Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1883-02-22
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VITA Il fsis.'i he asIIled aer
as yQn Ike aud the next day tlse
knightOftlle fslil iefl lhe town.
Later on II. Glarelie tells again
the pleasing story ofithe dueI be.
tween SainterBeuve and Dubois d
The Glete
SaIntes beuve appeared flpOn the
ground with I pistol = tt time q
Francis {. aud ls0lAin3 i i umEreE
Ia tit poured with rain over hi.
head. 40 al proteslaiions he AN
swered. "tientlemen. III. Duboi.
has undertaken TO Kill me to-day
NrEy well, / am wilIinn q lie XII.
led, bui, viii nol gef nel
As late ~ the days 81 Beniaulin
Constant, We find 0nething like
the conditions o.. editorial life In
the Far West prevailing I'm Paris.
Both Constant and q friend of his.
! q retired Colonel who wasa share.
holder and collaborator i'm his pa
per, Were weary Of continual chaf-
lenges and dueIs, and set 10 work
tor find some me vino should do the
editorial fighting. Such an one
was found in an old soldier, who
had served under the Colonel, and
who said fEhell the place was Of.
fered to him that he must consult
hrs wife.9fs 98ss.a ef@s9E8
You have a wife e. said the Col
oneL 4 III IlaEK i II
"Yes, sir, and three children.
"ln that case let us talk no more
of it. | will find you something
else to do"
The soldier, however, whom the
Colonel assumed eo4 ne good
fencer, insisted; his wife consent
ed, and he took the place. Two
duelS came quickly upon him, and
IN both he was wounded, and thor
oughlyIwell looked after by Con
slant and the Colonel, who show
cred presents upon his wife and
children. a third duel came, and
the Colonel said:
Come, no child's play this time.
One, two, and down with your
man." ~ - g
The old man was wounded again,
and the Colonel asked him, g What
has happened to you, Vincent!. 2.
You, 'vieux de la vielIe,' to be
three times running worsted like
this 7"
'Ah, mon Colonel" Vincent re-
piled, ~wIIat can you exDecty i
had nothing 10 do; / had a wife
and three children; you offered me
this place, which Is welI paid ~
took II. But as for fencing. Il.
know nothing whatever about it's
"VOila cette fois," says NJ. Ca
retie, ''du vrai-courage," and he
does not seem 10 be far wrong.
The club of the FratynelLd, with
which Nj. de Graves deals, was, as
has been said, founded In the 1890
period in bordeaux, and the things
which led to IFS being founded
were such as these. The Comte de
Larilliere. ohe of the wel!-born
among the Jrctteares, met one day
In the street q business man named
Castera walking with his young
and pretty wife. lie advanced TO
lllm and said, with low and DO.
lite bow:
Il be- your pardon, but / have
made a bet with my friend here,
yhom / beg TO introduce to you,
that i would kiss YOUR wife while
she was walking with your-here
the other man turned livid-."af-
ter having given you a slap in the
face
Castera fought him the next day
with pistols. The Counts first
ot hit Castera ON the right ear.
his second on the left. Before the
third he said, .'Cette fois ie feraf
mOuche," and with the third he
shot Castera through the eye
CaStera was avenged in a manner
dramatic enough
One night, as Larilliere sat in
his favOrite seat in a cafe. while a
masked ball was going on hard by,
stranger in a domino and mask
came mp to him, overturned his
glass of punch, and ordered glass
Of orgeat instead. Larilliere, for
for the first time in his life, turned
pale and cried:
You sconndrel, you don't know
who | am"
"Oh, yes" the stranger replied,
II know who you are quite well,"
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 LOnlliere's head, said
"Uuless you drink this off / will
blow out your brains on the spot:
If you drink it off, / will do YOU
the honor of fighting you to-mor-
rows
with the sabre,s cried Ioril-
liere. who had lately been practis-
ing with that arm
.'How you like said the stran-
ger. Then, rs Larilliere drank off
the orgeat, he added, II have hum
bled you enough tonight. I put
off killing you until tomorrow. /.
The morrow came, the adversaries
met, and Larilliere found that he
had met llis match.
The stranger left him not a mo-
ment's breathing space; but never
followed up his attacks, until at
last Llrilliere cried, insolently,
when are you going TO kill me ~
Z. Now. ;, said the stranger. for the