The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-01-29

came in, craW.ed up, aud TO tho aston
lsll'nent OF Mr.. Sothcrn's last guest.
| resumed their places. As each ono an
pcarcd Mr.. Sotllern gave him siy
wink ono OF those famous Dundrea,:y
w1nEs youhave seen on tho stauc~..as q
much as to say "Keep quiet, oid fel-
low" until the whole partv were ~.
seated and the dinner proceeded ~
usual. Down to this hour not one of
those gentlemen has ever succeeded in
getting Mr.. Sothcrn to explain where
tho joke was Oh English.
TIE LEE HOAX.
One Of the most extraordinary bis
Of '>plcosantry" he ever conceived had
most natural origin. Mr.. A. NJ.
Palmer, of the Union Square Theatre,
Mr.. SothcrM and Mr.. Ice, the husband
OF Adelaide Nelson, were lunchinr in
| browns restaurant, when Mr.. Lee in
cidcn:ally commenting or thc Amcri-
can habit Of carrying pistol, aired
his knowledge Of what an English
swell would lo ira ruflian assaulted
hlnl--raiSc his hand quietly and knock
him down. Florence Glanced to cn-
ter the room and presently Dan BRYANT
amt NelSe Seymour braccd each other
at the bar. Solhcrn whispered to
Florence and almost immediately what
seemed q fearful row began. IN vain
Palmer sought to pacify Florence. In
vain Lee endcavored to persuade Soth-
ern to be quiet. Everybody in the place
bcrame involved. Seymour laid hold
OF Browns carving knife and threaten
ell murder. All hands yelled, shouted
and screamed. The place was Bcdlam
and poor Lee. as white as his shirt,
sought the protection Of the bar. Pres
entity peace was restored. Tho COM
batants shook hands. Wine was Or
dered and Sothorn invited one and all
TO zine with him on the following
SUNDAY. They did. Mr.. Sothcrn pre-
sided, the guest Of the evening, Mr..
Lee, sitting at the right, Nelso Scy-
mour at the foot Of the table and Dan
Bryant at the left. The guests were
all in evening dyess. The dinner was
sulnptuouS one and well served; the
vines were of rich and rare vintages.
Hardly smile ripplcd over the face
OF any one present, although indeed
scme remark was made v hen Mr..
Gaylor took from under his coat pa
per batt!e-axc-the broad blade being
covered with tintoil-such as is used
to XIII tyrahts' on the stage. While
tue soup was being served Mr.. Neil
Bryant drew from beneath tie back
collar of his coat dirk knife, the
blade of which was ovcra foot long,
which he solemnly unclaspcd and
placed beside his plate. Mir. Chris
Connor took six shooter from his
coat-tail pocket, and laid it down care
lessly on the table. Mr.. Lee looked
around in bewildcrcd way. Nclsc
Seymour drew scythe from under
the table and then 81 poiccman's club,
and laid them in the middle of the
board. At this MIR. Lee began to
move very uncasily, and whispered to
his friend. Mr. Sothcrn:
"Old fellow, wha: does this mcan?'
"kecp quiet" replied Sothcrn, sit
is as / lave feared. These gentlemen
have been drinking and they have
quarrcllca about friend Of theirs, a
Mr.. Wcymyss Jobson, quite an cmi-
ncnt scholar, and q very cstimnblc
gentleman; but hope, for our sakcs,
that they will not attempt to settle
their quarrel here. 1t is dreadful, but
hope. dcHr boy, that they will 20
away quietly and have 10 row. II is
fashion they have here to settle their
disputes at table or. wherever they
g3fGtts, All "a" """ Il" move 'S +" "''"i'
"But there will be. murder here.
Cam we not notify The police of their
intcntionS:I
'lmpossihlc, my dear fellow" an
sWcrcd Sothcrn, in u distressing whis-
per. "Wcrc you even TO he suspected
by these men Of attempting to leave
The room YOU wond br shot like n
dog, and no satisfaction would ever be
given your relatives i'm q court of. JUS
ticc.' BY this time Mr.. Iloc was
thoroughly aroused, and in no mood
for tasting even the first course.
"wHAT AN INTERNAL COUNTRY"
he said, in whisper. For few mo-
mcntS the regular banquet business
went on, when suddenly row arose
at the lower end Of the table, and Mr..
Neil Bryant, springipg to his feet,
iicrccly exclaimed: "Whocvcr says
that the History Of the French Rcvo-
ln!i"n' written by my friend, David
Wrymyss JobSon, is not as good a
book in every respect as that written
by Tom Carlyle on the same subject, is
liar. thief, and if there is any fool
present who desires to take it up | am
his man"' All the guests rose sud-
denly and every one Grasi'cd his wcap
on. Chris Connor ronrcd, as. he seized
his pistol, "You arc another, Bryant,
and by my hnlidomc will prove it on
your trcachcrous budy.' Then shots
were fired and the room was filed
with smohc and.nproar. Several of the
guests clinchcd and struggled, and
Nclsc Seymour, while struggling
across the table, thrust his foot into the
ri|hi-Quart soup tnrccn, made Il wild
plunge, bnt was Knocked down. and
then found it impossible 70 release his
f!ot from the vessel. Mr. Lee ran to
the door, bu, the consIira!ors had
locked it. Billy Florence thrust long
knife into Lees hands and cried out,
"Deicnd YOURSELF. This is bntchcry'--
sheer butchcry" Sothcrn kept say
ing continually to him, "Kccp cool and
don't get shot This is awful IA thou
sand pardons--l am a stranger in the
country, and ] had no expectation of
meeting these demons at Il dinner Civ
en- to my fricnd!" The hotel in the
meantime had been alarmed, and the
guests and walters outside were max
! inc front 4. pDIpoynrs tn lrnnl- I,pon