The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1878-03-21

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surrounded by high brick wall. The
tombs of the people who can afford it
are built above the ground. Across the
street from the cemetery was tomb
stone shop and a flower garden. In
front of the shop stood little man, not
more than five feet seven inches in
height, with thin loins, long arms,
broad STOPPING shoulders, and swarthy
complexion. was introduced to the
celebrated Papa tlu1d as a gentleman
from the North, who had curiosity to
see his armory. We were invited to his
house. We passed back from the street,
through a narrow alley, between the
tomb stone shop and the flower garden,
to neatly-kept plot of ground. AS we
passed through the gate we came face to
face with an iron target, with the out
lines OF a nian painted on it, The body
and the head were splotched with bullet
marks. [ was subsequently informed
by Papa Lulu that he regularly kept
mp his pistol practice. 81 always
Shoot he said, "in the morning, be-
fore breakfast, just to keep my hand in,
you know; there's no telling how soon
one may be called on" We were shown
into his ar1nory, low frame building,
about ten feet square. As we entered,
Papa said to he in a Whisper, "When
does it come OFF," I laughingly in
formed him that it was simply curiosity
that brought me there, not business. A
ten-pound keg OF powder. ana bars OF
lead and sacks of shot lay on
one side. Around the walls were
hung every description of sword,
from Roman sword down to the regu-
lation cavalry saber. There were fencing
foils, with and without buttons. There
were the old-fashioned broad swords,
and a three cornered grooved sword they
call a coulisse naalade. A large case,
with glass doors, took up one half of the
side of the room. 1t was filled with guns
and pistols-double-b -barreled shot guns,
double- barfeled stliooth- bores Of ce1e-
brated Spanish makers, Mississip-
pl yagers, Kentucky squirrel rifles, one
or two Mimic muskets, and a Spencer
and Winchester, repeating carbines,
and at least dozen pairs of dueling-
pistols, some with fint-locks. others
changed from flint to percussion-1ocks,
and still others of more modern make.
One pair appeared to be tlulus pets. [
was informed that they were Spanish
barrels. which he had picked up for
mere song, only costing him, as he said,
$50. They had cost in Spain, years ago,
at least $3.50. In handling them, I no
ticed several hicks cut on the stock, just
behind the pistol guard. One of the
hicks was quite fresh. This excited nay
curiosity. and / asked what they meant,
With apparent surprise at inyignorance,
Lulu told me that it was a custom
among auelists to cut nick on the pis-
toll stock for every I1an killed. I asked
when the freshest one had been made.
"Oh!' said he, with nonchalance,
" that was year or SO ago."
''1el1 he about it, said.
"Well," p" said he, quietly, "you know
few years ago I issued challenge to
all the Cubans who call themselves
patriots in this country. It was not &C
cepted for quite while. Finally man
came here and a meeting was arranged
We were to fight with dueling- pistols at
twenty yards-advance and fire, or stand
still and fire, after the word was given.
We were placed in position
And here Lulu described how COM
batants were placed on the field. right
side to each other, right foot advanced
slightly, pistol gripped firmly and point
ed to the ground.
"f7he wofd Was giteh,' lie cohtinted
81 stood still, raised my pistol, took
aim and my antagonist made several
feints as if he was going to fire, his OBJ
ject being to draw my fire while he was
with his side to me, thus pre-
senting less surface to aim at But"
said he, with a quick chuckle, {" that's
an old game, and [ was not to be caught.
Finally ho 41,,-,oal f1,I1 fooa 10
one step, when let him have it, and he
dropped"
Did you kill him % I asked.
"Well," said Lulu, in a quiet tone of
voice, che died"
"Have you been otit since ?" asked.
"No," said Lulu, ''but I've lad one
or two street fights since"
Chow did they occur?"
Twas standing one day." he an
swered, in front of my shop out here.
It was just after a funeral-that's my
cemetery across the street," he interiect-
ed" when two fellows came along. L
noticed they looked hard at me. Just
as they came near where I was standing,
one of them dropped behind, and the
other walked by quickly. had my eye
on the one who had stopped. Just then
one of the stone-cutters cried out,
Look, Papa! look ? I turned quick,
and saw that the one who had passed
was drawing a revolver. Quick as
thought l had mine out and let him have
it in the leg. He fell, and 1 turned to
see what the Uther one was about, and
he was running. / started after him,
and he threw both hands up and said,
Papa, Papa, don 't-don't shoot ="
"What became of the one you had
wounded? ?" asked.
'tWell, we carried him in the shop.
His leg was broken. and he was taken to
the hospital. I guess he got well. 1 have
never seen him since"
"What was their object in trying to
kill you?'' I, with pardonabIe curiosity,
inquired.
"Well, 1 suppose they were hired to
do it don't know. I never made any
inquiries about it. You know" he went
on, ''that my challenge to the Cubans
created a very bitter feeling toward me. :"
My companion and myself were invited
into Llulu's house, which stood a little
way back of his armory, to take glass
of wine with him. In his parlor I was
shown a gold medal which was given
him by the Captain General of Cuba at
the request of the Queen of Spain.
Lulu informed me that while youth
he was carried away from Barcelona,
Spain, by Mediterranean pirates. He
remained with them year or two; made
his escape, and came to this country.
He had been sailor, and subsequently
a fencing-master. 10 was so years of
age, but did not look to be more than
45. He showed me queer-looking pis-
tol, which he said he always carried on
election days. The barrel of it was
about eight inches long, with a bore
nearly one inch in diameter. He said it
was Spanish barrel, and would stand a