Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1856-12-04

: man, and when we get OH the groun,
d | trust that you will act like one.'
e at comes natural to me, your hon
J or. When / shoot him through th,
5 right shoulder, as shoot him / will
, he shall confess that it was done il
the most easy and gentlemanly man
ner possible"
At the appointed hour there was
quite gathering upon the beacl
: back of the Moro Castle. Morton
accompanied by couple Of friends
and surgeon, was punctually on the
spot. lie was soon Joined by Shell
drake and O'Blarney. The Milesian,
bearing the livid circle around his
eyes, looked passably well arrayed, in
a suit of black, furnished him for the
occasion by Shelldrake. The rumor
of the duel had been spread by some
means, and number of gentlemen
had kindly attended to witness the
proceedings.
Morton looked and seemed much
agitated; he evidently longed for some
excuse for breaking off the duel, and
one of his seconds limited to Shell
drake that the Englishman, although
capital shot, being always sure of
his man, would accept Of an apollo
gy, if it was rendered in conciIiato-
ry spirit, and they could thus quit the
ground good friends.
81 did rot come here to apollo
gize," exclaimed the Yankee-"and
I suppose your friend came here to
fight. Let US attend to business
He measured off ten PAGES, told
Morton's second to place his man.
loaded a brace of pistols, and handed
one to Morton. The other he gave
to Mr.. O'Blarney, who clutchedit ca
gerly, and took his ground, while
ferocious smile lighted up his fea-
lures.
"Now,'' said Shelldrake, stepping
aside, 81 will give the word!"
"Stop!" exclaimed Morton. What
is the meaning of this? Who is that
gentleman?"
."That," replied Shelldrake, lis Mr.
Patrick O'Blarney, a worthy gentle
man OF the incest honor, who kindly
consents to act as my representative
on this occasion.
'But | have no quarrel with hin"
said the astonished Morton.
"You soon will have, ,my darling y
said Patrick, in his richest brogue,
"unless you stand your ground and
fight like a man.
But Mr.. Morton insisted on par
ley and demanded an explanation.
Nothing more easy!' replied
Shelldrake. <'You. kicked my dog
and l kicked you, by far the most ig- !
noble animal of the two. Thus far
you have no good reason to complain,
nevertheless, you challenged me to
fight. Now, | have no particular de-
sire to lodge bullet in you, beside,
such an act might put myself as well |
as you to Inconvenience; furthermore,
and to confess the truth, l have a
great repugnance to being shot at
myself. But as / am Of an accommo-
dating disposition, ] have been at
some pains to procure the attendance
on the spot Of Mr.. Patrick O'Blar-
ney, brave and gallant native of the |
Emerald Isle, and an undoubted gen.
tleman, who has furnished himself
with bag of bullets and flask Of
gunpowder, and is ready to shoot and
be shot at as long as either of you
can stand"
''By the powers, you may well say
that" exclaimed Pat, flourishing the
pistol over his head.
.If it is satisfaction you want, you
shall have enough ont. So no more
of your parleying but let's blaze
away! / have not shot a man for SIX
months, and | long tosbe at it, and
he brought his pistol down to pres
ent, and covered his man.
"Hold!' cried Morton, in a loud
voice, evidently dissatisfied with the
turn which had been given to the af-
fair, Il won't fight on these condi-
tions."
''That is not as you say!'' replied
Patrick, Still keeping the muzzle of
his pistol pointed directly at bis an
tagonist. And, turning toward She'll
drake, he added, entreatingly, "Do
captain, dear, give the word!''
Morton found the business growing
more serious, and not liking the looks
Of the Irishman, who seemed thirst