Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1857-10-16
with very bad pronunciation.


with very bad pronunciation.
"Ah, you'd talk English much BETTER"
replied the old gentleman, with n smile.
"Goodp exclaimed our hero, feeling quite
relieved to find himself so near an English
man. "Would you beso kind as to let me
take that glass Of yours2"
"Certainly," answered tho Englishman,
as lie passed the instrument over with pc
cular twinkle which seemed to indicate
that he understood the others object.
Tom deliberately placed bis elbows upon
the rail in front Of him, and raising the
glass, he hid his faco behind tho capacious
barrels, and then lovelled it upon the iinpu-
dent puppies who were still quzzing him.
Ono after another of the offensive glasses
were lowered beneath the determined gaze
of the Yankee, until at length he caught,
rs he took sweeping survey of the boxes,
the form Of the French officer who had left
him in such passion at the cafe. Said Of
fcer was gazing intently upon the victim of
his mornings operation, and as his features
were plainly revealed by the powerful len
ses of Toms glass, our hero discovered that
they wore anything but pleasing express
ion, and he saw at once that he was most
seriously angry.
Don't you know who that man is that
regards you so sharplyl" asked tho owner
of the opera-glnss. as Ton returned it.
81 know he belongs on board the steam
er, that's all" replied Tom.
"That is Jean Mardelot, Lieutenant
ant, commonly called le Acier Jean, the
greatest swordsman in Marseilles; and if |
am not mistaken, he has something against
you"
"Well, there has been something passed
between us" and then he went on and re-
lated what had occurred.
"Pretty good, pretty good!" said the En-
glishman, laughing heartily Mt our hero's
account of the affair. "But," he continued,
while his countenance assumrd n serious as
pcct, "he will never forgive you for the man.
ncr in which you returned his compliment,
and you had better leave the opera at once y
"Never forgive me?" repeated Tom.-
"Why, l but paid him off in his own coin,
and | should not suppose he would wish
to carry the matter any further"
cab, you do not know Jean Mardelot,
returned tho old man.
:, "Well it can't be helped now"
, "Yes it can"
allow"
5 "Lcavc the house at once"
"ARd run array from Frenchmanp p
: exclaimed Tom, while his eyes actually
flashed fire. as that countryman o
5 yours p continued he, as his eyes rested OF
t military looking man who sat next to th'
. old gentleman.
n 81 am an Englishman," replied the MAJ
e alluded TO, as he leaned forward.
G "Would you flee from French officer
n "Me,' reiterated the gentleman. "No sir.
t "Nor will |. Ifhe wishes to trouble mt
|, let him come"
d The two gentlemen exchanged a fe,
whispered sentences, and at length the eide
j. turned to our hero and remarked
S "Captain Clinton will serve you, sir, 20
j." desire"
y "Thank you sir" replied Tom, "but hav
no desire to fight"
J. The English Captain would have mad
some answer to this remark, had not the
IL attention been at this moment attracted b
: the approach of the French officer; and i
l a moment more he entered the box whel
sat our hero.
If "American," replied the Frcnchman la,
n ing his hand upon Toms shoulder, "will yc
is give ME little conversational
1t "Certainly,' replied the Yankee, as b
e rose from his scat and followed the other
is one of the lobbes.
"Now sir" uttered the Lieutenant as /
r closed the door behind HIM, "you have gi
r en- me one very bad iusult~
l. at was you who insulted me-" rcpli(
Mt Tom, nothing dauntod by the occasion whi'
re began to manifest itself in the others cou
it. tenance.
t.; "You mistake me, sir. You insult r
rs very bad in the cafe, where my friends So
be it."
as "You, sir" answered Tom, f'iusulted n
n without the least provocation, and have I
~ turned it, that's ALL"
lg At this moment tho door opened, al
lis Captain Clinton entered the room, accor
panied by French officer.
"Now," continued Tom as soon as I
C. door was again closed, "what's done cal
n- be helped; SO what are you going to
IN. about it?"
"Dol" reiterated the Frenchman. "Y
at must fight"
en- "Must fight, ehi Well, that's coolp
"Wo will go to the cafe this moment" I"
20 "Do you fight in the coteF'
er ayes we shall find place at the cafe
a Guevre"
rn "WelI," said Tom with tho utmost sal
he froid, "if you want to fight, you had bett
go and take it alone"
re- "What is that's" exclaimed the Frenc
Of man, while he grew still more excited
tho GOODNESS of Tom. "You mean not
us fghtT
ig- "Why, I've nothing to fight for"
MT "Ah, Norceaui You can insult nothir
eh2 Yankee coward."
wd All eyes were turned at once upon To
ee Wallace, and his appearance plainly to
that the game was up. The hot bio
tn rushed to his face, and the big veins abe
he his neck and temples swelled almost
err bursting, while his hands were clutched Ii
ad a smiths wise, and the quiyering of his c
nut orless lips and working muscles, revealed
ok lion within him that had been reused frc
on his rest. Under other circumstances
ler would have struck his tsunting, adversa
he TO the floor; but he, at length, master
.ht his feeling, and turning to the young En-
De- lish traveller, he said: - y,
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