The Florida agriculturist., 1889-08-07


"Dupee rushed at him and struck him
with his fist. They began to fight; but
my brother was the stronger, and he
struck Dupee in the face, so that he fell
over chair Then the others separated
them; and my brother, after moment,
forgot his anger, and wanted to make
friends with Dupee again, but Dupee
would not for while, but the others
urged him, until at last he laughed and
came and shook hands with my brother,
and pretended that he was quite recon
ciled; but he said afterwards to one of
the young men that he would be even
with Nolen yet.
''They had been on the point of break
ing up, but after this they got to drink
ing and talking again; and Dupee came
and sat down by my brother, and kept
filling his glass for him, but only pre-
tending to drink himself, until my
brother got quite intoxicated and acted
foolishly. 1t was then after midnight,
and the young men began to go home.
and Dupee said he would see my brother
to his lodgings My father and mother
and myself were not in New York just
then; we had gone down to southern
watering place on account Of my mother
being delicate, and Jerrold was staying
in furnished rooms in boarding house.
HE and Dupee started off together
after leaving the others. My brother
could walk, but he was not fit to take
care of himself. The boarding house
was on West Twenty third street, some
way down The door had a covered
porch to it and was nearly on a level
with the sidewalk. 1t was a winter
night, but there was no snow on the
ground.
''It was not quite o'clock in the morn
ing when they left the restaurant to-
gether. At o'clock the policeman whose
beat was on that part of Twenty third
street saw some one lying in the porch
of the boarding house. He examined
and found that he was in evening dress,
with an overcoat on; he was insensible
and his pockets were empty. There did
not seem to be any mark of violence on
him. The policeman thought he was in
sensible from drink. He knocked up
the people in the house, and when he
found that my brother lived there helped
to take him up to his room. But there
was a physician living in the house, and
he came and looked at my brother and
saw there was something wrong. At
last he found a bruise on his head, be-
hind the ear, made with some blunt in
stFument, for the skin was not cut, but
it had produced concussiOn of the brain.
Towards dawn he partly recovered con-
sciousness, and when he was asked about
his injuries he mumbled something about
Dupee; but they could not get anything
definite from him. A telegram was sent
to us at Old Point Comfort, where we
were stopping. My mother was too i'll
to move stayed with her, and my father
went on at once, but he arrived too late
My brother
Her voice faltered, and she broke off.
The story had been told with entire sim
plicity, but with intense vividness and
earnestness The scenes which she de-
scribed seemed to be before her as she
spoke, and the emotion which she had
striven to repress broke forth at last in
few quick sobs. She soon controlled
herself and added, my father had an
inquest held; the young men who had
been present at the supper were called
upon to testify, and they told of the
quarrel and the apparent reconciliation,
and it was shown that Horace Dupee was
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