The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1868-04-02


police afice.
And here let the curtain crop on thu
melancholy scene, while We follow :ht
fortunes Of the black valise No. 2.
When the train stopped at Camden, foul
gentlemen got off and walked arm in arm
rapidly and silently up one Of the by-street:
and struck off into foot-path leading 20 :
secluded grove outside of town. Of the
first two one was our military friend IN &
blue coat, apparently the leader Of the
party. Of the second two, one was carry
ing black valese. The respective com
panions walked with hasty irregular steps
were abstracted, and apparently i'll at ease
The party stopped.
els this is the place." said Captain
Jones.
"Yes," said DR.. Smith.
The Captain and the Doctor conferred
together. The other too kept studiously
apart.
Very we'll. I'll measure the ground
and do you place your men,"
| It was done.
Snow tor the pistols, whispered the
Captain to his fellow second.
"They are all ready in the valise," re-
piled the Doctor.
The principals were placed ten PAGES
apart, and wore that decidedly uncom-
Portable ali Of men who are in momentary
expectation Of being shot dead.
You will FIRE, gentlemen; Simultaneous
ly. when give the word," said the Cap
| tain.
Then in an undertone to the doctor
"Quick, the pistols"
The Doctor, stopping and fumbling at
the valise, appeared to discover something
which surprised him.
why, what the devil"
What's the matter" asked the Cap
tain, striding up. Can't you find tie
caps?"
"Duce of pistol or cap but this"
He held up lady's night cap.
"Look here-and here-and here y
holding up successfully, a hair brush, a
long, white night gown, a cologne bottle
and comb.
They were greeted by long whistle by
the Captain, and blank stare by the prin-
cipals.
"Confound the luck" calculated the
captain, IF we haven't made mistake
and brought the wrong valise."
The principals look at the seconds.
The seconds looked at tho principals. No.
body volunteered a suggestion.
At last the Doctor inquired, "Well,
what's to be done?"
"D-n unlucky again !" calculated the
Captain" The duel can't go on
Evidently not" responded the doctor,
4" unless they brain each other with the
hair brush, or pop at each other with the
cologne bottle"
You are quite sure there are no pistols
in the yalise ?" said one Of the principals,
with suppressed eagerness, and drawing a
long breath of evident relief.
We must go over to the city and get
the pistols" proposed the Cap
tain.
"And by that time it will be dark, -
said the Doctor.
"D-n unlueky!"
"We shall be the laughing stock of the
town." consolingly remarked the Doctor
if this gets wind"
"One word with you, Doctor" here in
terposed the principal
They conferred.
ht the end Of the conference with his
principal, the Doctor advanced to the Cap
tain and conferred with him! Then The
Captain conferred with his principal
Then the seconds held conference with
each other.
Finally, it was formally agreed between
the contending parties that statement
would be drawn up in writing, whereby
principal No l rendered the assuranc.
that the offensive words, i" You are liar,
we're not used by him in any persona
sense, but solely as an abstract proposition
in general way, in regard to the matter
of fact under dispute To which principa
No. 2 appended his statement of gratifica'
tion at this candid and honorable explana
tion, and unqualifedly withdrew the often
siyc words, F" You are a scoundrel," they
having been used by him under misap
prehension of the intent and purpose o
the remark which had proceeded them.
There being 10 longer any cause for q
quarrel. the duel was, Of course ended
The principals shook hands, first with eacl
other, next with the seconds, and were ev
identity very glad to get out of it.
Sand now, that this is so happily set
tled," said the doctor, chuckling and rub
bing his hands. cit proves to have beer
lucky mistake after all, that we brough
the wrong valise. Wonder what the lad,
who owns it will say when she opens our
and finds the pistols"
every we'll for you to laugh about,
grow!ed the Captain, +" but it's no joke 70
me to lose my pistols. Hair triggers-bes
English make, and gold mounted. Iher
amt finer pair of shooters in America.
40, we will find them. We will go O
pilgrimage from house to house askin
if any lady there has lost night cap an
found pair of duelling pistols"
In very good spirits the party crosse
the river and inquired at the baggag
room in reference to each and oil the blac
leather travelling bags that arrived ther
: that day-took notes of where they wer
sent, and set out to follow ther
: up. In due time they reached the Cont