The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-12-17

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'tIll bet you that it is not" said gen
tleman with very fierce moustaches, who
stood smoking cigar before the door of
the low-roofed apartment.
faced man, turning sharp upon him, "for
this is one of Leroy's best watches. 1t cost
me two thousand francs" tfDf
"Tll bet you ten louis that it is not ono
of Leroy's Watches" said the moustached
smoker cooly.,
The red-faced man shrugged his shoul-
ders, and went into the travellers room,
saying to me:
"Don't dine here. We can do better at
cafe"
"I'll wager you the value of the watch
that the watch is worth nothing; and if
you win you will receive what you will find
it worth your while to take" said the gen.
tleman with the moustache following us.
"I did not address my remarks to you,
SIR"
"I'll bet that you did," said the other
with the most provoking coolnoss.
The little mar, amazed by this persecu-
tion touched his forehead, to signify that
the man with the moustache was mad.
"I'll bet you don't prove that Pm mad,"
said the other.
There was pause. They looked like
two dogs waiting to be slipped for fight.
upon my word,' said the red-faced
man, "I know nothing of this fellow. He
is most impudent rascal, whoever he is
aud have good mind to make him
march off,
"I'll make you any bet you like you
don't make me march offp exclaimed the
other pulling his moustache; and I'll
further bet you anything you like that
make you take the road back to Paris, and
that, too, without any delay"
The little man, whose face was now
deep crimson with rage, blurted out:
you won't find that very easy matter,
for came here to get married"
"One hundred napoleons you do not
marry"
Sir you are an impudent scoundrel,
and will pull your nose"
"Pll make you any bet you like, you
He!"
The little man stamped with rage. He
| glared around him for some minutes in
silence, then exclaimed:
DO you want me to shoot you?'
"Ill bet you don't shoot,,me.'
"Where can we procure pistols?'' ex-
claimed the red-faced man, breathing short.
"The landlord will accommodate u.s."
answered the ether.
He hurried into the house and re-appear-
ed with box containing brace Of pistols
had hitherto treated the affair as a
joke, laughing in my sleeve at the red
! faced mans rage and the others cool in
science. But thought it was now time
to interpose.
"Gentlemen," began.
But the moustached man turned upon
me with frown.
81 believe this gentlemn to be a coward
sir" said he, "and if you interfere, l shall
conclude you are conspiring to prevent him
from proving himself coward"
said no more, but followed the two
men to lonely spot in the park, when the
cigar hero was willing to become his sec
ond.
Having loaded the pistols, we placed the
men. 1t was agreed that ! should give the
signal, which was to throw a five franc
piece in the air.
My position was a peculiarly disagreeable
one. Up to the last moment had believed
that the whole business was only rather
man with the moustache, and as my curl
osity was excited to follow this adventure
to its conclusion. l had volunteered to be
the red-faced mans second but it seemed
now that one or the other, or both must be
killed.
"Sir," said the man with the cigar, turn
ing to me, 81 believe Master Jacques to be
an honest man, but though can vouch
for his wine, can't vouch for his pistols.
Before the gentleman and make target
of one another, be SO good as to throw
that five-france piece in the air to see how
my pistol carries.
/ did as he desired, and tossed the mon
ey about seven yards high.
heard the report of pistol, and the
piece of money fell indented.
"Bet," said the man with the nous
tache "that pierce that leaf vibrating at
the extremity Of yonder bough."
And before the other could answer the