The Sunday herald. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1866-1887, 1882-11-19

The club Of the FratcrnoIe, with which NJ
de Graves deals, was, as has been said, found.
ed in the 1880 period in Bordeaux. and the
things which led to its being founded were
such things as these; The Comte dc Lar.
illiere, one Of the well-born among the bret
tetrs, met one day in the street a business
man named Castera, walking with his young
and pretty wife. He advanced to him, and
said, with polite bow, "I beg your pardon,
but have made bet with my friend here,
whom beg to introduce TO you, that would
kiss your wife while she was walking with
you here the other man turned livid--
after having given you a slap i'm the face -
Castera fought him next day with pistols.
The Counts first shot hit Castera on the
right ear, his second on the left. Before the
third he said, "Cette fois ie ferai mouohe, -
and with the third he shot Castera through
the eye. Castera was avenged in manner
dramatic enough. One night, "a Larilliere
sat in his iavorite seat in the cafe, while
masked ball was going on hard by, q stranger
in domino and mask came MP TO him, over
turned his glass of punch, and ordered glars
OF oreeat instead. LarlliGre, for the first
time in his life, turned pale and cried (:
You scoundrel, you don't know who am. -
ooh, yes" the stranger replied, know
who you are quite well i" and with the words
forced him down into the chair from which
he had risen. The orgeat was brought, and
the stranger, holding pistol to Larilicrc's
head, said, "Unless you drink this oil |
shall blow out your brains on the spot if
you drink IL OF, will do you the honor of
fighting you tomorrow" With the sabre. :"
cried Larillcre, who had lately been practic-
ing with that arm. =" How you like said
the stranger. Then, az Inrillicre drank of
the orgeat, he added, al have humbled you
enough tonight put of killing you
till tomorrow. The morrow came, the
adversaries met, aud Larlliere found
that he had met his match. The stranger
left him not moments breathing space but
never followed up his attacks, until at
last Larillere cried insolently, "when are
you going to kill ma ?" Now" said the
stranger for the first time using his sabre
like duelling-sword, and lunging straight
through Larilliere's heart. Masses were
said in the churches Of bordeaux for this
man, who kept his name secret, and who
had rid the town of its scourge.
This however, was before the days of the
Frd'crpHc; and yet more terrible duels took
place before the Rationale was founded,
One was between the two principal brottcurS
of the place, and was a duel which began,
without witnesses, in bedroom, and was
continued from time to time until Claveau
having deliberately killed his infamous
friend, actompliCe, and subsequently enemy,
Marquis de Lignano, i'll pistol duel, ended
his own career by suicide. In one of the
duels with swords between them Clavcau,
who had good reason for hating the Marquis,
made feint at his breast and nailed his
right foot to the ground with his sword.
Another series of remarkable duels took
lain Ian L.. Al.
torncNo between its president, NJ. de Capail-
Ian, and mysterious German baron. At
the first encounter no sooner was the word
" Parte2 " given than Capaillan fell help
less with n wound in the chest cit was
simply straight lunge," said the other
coolly. Capaillan was fine swordsman.
like the friends who had accompanied him,
and they were all puzzled and angry,
though there was no suspicion of trickery on
the part OF the German As soon as Capail-
Ian had recovered they met again, and ex-
actly the same thing happened again. A
third time Capailan challenged the German,
and this time he parted the fatal lupge de
livered the moment the word was given.
For few seconds the two swords met and
avoided each other with lightning rapility.
Then the Baron lungcd, and touched Ca
paillan on the upper ARM Capaillan
dropped on his right knee, and porta un
coup de seconde bas, allongea furieusement
lie bras, ct frappa son ennemi on plerne poi
trine. ''-.Sufurddy Reriep