The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1867-10-07
How young Lady OF tho First Fn'
miles Didn't Put IL Bullet Through
n Young Man.

| From the Racine Journal, September II.
Racine life is usually as calm and placid
rs mil-pond. The rythm of its existence
is as dull and drowsy as the drone Of bees
on summer afternoon. Once in while,
however, little ripple Of excitement ruff
ncs over its surface and then disappears,
leaving no cloud over the bosom of the
deep. Yet these little ripples are as
grateful as q gusll of breeze when heat
ovcrpowers one-as refreshing as mud
puddle to the thirsty mule. Racine has
had such an excitement, and as faithful
chroniclcr OF passing events, we feel 1t our
duty to give to the public concise account
of an intended tragedy which ended in
farce. But the story must be told briefly
and in plain prose, else would it string out
longer than the story Of Schcrazadc.
4 young man in this city received word
from young lady that she had heard he
had been telling improper stories about
her, and wished to see him. Accordingly,
last Monday evening he went to her house
to have an explanation. He was shown
into the parlor, and requested to await the
coming Of the young lady. She came soon
enough that time. AS she entered the
room he rose to salute her, but instead Of
returning the salutation, she locked one of
the two doors, and with q majestic wave of
her left hand she motioncd him to be
seated. He did Just what anybody else
under similar circumstances would have
done-sat down. The young lady then
undertook to lock the other door. 1t went
together, or rather, it didn't go together,
and she was obliged to lay something upon
the floor. Upon what slight circumstances
arc the dcstnies of our life hinged This
time it was rusty hinge upon Il door.
That something which the young lady laid
upon the carpet was nothing less than a
revolver. Now, if there is any one thing
in the world that our hero objects
to, it is revolver, and from a pccu-
liarity of his constitution lie hates the
very thought Of martyrdom, even
though the full particulars, with q
splendid wood-cut engraving, should ap-
pear in the Police Gazette. So, without
much more ado, he rushed to the spot and
seized the revolver after slight struggle,
and was at once master Of the situation.
Our heroine is female, and what could
she do? Why, yell of course, which she
did, and with will, using that most infer
nally unpleasant word, "murder." The
patrtumilias, who was quietly reading in
an adjoining room, hearing the din, rushed
to the door. 1t was locked. The awful
cry wrur '~'ugh his ear, and with one
violentk tst open the door. Horror
what s. for parent! There on the
floor lay two new chairs, their backs
broken, and over them stood the young
man brandishing his weapon while the fe-
males, ostrich like, had hid their heads in
the soia-cushion. Quiet was at last re-
stored. The young man passed the re-
volver over to the father, and at the same
time drew a briar-wood pipe from hip
pocket and threatened to kill the first one
who moved; then demanded the cause of
all the row" Wherefore was it thusly :"
Then the truth came out. 1t seems
that another young man had been retailing
story, which our hero Indignantly de-
MED ever having been guilty of relating.
After this the young man concluded to
leave, but was importuncd to stay few
minutes by young lady the second, who
wanted to tell him something, which
turned out to be that she had furnished
her friend with the revolver to take his
hearts blood, and had also practiced her
on the ash barrel, that she might be sure
of her aim, but that, rejecting upon the
consequences Of the act, and knowing her
friends intention Of taking his life, she
had secretly withdrawn three of the
charges, and that henceforth he might
consider her as his savior. The young
man was too much affected to speak, but
gratefully pressing the young lady's hand,
he withdrew. Peace and quiet once more
rcigncd over the house, and the tragedy
that was to be as the curtain rose, closed
in q farce as the curtain fell.