The Arizona champion., 1890-10-11
eLIMPsEs OF ALL NIGHT LIFE.
In Paris American" Restaurant-A
 Bloodless Spanish Duel.


 Bloodless Spanish Duel.
 At 3 o'clock we find an American restaurant fairly decorous. Between it and the closed cafe on the entresol we shall soon hear rival pianos issuing com plex melodies, and, if we went through the richly furnished rooms we would see many a devils dance, danced humor- ously enough, too. The restaurant IS one of the richest, as go the trappings, in the city. It has the incandescent light, which is only intermittently discharged, after the idea of the galvanic battery. When conversation ebbs or the spirits of the guests are evidently oozing, the watchful guardian of the plant touches the electric key, and instantly the im- mense room, with all its scintillating Cb- jects, is ablaze like fairy palace. The collaboration produced begins with a chorus of awakening, long drawn ''Ah's!" breaks into tempest of talk, and imme- diately there are renewed orders for re- treatments, and a replenishment of the frappe decanters all around. Then the light is graded impercephbly to its mini mum, insensibly carrying the hilarity of the crowd off with it into the dynamo, and exploded again with the same re- suit, repeated and repeated, until the nights indulgence is finished.
 Meanwhile, as the hours grow on, there are certain sputterings like to quarrels. Two obstreperous Frenchmen, at differ ent times, are thrust down the stairs, per suasively. Rarely does downright fisti- cuffs occur, the garcon tells us. The tables are occupied, except two at the door. Near us, on one side, is an actress from the Comedie Franchise, enjoying lunch with three critics and deputy. To disconcert eaVesdroppers the conver sation is chopped up into French, Rus sian, English, German and Italian. Could some of the Parisian stars listen their fingers ends would itch. On the other side, at double table, are three young Spaniards, two Spanish women, and two French women, the latter plainly dis tressed at their inability to keep pace with the liquid cross fire of their com panions. Frequently we hear ''Antonio" appealed to-a handsome youth, dreamy eyed. though active, who is evidently the host, for he is circling the empty champagne bottles about the table in a most lavish way. Another lad, of Mo rocco cast, small as church mouse, and fussy, has been crushed by Antonio so often, in his fits of generosity, that be- tween his wounded vanity and his want of brains he is dangerously irritated.
 At this moment two black bearded men and two salIow women enter and take seats near the door. Instantly, like a gunpowder flash, the two Spanish groups have flared up. An old feud! The women cling, while the men fire volley upon yolley at one another-of words. This is exactly what the Morocco warrior pined for. Up he goes on to the table, and down crash the bottles and glasses, he after them. Nothing short of duel will do He rushes over to our table. Are we his friends? Of course we are. Will we second him? Nothing would give us greater pleasure, unless, perhaps, his fall. His card! He searches franti- caily, but to no purpose, for one of the women pushes him away, and they all implore us not to encourage duel, which we assure them we hadn't the remotest intention of doing. And during this little negotiation something very singular has come to pass, for as we look off into the room, behold there in the center is the aspiring duelist and his intended op- ponent hugging in a hysterical, fearful friendship, and Antonio playing a similar engagement with the other enemy. Bah! they even fall to kissing, and then the two belligerent parties, all wet smiles now, seat themselves in one group and resume pleasantries.-E. D. Cowen's Paris Letter in Chicago News.