Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-07-29

and who in the redonbtable American
marksman had recognized the man he had
insuited at the Cafe Ricci
81 will now give you an imitation" said
Scott, in an ofrhand manner, "of western
cowboy practicing on the head of ten
penny nail at fifty PAGES | will fire first at
the large bulls eye, so as to get my hand
ln."
He lifted the two long duelling pistols
and fired from them alternately, pulling
the triggers like lightning. Above the
noise of the explosion could be heard the
tinkling of the bells as each bullet struck
fair and square in the center.
When the smoke cleared away not
mark was visible on the white portion of
the target. He had fired twelve shots and
every bullet had struck the BULBS eye.
Scott turned and bowed modestly to his
audience in acknowledgment of a yocifer-
GUS round of applause.
! AS before, he looked over to the seat oc-
cupied by NJ. Ferrier The Frenchman's
face looked more anxious than ever, and
he exchanged hurried whispers with his
second.
"Pil now show you, gentlemen" con
tinued Scott, "a somewhat more difficult
! feat"
| He took pistol and threw it toward the
ceiling, and, catching it in his hand as it
descended, pulled the trigger.
! A loud ringing of the bell announced
that the bullet had again struck the bulbs
eye.
"Mon Dieul' whispered Terrier, who was
now in clammy sweat through fear. "He
will drop me at the first shot"
| Scott now took a small Winchester rife
from the hands of NJ Maupassant, and,
| placing it over his shoulder, turned his
/ back to the target and faced a large mirror
where the same was reflected
/ Starting from the firing point and walk
| ing slowly toward the mirror, he fixed his
eye steadfastiy upon the reflection of the
target aud 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
/ A perfect hurricane Of applause now
shook the gallery. NJ. Maupassant smiled
| all over, and several French gentlemen left
! their seats and crowded around the Amer
| lean, Offering their congratulations at the
marvellous skill which he had displayed.
Among the latter was the second of M.
! Ferrier
OF course we shall meet you, NJ. Scott"
he said, but trust you will spare us. No
/ body has a chance who stands up before
you"
He was evidently as much frightened as
his principal.
/ Now was Wainwrights opportunity He
stepped forward and said to the little group:
''Gentlemen, can't this matter be patched
up in some way1 You see the kind of a
shot my friend is lie hates to take lifen
"Pll see what can do" said M. Terriers
second eagerly, and he diyed over TO his
principal.
"Well, if you won't apologize you're an
idiot This time tomorrow you will be in
the hands of the undertaken. | tell you
I'll have nothing to do with the murder"
This settled poor Terrier. Choking down
his humiliation, he stammered out:
"Well, you may apologize for me if you
like. It's a dreadful thing to do, but
suppose must 1 certainly can't afford to
die at my age, and with my prospects; but
| shall never hold up my head at the club
again"
Terriers second then rendered a hand
some apology to Scott, who, with mag
nanimity which provoked applause, there
upon Immediately apologized also, which
so affected NJ Terrier that, after the fashion
of his coUBtTymeH, be would have thrown
himself on NJ. Scott's breast and wept
And thus was the duel between NJ. Scott
and NJ. Terrier neatly averted by the in.
genuity of NJ. Wainwright.
NJ. Maupassant was a distinct gamer by
the hoax, for in addition to the splendid
reputation it gave his gallery, he imme
diately received the remaining go francs
from NJ. Wainwright. The electric bell,
wire and batteries which Wainwright had
purchased that morning, and with the aid
of the ingenious mechanic put in such ad'
mirabie working order, were also given by
Wainwright to the worthy proprietor OF
the gallery, whe instantly disposed of the
whole outfit for cash, even to the little
button which Wainwright had pressed SC
efficiently every time his friend Scott fired
off his blank cartridges,
And Scotti
Well, he was the hero of Paris for NJ
least a fortnight, and was pointed out on
the boulevards as the greatest shot in the
world. His popularity continued until a
ballet dancer in black skirts caught the
public fancy and cut him out And thus
it is ever with "the bubble. reputation. ~
Austyn Granville in Romance.