Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1857-05-07
saw me with yesterday, informing him of the re-

saw me Win yesterday, informing him of the re-
sult.n
al will do so, senor.n
Enough. You are gentleman, senior, and /
have your word.'' ~
ise that the pockets of the defunct shall be picked
the relatives ~
Having rolled up the sleeves of their linen. the
caEaners grasPed their rapers, and threw them
g. Come on, senior :" cried the marquis.
am ready ;" was the response.
And their swords crossed.
The combatants eyed each other warily and An
peared to be mutually conscious that the slightest
mistake or want of caution was certain death
q" You are giving groundn cried Juan, mock
And your thrusts worthy only of girlish
page" replied the marquis. - Where Is your
boasted manhood! Did you leave IT at home, Sc
Don Juan's eyes flashed lightning
" This Is my answer" he cried, through his
pent teeth as, after few quick passes, he again
lunged fercely at his foe.
But the latter had his wits about him, and has
tily pushed aside the weapon, plunged his own
into the young mans chest, and then drew back
Why did you not drive it home," demanded
Don Juan, satirically.
The bone was in the way,n replied the mar
quls, " but will try and do better next time y
Ihe combatants were now fairly aroused. The
twined-so rapid, skilful and energetic was their
mutual play, till eventually they appeared to be
but single piece of Steel of which each combat
ant held an end
But this kind of work as the man i'm gray sage
~ observed, could not last-it was too trying
Human strength could not endure IT, Already
great beads of sweat were dropping, every other
instant, from the forehead of each cavalier Their
teeth were set grating now and then with a dis
sonant harShDess that was intOlerable, especially
to the ear of the worthy up in the branches of the
locust, whose nerves IL set edge. Their
breaihings, too were becoming short and ouick
and dry, while their faces had the peculiar pale
ness OF men conscious that they are in extremity
but who would sooner die than yield retreat
Don Juan felt that his wrist was gradually be-
coming weak aud weaker, and that he could not
hold out much longer. AS this conviction settled
In his mind-and certainly it was not gratifying
one-his eyes fairly glittered with rage, and has
tily unwinding his weapon from that of his an
tagOnist, he stepped back and as suddenly dartcd
forward and, beating aside the marquis rapier
made a desperate lunge.
The latter, comprehending the idea of the
movement, lightly fell back single step, and
evaded the thrust then quickly twining his own
sword with that of his painting Don uan, he dex-
tcrously twisted il from the grasp and sent il
whirling through the air. In another instant his
Toledo was up 20 the hilt in the breast of his adj
versaIy, who glared at him with an air of oaffied
hatred, reeled. and then fell at length upon the
green sward, which ere long was crimsoned with
his blood
AT sight of his PROSTATE enemy, the marquis
was unnamed. This was his first duel, and the
sight of blood unnerved him. His enmity fled ,
and with il all unfriendly thoughts. Tears
started to his eyes, and throwing down his wea-
Pons, he rushed up to the dying man, and be
seeching his forgiveness, generously rendered
him his hand.
Don Juan shrunk from him with vindctive
frown, and gathering all his energies for a last
effort, spit at him in mingled venom and defiance
and fell back-dead,
Il never shed blood before - murmured the
marquis, despondngly, as he slow prepared for
his departure. And the memory Of this sad in
stance will hang upon me, like an ever-present
gloom, all my days ~
And dashing the spray from his lids, he moved,
with sorrowful step, from the wood.
As he disappeared, the man in gray dropped
laid his hand upon the heart
- Gone-gone to pot!'' he muttered, shaking
his head. "And I'll wager he hasn't left enough
in his pockets to pay me for the trouble OF emp
tying them. wonder how his boots would fit
me? No, his feet too small. What's this
haps. Hai what's this Notes contirmatve of
the whereabouts of Don Garcia de Vega Why
that's the knave to whom the crier alluded I
must look to this. ! may make pretty penny BY
1t. Therefore, for the present, precious docu-
ment, do thou keep close companionship with
my shirt-thou perhaps, nIayst help to make it a
little nearer to thine own white color And now,
friend PequilO, let's see what shall find in
his pockets. Ha knife good beginning; |
have wanted one long time. a ring, too +, But,
the defunct has in the pouch the other side
As | live purse, and fat a greasy priests
too hundred golden pieces o, won't have
jolly drunk No more of Burgunds lees but
the pure liquor itself, Hark quitting his ear to
the ground) I hear footsteps Parties are en-
take to our heels Pequilo, let sound the depths
of the worthy Senora's dOublet. What-nothinp
Let us respectfully withdraw, and prepare ourself
for a visit to his excellency the viceroy.'