Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1842-09-09
THE DEAD SHOT.
On, THE LAWYER AND THE SrRA

The Mills Point Herald gives sketch
of great interest relative to lawyer of
this city. 1t is column long, and we
must condense it. 1t relates that at a res
.aurant in this city one night, were assem-
bled a party of young Creoles, at the in
vita,on of one of their number, who had
just taken out license 10 practice law in
Louisiana. The host after drinking much
wine became boisterous, and looked "a
round anxious to find som ebody TO in
suit He at last discovered spare old
man in corner, at whom he commenced
firing melon seeds from between the
thumb and finger The one hit him on
The ear. The second struck his hand,
and the third rebounded from his breast.
You are bad shot," said the old
man, rising; +" 1 will give you few Hes
sons" and he handed his card The
parties met with pistols the next morning
on the Shell Road, near the half way
house. The Creole fired first, and miss
ed
Monsieur" said The stranger, "you
are too hasty, and you bear too hard on
the trigger, bnt now it is my turn. adj
wise you to stand cool and firm; the leas,
variation will cost you your life.-You
aimed at my eye, but hit my cart was
well you missed" He raised the pistol
and muitered, Monsieur's right ear" he
fifed-lhe lower lapel of the right ear
was shot away. "One lesson a, a time,"
said the unknown, g is enough; here, sir,
is your first melon seed: adieu, you shall
here from me again.
Twelve months had passed-lhe oc-
currence above related vas almost forgot
ten by the actors-when one evening at
the Theatre D'Orleans. the Creole felt
slight tap on the shoulder; he turned, and
the mysterious stranger of the restaurant
stood by his side :" Monsieur" wills.
pered he, :" owe you another lesson !;
are you at leisure Tomorrow morning y
"a Uotre serv' ce Monsieur"
They met again, and the Creole miss
ed. Said the the old man. "you have
not improved much since your last lesson.
Your second shot at the restaurant struck
my hand therefore this goes to the same
spot" and a, the firing of the pistol, the
Creoles left baud hung in shreds to his
arm. The next time we meet, Mon
sieur, your breast shall be the target" ex-
claimed the unknown, as he handed over
the second melon seed carefully wrapped
up in piece of paper. AZ reDoir."
The Creole recovered, but lost his spir-
its, and was changed man.
A few weeks ago, the Creole received
small package from Havana, accompan-
led by letter from hotel keeper there
stating that the said package was ordered
to be sen. to his addresses by foreign
gentleman who had died there.
He opened the box. and found therein
small purse containing one nlel9n SEED
The stranger sCas no more!
The writer Of the sketch says the above
is no fiction, and the principal actor even
now resides in New Orleans, talented
and esteemed member of the bar; and Of
ten relates the above sketch Of his adven>
lures to his friends, to show how dearly
he paid for the excuses of one night al
the restaurant Orleans Crescent
City.
ALL THE DEcENcY AGAIN.-The wings
of Au1urn suspended an efigy OF Capt.
TYLER across the street the other day. II
they had set it on fire, it would nave
pleased the Captain better. He says the
Ugh. of burning effigies enables nm 20
~ conrec If duty more plainly