Litchfield enquirer., 1875-08-12

nOmlnanon was made secresely. in a pri- vate house, by two or three unauthorized harurnscarums fthat touched the very bOne1 who had with more caution than | propriety withheld their names. The ar tlcle was headed, 1.-The Crayfsh-eater's Ticket" It continued farther to say that, had not the publication of this ticket been regarded as dull hoax, 1t would not have been suffered to pass for two weeks un- challenged, and that it was now high time the universal wish should be realized in its withdrawal
 Among the earliest readers of this pro- ductlOn was the young Madame. She first enjoyed quiet gleeful smile over it, and then called:
 Mamie, here, take this down to Dr. MOssy-stOp." She marked the cOmmu- nlcatioa heavily with her gold pencil. ''No answer; he need not return it.
 About the same hour, and in a neigh boring street, one of the 'snot responsi- bles" knocked on the Villivicencio castle gate The General invited him into his bedroom With short and strictly pro- fane harrangue the visitor produced the offensive newspaper, and was about to be- gin reading, when one of those loud nasal blasts. so peculiar to the Gaul, resounded at the gate, and another ''not responsible" entered. more excited, if possible. than the first. Several minutes were spent Tn exchanging fierce sentiments and slapping the palm of the left hand rapidly with the back of the right. Presently there was a pause for breath
 "Alphonse, proceed to read" said the General. sitting up in bed.
 'De Cruyfsh-eater's Ticket--began Afphonse; but third rapping at the gate interrupted him. and a third .eirresponsi- ble" reinforced their number. talking loudly and wildly to the waiting-man as he came up the ball.
 Finally, Alphonse read the article. Little by little the incensed gentlemen gave 1t hearing, now two words and now three, interrupting 1t to rip out long, rasping maledictions, and wag their fore fingers at each other as they strode fero- el0usly about the apartment.
 As AlphOnse reached the close, and dashed the paper to the floor, the whole quartette, in terrific unison, cried for the blood of the editor.
 But hereupOn the General spoke with authority.
 'No, Messieurs," he said, buttoning his dresslng-gown savagely, '.you shall not fight him I forbid it-you shall notr'
 "But, cried the three at once, ''one of us must fight, and you-you cannot; if you fight our cause is losti The eandi- date must not fight"
 "Hah-h! Messieurs," cried the hero. beating his breast and lifting his eyes, grace au cieL have a son. Yes, my beloved friends, son who shall cali the villain out and make him pay for his im- pudence with blood, or eat his words in tomorrow mornings paper Heaven be thanked that gave me a son for this occa- sion! shall see him at Once-as soon as T can dress. --
 "We will go with you"
 "No, gentlemen, let me see my son alone. l can meet you at Maspero's m two hours. AdIeu. my dear friends"
 He was resolved.
 ''Au reyoir," said the dea- friends.
 Shortly after, cane in hand, General Villivicencio moved with a ireful stride up the banquette of rue Royal. Just as he passed the red brick front one of the batten shutters opened the faintest bit, and n certain pair of lovely eyes looked af- ter him, without any of that round sim plicity which we have before discovered m them As he half turned to knock at his sons door he glanced at these very shutters, but 1t was as tightly closed as though the house were an enchanted pal | ace.
 Dr. Mossy's door, on the contrary, swung aiar when he knocked, and the General entered.
 l Well. my son. have you seen that news paper? No, think not. I see you have not, since your cheeks are not red with shame and anger"
 Dr. Messy looked up with astonishment from the desk where he sat writing. 1 "What IS that, papa?" l My faith! Messy, Is it possible you have not heard of the attack upon me, which has surprised and exasperated the city this morning?"
 l ''No," said Dr. Messy, with still greater surprise. and laying his hand on the arm of his chair.
 His father put on dying look. ''My sOul!" At that moment his glance fell upon the paper which had been sent in by Madame Delicieuse. "But, Messy, my son" he screamed, ''hhcre It is." striking 1t rapidly with one inger-s'there! therel there! read iti It calls me mot responsi- bleP not respOnSiblei 1t calls mel ReadI read"
 'But. papa" said the quiet little Doc tor, rising, and accepting the crumpled paper thrust at him" have read this. II this IS 1t. we'll. then, already am pre- pairing to respond to it"
 The General seized him violently, and, spreading suffocating kiss on his face, sealed it with an affectionate oath. "Ah, Messy, my boy, you are glorious! you have begun already to writel You are gloriousi Read to me what you have writ ten, my son.
 The Doctor took mp bit of manuscript, and, resuming his chair, began:
 "Messrs. Editors: Opa your journal Of l HtEs nsOTning'-
 "Eh! how! you have not written it in English, IS 1t, son?"
 But, yes, papa"
 "Tis vile tongue, said the General; 'but, Ii It necessary-proceed." 1 NeSsFs- Editors: On yOur journal Of this DaoT1iiOg s published an editorial article upon the ViLliuicencio ticEet. aOhich. is plentiful and abundant aOith mistakes. WhO $ the author Or sUriter cf he 0JOUe said editorial article vour correspondent does Gt present ignore, but ] douOts not he fs one aChO, hGsty to form aH opinion, CiH get, hO,CeUer, Daake his | assent to the correction of some errors and l mistakes schich"-
 '.Bah!" cried the General. Dr. Messy looked up, blushing crim-
 ''BahP' cried the General, still more 1OrclOly. BetISe!
 How? asked the gentle son.
 lis all nonsentp cried the General, bursting into English. "Hal you ave to say IS: Sieur EditeursI I want you s'aIl give the nem of de indignan' scoundrel who meek some lies on you' paper about mon pere ct ses amisr
 "Ah-h! said Dr. Messy in a tone of derisiOn and anger.
 His father gazed at him in mute aston lsiiment. He stood beside his disorderly little desk, his small form drawn up, a hand thrust into his breast, and that look of 1nvincibility in his eyes such as blue eyes sometimes surprise us with.
 You want me to fight, p he said. -s s'My faithi" gasped the General, loos- ening in all his joints. T believe-you may cut me in pieces if do not believe you were not going to reason it out in the HGWGDaUGFf EICf1kS [ ~vork -@-.