Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1891-06-12
SHEPHERDSTOWN W. VA. FRIDAY JUNE II, 1891

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and picking up a pistol, marked two
bulrs-eyes in rapid succession.
His third bullet went just above,
however, an iGch, at least, to the
right.
Your pistol is a little heavy on the
trigger, monsieur" said voice be
hind him
Turning quickly he recognized
Wainwright, who was standing quiet
ly by, smile full of meaning in his
blue eyes, as Ferrier. quite diseon-
certed now, fired again and missed
for the second time.
At this nom mt side door in the
gallery opened, and, scrupulously at
tired, holding in either hand Il long
dueling pistol of American manufac-
ture, came Scott, who, being intro
duced to the audience. bowed, while
NJ. Maupassant said:
Monsieur Scott has kindly con
sented to give us an exhibition with
the pistol.
Mr.. Scott bowed again. and so much
was the attention OF the audience
riveted upon him that no one noticed
Wainwright, standing quietly against
the wall, feeling cautiously with his
hands behind him for a small, round,
white object.
Mr.. Scott bowed once more pro
foundly to his distinguished audience.
Especially did he extend his saluta-
ton to that portion of the room
where, pale as death, now sat the
thoroughly alarmed NJ. Ferrier, and
who in the redoubtable American
marksman had recognized the man he
had insulted at the Cafe Ricci.
Il will now give you an imitation, ~
said Scott in an ofT-hand manner, "of
a Western cowboy practicing on the
head of a ten-penny nail AT fifty PAGES.
| will fire first at the large bulls eye,
so as to get my hand in.
He lifted the two long dueling pis-
tolls and fired from them alternately,
pulling the triggers like lightning.
Above the ncise OF the explosions
could be heard the tinkIing of the
bells as each bullet struck fair and
square in the center.
When the smoke cleared away not
a mark was visible on the white por-
ton of the target. He had fired
twelve shots and every bullet had
struck the bulls eye.
Scott turned and bowed modestly
10 his audience in acknowledgment
of Il vocferous round of appause.
AS before, he glanced over to the
seat occupied by NJ. Ferrier. The
Frenchman's face looked more anX-
ious than ever, and he exchanged
hurried whispers with his second.
Il will now show you, gentlemen,
continued Scott, "a somewhat more
difficult feat"
He took a pistol and threw t to-
ward the ceiling, and catching it in
his hand as it descended, pulled the
trigger.
Aloud ringing of the bellannounced
that the bullet had again struck the
bull's-eye.
Mon Dieur' whispered Ferrier,
who was now in a clammy sweat
through fear. He will drop ne at
the first shot.
Scott now took small Winchester
rifle from the hands of NJ. Maupassant,
and placing it over his shoulder
turned his back to the target, and
faced large mirror where the same
was reflected.
Starting from the firing point and
walking slowly toward the mirror, he
fixed his eye steadfastly on the re-
fection Of the target and rapidly
worked the crank of the Winchester.
As before. every one Of the sixteen
bullets struck the bulls eye and the
bell was ringing almost continuously.
4 perfect hurricane Of applause
now shook the gallery. NJ. Maupas-
SAINT smiled all over, and several
French gentlemen left their seats and
crowded around the American, offer
ing their congratulations at the mar
velous skill which he had displayed.
Among these latter was the second
of NJ Ferrier.
'Of course, we shall meet you, Mon
sieur Scott, he said, but we trust
YOU will spare US Nobody has a
chance who stands no before you
Hewas evidentlya as much frightened
as his principal.
Now was Wainwright's opportunity.
He stepped forward and said to the
little group:
"Gentlemen, can't this matter be
patched up in some way? You see
the kind of shot NY friend is. He
hates TO take life
III see what | can do, said NJ.
Terriers second, eagerly, and he
dived over to his principal.
We'll, if you won't apologize you re
an idiot. This time tomorrow you
will be in the hands OF the under
taker. tell you I'll have nothing to
do with this murder"
This settled poor Ferrier. Choking
down his humiliation, he stammered
out:
well, you may apologize for me il
you like. Its a dreadful thing to do,
but suppose l must. | certainly
can't afford TO die at my age and with
my prospects. But ! shall never hold
up my head at the club again.
Ferrier's second then rendered a