The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-04-01
LOVE AND RAPIERS.

The vi1lage>of Bay st. Louis was
fAvorite dueling ground in the days when
an appeal to swords or to pistols was
thought by southern gentlemen to be the
only honorable way of settling personal
grievances. Those daysar past, and now
there is not more peaceful and certain
" not a more beautiful town in all the
picturesque coast country.
If ever You shall be going to New Or
1eans by way of the railroad from No
bile you will find it well worth while to
stop and spend a few days at this lovely
summer resort.
If you will take carriage and a driver
who knows the place you may spend
day or two delightfully."- in exploring the
ms and outs. by highway and byway, of
n settlement that dates back to the time
when the Spaniards and the French were
playing battledore and shuttlecock with
all our rich and salubrious gulf-coast
country. Even now in the streets and
picturesque little shops of Bay ST. Louis
you hear the soft accents of Spain and the
polite intonations of Paris.
The people have soft voices and gentle
manners. and it is hard to imagine, much
harder to believe, that it was ever true
of them that they stood ready, on the
strength of the slightest insult, to fight
TO the death as a matter of honor; but
90 it was There are men living now
who saw many duels in the days of the
-'code." One charming old gentleman
informed the present writer that he had
witnessed twenty hostile meetings with
sword or pistol.
Before the days of the railroad which
now makes Bay st. Louis but one
hour and thirty minutes from New Or
leans, the only approach was by water,
save from the interior of Mississippi.
This rendered the place one of the most
secluded hooks in America, and, as a
matter of course, a considerable number
of refugees from justice or from mis-
fortune or tyranny fled thither; but the
larger part of the population was highly
respectable: some of it was made up,
especially in summer, of the wealthiest
and best French families of New Or
leans. who came by steamboat to spend
the hot season in elegant cottages on the
breezy bluffs.
Nearly all the duels ever fought at
Bay St. Louis took place in one or an
other secluded spot in the lonely woods
behind the town. These woods are now
dotted with creole and negro cottages,
the homes of poor people, who find an
easy if not luxurious life where the fish
IN the bayous and the fruits on the trees
are to be had with but the smallest out
lay of labor. Ever since the place was
Grst settled, and even before, these
woods have been q maze of crossed and
tangled roads, paths and trails first
made by the Indians You can ride or
drive everywhere and in every direction.
and yet the growth is thick, often OBJ
structsng the sight on all sides. Now
and again you come upon little natural
giades or openings set in wild grass and
surrounded with wall of trees. These
axe the spots that were chosen for the
dreadful work of the duelists
About the year 1924 two young men
0f New Orleans were lovers of beauti-
ful girl by the name of Marie de Noyant,
whose father had a summer place ut
Bay st. Louis. OF course, Marie could
not accept the attentions of both if she
loved either, and as Honore Chauyin
had captured her heart, there was moth
ing for Pierre Nation to do but to chal-
lenge his successful rival to mortal COM
bat
The three families-Noyants, Chau-
wins and Matons-were of the best in
New Orleans. and had always been on
the most intimate terms socially. Honore
and Pierre had known Marie from her
childhood up; they had been her play
mates, her friends. and now they were
her lovers. Both were handsome, rich
and honorable, as honor was understood
at the time and place. If Marie hest
tated to choose between them it was not
because of any doubt in her heart. She
knew that she loved Honore, and quite
rs well she was aware that under no cir
cumstances could she ever love Pierre.
Still it was very hard for her, when
Pierre came to her home on the bay and
asked her to be his wife-it was hard to
break in on his passionate appeal with
the truth that must crush him. She
begged for time to consider, and thus
put off the unpleasant, nay, the tortur-
ing, duty that she owed to herself end
to her lovers. But the moment came
when she could no longer procrastinate.
Honore, doubtless aware that his rival
was besieging the citadel of his Lady IS
heart, came also to Bay st. Louis and
urged his suit.
Gently, kindly, sweetly az she could,
Marie put an end to Pierre's hopes; but
1t was not ia6G power to blunt in the
least the terrible point of her refusal
Love is not to be set aside with polite
mess, nor can it be assuaged by generous
friendship and tender kindness. Any
, fhing short of love is stab to love.
"Then it is Honore Chauvin that yor
care for, MarieT said Pierre, rising
30 go.
Marie arose also, and they stood look
ing at each other. They had been sit
ting on vine covered veranda, with tht
waves of the bay tumbling in agains
the beach in full view.
eyes Pierre she said rlresently 81