Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1872-11-14

! do not swallow this glass OF orgeat,
will blow out your brains with as little
computations as that of dog. Should
you, however perform my bidding,
will then do you the honor of fighting
with you tomorrow morning"
with the sabre 2" asked Larilliere,
in paroxysm Of rage.
"With whatever weapon you please, y
replied the stranger, disdainfully
Whereupon Lasilliere swallowed the
orgeat, with an expression of counte-
nance as though it were the dregs of a
bitter cup in deed, while every one pres
emit, preserved a deathlike silence.
The masked man satisfied with the
effect produced. by his prr6vocation, now
retired, saying to Larillere as he did SO,
in tone Of voice lotid. enough to be
heard by the 1ookers-ojIii. :.
'To day 1 have humblea yoii subj
GENTLY; tomorrow intend to take you1
life. My seconds vii! wait on you at s
o'clock TOMORROW morning. We, will
fight on the spot where you killed the
young Chevalier de c."
This was the name Of the Count eley-
enth victim.
The following morning Lariliere
found himselfin the presence of a man
no longer masked, and WHO appeared
to be some twenty five years of age.
The seconds by whom he was accompa,
MED were two common soldiers belong,
ing TO one of the regiments stationed al
the Citadel of Blaye. The bearing Of
the unknown was collected and digni-
fled, and singularly resolute. His sec
onds had brought weapons to the
ground, but Larilliere's seconds took
exceptions to them, at which scarcely a
perceptible smile passed over the stran-
gers face.
On taking his position Larillie
turned toward the second nearest To
him, and said in an undertone: "For
once, l believe l have found my equal. u
The combat commenced. At the
first passes the Count was confirmed in
his opinion that he had to deal with a
skillful adversary. However, his cour-
age did not fail him; though there were
times when he seemed to lose his ac-
customed composure. Lungings and
parryings succeeded each other with ia:
pidity on both sides. Larilliere desir-
GUS Of bringing the affair to close, had
already tried the finishing thrust two OF
three times, but only to find his sword
turned by his adversary's blade. Har-
raised at finding his efforts unavailing,
he insolently remarked to his opponent
''well, sir, at what hour do you intend
to kill me-"
There was momentary silence bro
ken only by the clash of the two swords
Then the stranger who seemed to have
profted by that slight interval to assure
himself that the advantage lay, decided
ly with him,quictly replied to Larillier'i
last question. Immediately" Saying
which, he thrust the point Of his sword
between the ribs of his adversary, who
sprang backward, tottered and sank in
to the arms ofhis nearest second. Put
ting his right hand to his wound, the
count said, with difficulty: ''That sir
is not sabre cut it is a thrust with
the point-with the sabre / feared, nc
one" In few moments be fell back
dead.
The stranger now advanced politely
toward the seconds of his victim, and
inquired if he was at liberty to depart. :,
"Willyou at least tell us your our maine maine
asked they; in reply.
Larilliers opponent proved to be one
Of the young officers of the garrison at
Blaye. When the fact Of the death be-
came generally known in Bordeaux
many mothers of families actually had
masses said, in thankfullness to the AL
mighty for having delivered them from
so Dreadful scourge.