
/ tie presser? 'Twouldn't come much
Ishorter." Here he put his paw into
1.-The ink block, and exclaimed--"Dod
: darnd your ink! think it's tar--it's
, so sticky" Having cleaned his digets'
/ lhe was next attracted by the COMPOSE
tors. After scratching his head, and
r looking a good while, he asked-"is
them little chunks of iron the things