The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1881-02-05
seconds. These finally put an end to the fan


tastic encounter.
Then San Maato said tn de P:
go and see madame, your mother. She
will explain what You do not understand"
Let us tell another story of him while we are
at 1.-THE story of another duel, hut d tferenl
kind They were fighting with sabres. The
adversary was the Count De B., the most
remarkable sabreur of that time. San Malata
was much less skilled. lie took his weapon
in both hands and charged turiously upon DE-
B., who retired, defending himself, They
were called back to their positions. De -
was disarmed. A third time the encounter
lcommenced, and san Malato's sabre broke of
about thirty ceutimctres from the hit. New.
erthcless De b continued the fight, and
the seconds allowed him to do So Then San
Malato became furious. He flung himself tor.
ward, wounded the Count De b desperate
ly with the stump of his weapon, and as a
lesson gave severe slash to all the seconds,
commencing with his own
Nearly Ill of his dues have had political
origin, so that he hates politics, and anyone
who talks politics before hun becomes his enc.
my. lIe has three ahectons-threc things
which he adOres God, his mother, and his
son. Is not tins truly worthy Of D'Artagnan
need not speak Of his profession, which lie
loves passionatcly. The love which swords.
men nave 10Y lutlI SNbluS ilus ioIS bSth p'o-
verbal. When he speaks of 1t, the tenderness
OF his speech borrows Il greater charm from
the sweetness of his native touguc-a rare
comminglng of cares and frankaess Tor an
Italian nature.
His mission he holds and openly declares to
be the development OF peculiar ideas upon The
field of honor. According to him the really
brave man feels his moral and physical
strength doubled when he has thrown oil his
coat, and he assures us that he never managed
his weapon more SIiliully than in duel.
To observe those muscles of steel; that sin
envy supplencSS, one cannot help anticipating
panther leaps and terrible surprises But the
real danger docs not he there; and 1t Is not
possible with such a man to seek points de re.
perc from the lesson Of preceding encounters.
Sometimes, like IL veteran swordsman, he relies
wholly upon science, and leaves nothing to
chance; sometimes, with the fire of youth OF
Is, he gives free rein to all the resources of the
most vivid Imagination. He has studied the
methods of all schools, ana appears to have ar
rived nj perfection in each In fine, we shall
soon see that for ourselves; for We are not oil
like the Sicllian brigands.
One day, when San Malato was riding in
his carriage, a band OF bandits appeared upon
the road. They stopped the vehicle and throt'
tied the coachman Then the chief OF the
band put his mead and his blunderbuss in at
the window and cried in his cavernous voice
Get out, all of you'll"
San Malato, always leaning upon his elbow
in anguorous mood, exclaimed in voice OF
exquisite hau:cur:
"Spread your cloaks upon the ground; |
might soil my feet getting down.
san Malato! San Malato" yelled the brig
ands, and they fled IN terror.
! may appear to be relating fiction; but
this is historical truth: all the Italian papers
mentioned it. But | only wanted to point out
difference. We cry, San Malato! San Ma
la,o" but far from flying, we shall all rush tc
meet him En- gard maintcnar,