The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1868-02-07


ing my life to hang me afterwafd e',7
"Hush, George. Upon the word
OF q, man. your existence is not
known. You are in my own house. .
THANK God, my friendr' and the
borrowed strength failing. he fell
backward. et-.8 "
- At length we succeeded in 80 far
mitigating his pain, that when alone
he told me HE cereer s-c:.: .l.o .;:aa .;as
of the duel with Little Billy" T
will repeat this narrative as pithily as
possible.
Passing through France to Eng
land, Belfont made his way to the
village of v, where, as so noble
and gullnnt fellow deserved, he was
rapturously received by his betrothed.
and for time all seemed couleur de
rose. But the remembrance of the
duel with Billy, alasl cast shadow
over his future. It had been against
his conscience, it hung upon his
spirits like a cloud, prophetic of q
coming storm of retribution. He
felt he was acting lie to the woman
he was about to marry the approach
ing spring.
The spring came; Belfont being in
town. was induced to dive to the
Derby. The day was spent as all
Derby days are spent; he was return
ing home; vehicle shot ahead of
him, and in spirit of rivalry not
uncommon upon race days, he whip
ped his horse; wheel and wheel
caught; the vehicle of his opponent,
if may use the term, was upset, and
its owner thrown heavily to the
ground. With the rapidity of
thought, Belfont alighted and went
to the assistance of the fallen man,
who had received severe confusion
upon his head, and enraged with the
pain, and more than half intoxicat-
ed, commenced o volley of abuse.
TO put an end to the scene, Belfont
gave him his card with his address,
telling him that in the morning he
would satisfy him by making an ain
pie apology to any friend he might
send, and SO thought no more of the
matter till next day, while ut break
fast, gentleman waited upon him.
eff, sir, you are friend of the
gentleman whom I so unfortunately
threw from his gig last evening, I
will ut once anticipate your message,
by frankly offering any apology that
one gentleman may make to another
through third person.
Stay, sir; am commissioned to
demand written apology"
tttfnr what r,prnfSa 10 fon
apology required?" said Belfont.
That he may post you, (pardon
me for using prompted langunge,) as
coward, when and where he
pleilses."
"This is sheer madness. Does
yonr friend know that it is to SOL
dier he addresses this request?" said
Belfont.
"He believes that it is Lieutenant
Beifont, late of the British Auxiliary
Legion. Is he right?"
''He isl
"Then you can no longer wonder
ut MIR. Gray refusing to accept any
thing but an nbjrct apology, or u
meeting. In fact, Mr.. Belfont, he
will not rest satisfied until you aud
he have stood before each other in
struggle of life or death"
Good Heaven, how strange! The
brother of poor Gray!" said Belfont,
adding, however, when he had reco-
vered from his astonishment, "but
why should Mr.. Gray seek my life?"
"He believes yon to be the MUIR
derer of his brother"
Maddened by the unexpected re-
vival of the old shame, he became
mad. Fool, fool" exclaimed Bel
font, "was not the impossibility of
his having fallen by my hand
proved?"
"No; but simply that he died by o
bayonet. which was easily hidden by
the murderer.
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