The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1880-10-28
"ae" ~~s's PICKENs, s. q THURSDAY OCTOBER 2S 1880

Oscar Phelps walked up beside Leslie
Barton and addressed him In sneeriu0
tones, a,f s.t. --m.E..ur A. r.. =
-" I say, young what's-your-name, yotl
always seem to know your French pretty
well, I think TIL give you dollar
wyeek, to post me tip in a1l the difficult
translations. :. ". .ra 0',.'s13'--' -
Leslie Barton turned toward him with
an angry light in his bright, black ewes,
and, regarding him with naughty stare
for moment, asked in q voice which he
In vain attempted to make sound natu-
raj NN'''>>
Did you speak to me, sir?"
Oscar smiled in most SARCASTIC and
tantalining manner, as he replied:
Yes, did it hurt you?"
4" You will please remember. then.
Sir, tnat my name is Leslie Barton. and
unless you can call me by that name
and be more respectful In your manner
when addressing me, I would infinitely
prefer that you would not speak to me
at ALL" =
And, as he finished speaking. he
walked away to his room. Oscar looked
after him for moment, then, turning
to me, he asked:
"Who the devil is that fellow, any
way? One would think from the way
he acts that it was necessary to remove
ones cap when speaking to him" ..
'" His name is Leslie Barton, as he
has just informed you," I replied, "and
that is all 1 know of him. -: E'
Know where he's from2''
"No."
1t strikes me have met him some-
where before. but curse me if I can re-
collect where it was. Well, no matter.
LII learn him before he leaves this
school that it is better to have Oscar
Phelps friendship than his enmity."
X
Months passed, and it was drawing
near the close of the term. l had never
heard Leslie Barton and Oscar Phelps
exchange word since the occasion pre-
Viously mentioned. They seemed to
avold each other by mutual consent. and,
though L had been unable to fathom the
mystery that was satisfied connected
these two, yet hoped that they would
separate at the end of the term without
having had any trouble with each other.
but ! was disappointed, as the SEQUEL
will show.
One Saturday, just before the COM
mencement, Leslie Barton met me as I
was on my way to my room, and asked
me II we could have few minutes pri-
vate conversation together. I replied
I'D the affirmative, and invited him to
accompany me to my room, secretly
wondering what he could want of me.
After locking the door to preclude the
possibility of an intrusion, we seated
ourselves, and I waited impatiently to
hear what his business was.
After II few moments. during which
time he appeared lost in thought. he
suddenly looked up and asked
Carl =, are you friend to me "
,"Certainly, Barton" replied; "but
why do you ask ?"
&C! have favor-a very great favor
to ask OF you. You are the only one I
nave been on anything like intimate
terms with since [ have been here, and
yet L hardly think our acquaintance has
been OF sufficient length to justify me in
exPecung the favor L am about to So
hcit."
Anything I can possibly do for vol,
Will be done oheerfully, Barton" r re-
pned, anxious to know what it was he
wished me to do. ~. -.
Again he was silent for brief time.
At length he spoke: .., -
Oarl, l am to fight duel this even-
ing" '--' 0'0
"The devil you are /" exclaimed,
sprnglng up from my chair.
YES" he replied, this evening at 8
"With whom ?" T asked, having some
what recovered from the astonishment
his words had caused.
With Oscar Phelps. The arrange
ments are all made between us. We
are to fight In the cedar grove lust be-
yond the college grounds, with pistols
at ten PAGES distance. What I want ia
tor you to act as my second. Will you
"But, Barton" asked, "haye Won
thought Of what the consequences may
be? I have heard that Phelps is dead
shot with pistol"
II have thought of everything" he
replied. "You will be surprised Carl
when L tell you came here to hunt this
man. Oscar Phelps he calls himself
out that Is not his real name what his
name is, no matter. For two years I
nave been seeking him, and only acci-
dentally found that he was here under
an assumed name. He has wronged me
SO deeply. that only his life can atone
tor the injury. My name is not Leslie
Barton, and am not what seem. I
might tell you the story of my life, but
1T would do no good, and it better rest
untold. Phelps has no idea that am
the one whom he so foully wronged in the
years gone by, and I have no wish that
he should know it. One of us, perhaps
both, may fall for, as you say, Phelps
Is good shot, but he has none the ad-
vantage OF me in that respect"
Nov, Carl, knowing what you do,
VIII you act as my second in this affair