The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1858-04-13

OF wine helped hls passion sone"ua'.-
aud does he think with such foul means
to win my Kate? By heavens, Geryon,
you must shoot the fellow !
But is he worth shooting at9' the
younger asked.
20, yes. He occupies good station
in society, and numbers many of our no,
bility among his friends. He's poor as
Jobs catl but then he is respectable.-
Shoot him. Call him out, and then you
will have no more trouble with him.
But will he accept p
'And suppose he don't--it's better
still. He would mt dare to hold his head
up here after that
1T seems pity to shoot SO pretty a
boy, egad, I believe 1 must do it.
So that very evening a'challenge was
sent to the young artist, and an answer
was Immediately returned.
'What is it p asked Overton, as the
servant withdrew.
Lets see, returned Boothby, open
ing tho note. He's dated it all right
and he writes a fair hand, too
Handles pen better than pistol, /
take it-but let's hear it,
'Egad, he accepts it. Listen
'Geryon Boothby, your note is re-
ceived, will meet you tomorrow NOR
ming at any hour you may please, upon
the great cliff You mention pistols, SO
pistols be it. will bring my own.
Yours, and SO on,
AUGUsTIN RINGwooD.'
'Ha, ha, he'll sleep calmly enough to-
morrow night
And then he'll trouble US no more.
By the host, he's turned Kate well near
crazy
Il wonder if he's any relation to the
Ringwood that used to stop at tie old
Red Tavern on Triton street, last win
ter
Il don't know-guess not, returned
the baronet.
After this Boothby went in search of
his servant, and having found him, he
ordered him to clean his pistols.
Il, faith SIR said the man who was a
burly cockney. but ye'Ee got good 'up
to fight with
"Eh, dye know him, Tom?"
'Know Gastin Ringwood. An does.
mt hevcry body hin Lunnin know i'm.
Hisn't he the greatest shot in Hengland?
Didn't Garvey McTamiston say it was
so ?"
"But this isn't the Ringwood that
stopped at the old Red Tavern, Tom ?"
"Yes it be, the hidentical Ringwood.
But ye must get yer first fire, an l ken
do that for ye. I've got ha' penny with
honly two 'eeds. I'll tost hup hand you
shall say first Dye mind p
Boothby said he would see in the
morning and then he walked away. He
was not SO happy now, in fact mortal
fear began to seize linn. He called
himself moderate shot, but for a good
shot he had not the first qualification.
He was too gross-too physical for any
thing fine or artistical. And he knew
not that he had one of the very best
shots in the kingdom to fight with. He
heard of Ringwood, the winter before
but he mad never seen him till now. He
had heard his praise as marksman in
every ones mouth and once he had
been taken up into pistol gallery whore
the owner kept one of Ringwood's tar.
gets for show. It was circle of six
inches with which was six pointed star,
the points touched the circumference of
the circle. There were seven balls
through the target; one at each point,
and one directly in the centre, as true
and systematic as could be done with an
auger. And this was done at a distance
of fifteen yards !" This Boothby had
seen, and now he was to run the risk of
being shot at by the same man
On the following morning Boothby
arose, looking pale and haggard. He
was real coward when fear was upon
him, but courageous bull when he had
nothing to be afraid of. He could kick
and cuff his servants, and many battle
had he fought in drunken rows, where
nothing more dangeroussthan fists were
used. He had swallowed goodly por-
tion of brandy, and meanwhile he man
aged to screw up his courage. He call
ed Tom to his room and told him to be
sure and have his : double-hsaded half
penney on the ground.
The baronet was up betimes, and af-
ter visit to his wine celler he was as
cheerful as could be. He anticipated
nothing but sport. He had allowed his
mind to dwell only upon the probability
of getting rid of troublesome neigh
Dor. He did not think much about the
killing part ; he believed Geryon to be
a noble hearted fellow and the thought
that man creeping into his garden and
pouring out such mess of infamous
falsehoods about theintended husband of
his child, made him mad. In fact he
only felt like crushing the viper" as
he called Ringwood, beneath his feet
His prejudices were like mountains,
heaped upon his soul.
Word had been sent to Augustin that