The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1878-03-08

WneQ TWO ItuOWb DeBuu bnOCLlHg, duu
one of them shot him through the leg.
A few days later two men passed each
other in Canal street. One of them
looked at the other; they turned, drew
their pistols and began firing. Neither
of them was touched, but lady in the
neighborhood got bullet through the
calf of her leg. Both of these occur
rences were chronicled In short, face
tious article in the morning newspapers.
One OF the most famous of the old
time duelists of New Orleans, the cham
pion swordsman and pistol shot, is still
living. His name is Papa Lulu. had
heard much of him, for he had been
principal and second in sixty-odd duels.
One day a friend volunteered to introduce
me. We took street-car, rode down to
Old Town, through the French quarter
"a part of the city which has not
changed for 100 years, except to grow
more dilapidated-across Elysian Fields,
until we saw cemetery few squares
away. We left the street-car and walked
to the cemetery. 1t is beautiful spot,
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 a tomb
stone shop and 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 Lulu as a gentleman
from the North, who had a curiosity to
see his armory. We were invited to his
house. We passed back from the street,
through narrow alley, between the
tombstone 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 man painted on it. The body
and the head were splotched with bullet
marks. 1 was subsequently informed
by Papa Lulu that he regularly kept
up his pistol practice. 81 always
shoot" he said, sin 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 armory, low frame building,
about ten feet square. As we entered,
Papa said to me in whisper, "When
does it come Off" L laughingly in
Termed him that it was simply curiosity
that brought me there, not business. A
ten-pound keg of powder, and 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 three-cornered grooved sword they
call coatIisSe Dlaiade. A large case.
with glass doors, took up one-half of the
side of the room. It was filed with guns
and pistols-double-b arreled shot guns,
double barreled smooth bores of cele-
brated Spanish makers, Mississip-
pi yagers, Kentucky squirrel rifles, one
or two Mimic muskets, and q Spencer
and Winchester, repeating carbines,
and at least a dozen pairs of dueling-
pistols, some with hint-locks, others
changed from flint to locks,
and still others of more modern make.
One pair appeared to be Llulu's pets. l
was informed that they were Spanish
barrels. which he had picked up for a
mere song, only costing him, as he said,
$50. They had cost in Spain, years ago,
at least $3.50. In handling them, 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 I asked what they meant.
With apparent surprise at my ignorance,
Lulu told me that it was custom
among ;uelists to cut nick on the pis-
toll stock for every saan killed. asked
when the freshest one had been made.
"Oh" said he, with nonchalance,
"that was year or so ago."
"Tell me about it," / said
"Well, said he, quietly, "you know
few years ago J. issued a challenge to
all the Cubans who call themselves
patriots in this country. 1t was not ac-
cepted for quite while. Finally man
came here and 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.
"The word was given" he continued.
ct 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
standing with his side to me, thus pre-
senting less surface to aim at. But, "
said he, with quick chuckle, "that's
an old game, and / was not to be caught.
Finally he turned full face 10 me, took
one step, when I let him have it, and he
dropped"
"Did you kill him ?" 1 asked.
"Well, said Lulu, in a quiet tone OF
voice, "he died"
" Have you been out since p / asked.
"No," said Lulu, "but I've had one
or two street fights SINCE"
"How did they occur9"
CT was standing one day. he an
swered, Gin front of my shop out here.
1t was just after a funeral-that's my
cemetery acioss the street." he inter ect-
ed" when two fellows came along. 1
noticed they looked hard at me. Just
as they came near where / was standing
one of them dropped behind, and tn,
other walked by quickly. / had nv eye