Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1891-05-07

| Pierrot, with a shot in his left leg
came tunbling down through the foil.
age. He caught on lower limb and
was picked off by friends. The marquis,
meantime, manifested his disregard Cd
established precedents by wtistling
loudly from his tree top in celebration
of his triumph.
Everything was not so easy, however,
for the marquis. Gen. Fournier, hot
Bonapartist, lived also in the vicinity Of
Perigueux. He was dead shot and a
ruffian. One night, while the marquis
was presiding over a royalist banquet
in a Perigueux hotel, the general, in
full uniform, entered the room, drew
his sword, speared pear on the noble
presidents plate and, sitting down in
the seat of honor, began to eat it. The
marquis smashed a charlotte russo in
his face. Some roared with laughter.
Others were silent and white with fear.
The general did not move a muscle of
his face. He wiped the charlotte russo
from his cheeks, saluted the president
and left. One hour later the room was
cleared and the marquis and the general
crossed swords. Each was badly wound
ed, and was confined to his bed for more
than Il month.
Gen. Fournier was also an apostle of
the unique in the code. The mayor of
Perigueux was his bitter enemy, but as
they moved in widely different social
circles the general found some difficulty
in picking quarrel. His oppor-
showing off before some ladies
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mayor passed with rose in his
mouth. 1t was a considerable distance
from the generals balcony to the mayor
on the other side of the street, but the
old fighter knew his skill 'sJust no.
tice, ladies' he said, ''how I will pick
the may or's rose" He raised his pistol.
The women shrieked that he should
desist, but too late. The hammer fell
and the rose and the mayor dropped
the latter, however, only from fright.
The generals experiences defeated his
purpose. The sureness of his aim ter
ritied the mayor out of sending the de-
sired challenge.
Shortly after this affair with Gen.
Fourier the Marquis Marie de Sainte-
Maria fought his most famous duel A
regiment marched into Perigueux to
take up quarters there and the whole
town was out to see the soldiers enter.
The citizens crowded out into the line
of march. Drive them back.' com
manded the colonel. Most of the spec
tators shranl1 away. Only one man re-
manned immova ble-a great white
haired man, with crossed arms, defiant
mien and a contemptuous SMILE
He was the Marquis Marie de Sainte-
Maria. captain named Roland
tapped him on the breast with the
handle of his sword. Marie de Sainte-
Maria snatched the sword. snapped it
over his knee, and threw the bits in
Roland's face. A hand to-hand fight
followed. The marquis was arrested
and confined in his hotel under a guard
of three soldiers. He remained there
five days, and then learned that at four
o'clock on the following morning the
regiment, with Capt. Roland. would
march away. To get his satisfaction
he must hunt Roland down like a fox,
and he resolved to do it. Early in the
he climbed up the chimney
of the room in which he was impris-
oned. over five roofs, and down the
scuttle of the house of a friend. He
swallowed a glass of wine, put chicken
bone in his pocket. got a sword and
horse, and galloped off toward the cross
roads which the regiment must pass on
its way to Paris. He arrived there at
five o'clock. He diamounted. threw off
his great coat, rolled up his sleeves,
unsheathed his sword, and stood still in
the middle of the Paris road. The
marched into sight presently.
but the marquis did not move. It came
within speaking distance. and he still
stood motionless, sword in hand. The
first line of the regiment was but few
rods away. but the marquis did not even
turn an eyelash. $50 far and no fur
ther," every line in his face said. The
soldiers hesitated and halted. The mar.
quis shouted one word. Roland.
- Forward. Capt. Roland." commanded
the colonel and the captain stood be-
fore the marquis, sword in hand. Ten
passes and the marquis had his sword
through Roland's heart. He withdrew
it. wiped it carefully. rolled down his
sleeves, threw on his big coat and rode
away to Perigueux.
In all his life the Marquis Marie de
did not refuse a challenge,
yet never, after his maiden efforts on
the field of honor, did he pick quarrel
Or meet an opponent as other men did.
N. Y. Sun.