The Brookhaven leader., 1886-01-21


fell, little attention was paid to that, al
the grass would wither and die in the
winter and a new crop sprout in the
spring. And 80 the stains were left un.
disturbed,
1t was not very long after that Mr..
Bienvenu challenged Judge Phillips, 8
practicing lawyer, and had the satisfac.
ton OF receiving a favorable answer te
his cartel.
Again shotguns, loaded with ball.
were the weapons, and the identical spot
where the Rhett- Cooley duel was fought
was chosen. Once more Carson Nudge
was called upon to display his ability in
preparing the powder and ball. His
services were secured by the Phillips
party.
Little change had been made in the
scene about the broad lane, and to the
ordinary observer there was nothing to
show that man had been killed on the
spot where the Bienvenu party were
standing.
The reason was not the same, it is
true, and the oleanders were not bloom.
ing. Neither was the day so fine
Clouds shrouded the sun, and the trees
looked like gaunt sentinels watching
some hallowed place. The wind was
laden with the spray from the white
caps in the wavy Sound, and left g
chill upon the cheeks it kissed. as it
went moaning through the pine fos-
est beyond. 1t was nournful
scene, and the men who had gathered
there seemed impressed with the un.
canny nature of the spot and surround
ings. Winter had brought death tc
natures beauties, and man was pre-
pairing to deal death to his fellow.
The ground though, bore no marks
of struggle. Apparently all signs o.
the previous affair had been obliterated
But to one who knew, and who cared tc
look, there was a mute witness to the
deadly strife, the memory of which
still lived with those assembled.
Two blood-stained leaves were cling.
ing to stem of deer grass; the stem,
too, was slightly tinged with red, but
ON the other side we're two more leaves
as green and juicy as they were in the
spring. The cold that had interviewed
had not chilled nor withered them. The
ephemeral life of the tender summer
blades had been preserved and pro-
longed by the vivifying hearts blood of
. strong man.
Mr.. Bienvenu took his position next
to the incarnadined shrub and awaited
the word.
1t was given and the men fired.
Quickly the seconds and surgeons
rushed to each, but there was no need Of
assistance. Neither had been touched
A look of disappointment came over
the faces of two or three, but two or
three others were glad that the bullets
had sped wide of their mark
The seconds conferred and were in.
elined to bring about an amicable set
tlement.
NO." vehemently exclaimed Mr..
Bienvenu. II have not come here for
fun, nor for an apology. l came here
to fght-to kill him if I could, and 1 in.
sist upon another shot"
Judge Phillips declared he was not
anxious, nor did he care what was done;
he was in the hands of his friends.
The excitable creole was gesticulating
and declaring to his seconds that confer
ences were useless; they had agreed to
act for him, and he desired that the duel
should be to finish.
Once more the accommodating Mr..
Nudge measured his powder and
weighed his bullet. This time there was
to be no mistake. Life was in the bal.
ance and blood should flow.
The men stood with the stocks of their
guns ON their hips, the muzzles at an
angle of forty-tive degrees and the ham.
mer at full cock. Before zone" had
been called the quick creole had pulled
the trigger, and the sound of 1.-TWO" was
lost in the report of Judge Phillips
weapon.
Mr.. Bienvenu fell, raised his hand and
died.
"It is no use-he is shot through the
heart" sorrowfully said the surgeon,
and they bore him away.
His wife had lost a husband, but he
had avenged what he had pleased to
term an insult with his life.
When the duelists left the ground the
two green leaves of the deer grass were
no longer so. The dead man had fallen
to the left of the sprig, and the leaves
had dipped into his blood and taken its
color.
Four years after, the writer visited
the spot when attending another duel,
which was fought in the vicinity, and
which ended by one of the combatants
a Colichmard thrust through
the arm. The season was winter, and
everything around seemed dead but the
orange trees, with their yellow fruit, and
tl,o ~ n o.po1oS Tho c,,r,orn n N OS lOokad
gloomier than they ever did. and it
seemed as if the stranger were treading
on unholy ground.
An indefinable something impelled him
to search for the sprig Of deer grass.
There it was, keeping guard over the
ghosts of Cooley and Bienvenu. Its color
was then deep red, and its appearance
that of rusted wire. 1t was petritied.
but cemented by blood; its leaves were
as fast to the stem as when at maturity.
The winds from the Gulf had blown the /
Sound into storms, and havoc had been
made with the giant oaks and pines in
the background; but the stream which
had made human hearts beat had kept
the little shrub erect and firm.
Two years more and the tree of blood
had disappeared. Inquiry developed
the fact that an old negress, voodoo
had stolen it, and was using il
piecemeal in her fetish work. How
many innocent heads slept over that
murdered blood no one viii ever know;
old Celestine is dead.-N. Y Star.
Much is said in favor of the new
kind of bricks made from the waste sand
Of glass factories, which often accumu-