The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-07-20

I w nlle pTOCe6ulUR bOnhEh Lu0 bOuuu LUe
swapping OF the twigs and the rustling Of
the bushes attracted the attention OF the
party In the glade, and what was my
astonishment at hearing my name called
out. / looked around aud there stood Bis
marck. He was dressed in deep mourning
and looked haggard and pale, while the
bloodless lips and red borders of his eyelids
gave him an air Of the greatest
suffering. "Ah, my friend. you are
here quite apropos ! am going to fight
Won Moltke this morning. l see you a~e
sorry, said he, tenderly. "but you would
not blame me If you knew all" What
then was the cause Of this quarrel; how
| round, ana, as he did so, his face was pur-
pie. The blood suffused every feature, and
bis very eyeballs seemed like bursting with
| it. He tried to speak, but could not. "Be
| calm, my dear Bismarck; can not this be
settled other wiser mo, no." said he in a
! voice full of Indignant passion. l used to
| hear from him before-"never.n He waved
his hand impatiently and turned his head
| from me. At the same time one Of his com
| panions made sign with his hand toward
me. What, whispered l in horror-"a
| blow" A brief nod was tho reply. Too
well l knew the desperate q lternative that
awaited such an insult. asked no more,
but followed the group TO a copse close by,
| where under the shade Of a large chestnut
| tree stood Won Moltke surrounded by his
| friends. He was dressed in his costume as.
a member Of 9 Russian club, a kind OF
uniform Of blue and white with sill
| yer oraiding on collar and cuffs
The change his features had undergone gave
him an air Of confidence and manliness, and
his bearing indicated a degree of self-reliS
snce and energy which became him per-
fectly. A faint blush colorei his cheek as
be saw me enter. and sa1uted me cOurte-
ously. returned his salute mournfully, or
perhaps reproaohfully, for he turned away
and Whispered something to friend at his
side.
BEFORE THE DUEL.
Bismarck all this time sat apart from the
rest and seemed to wait Ia patience for the
moment OF being called on. "What are
they throwing youder ~ l asked Of a
student near me. For the shot, of course,
but the labor is unnecessary, as Bismarck
must fire first, and as for who comes after
him'-"Is be so sure as that ~ | asked in
horror. That he Is; a fellow who can take
the neck of a champagne bottle at twenty
PAGES may chance to hit a man at fifteen"
"Moltke has it, nkcries out one of those at
the table, and the words were repeated from
mouth TO mouth until they reached Bis
marck, who shrugged his shoulders, and
merely asked. ais all Feadyp stand here,
Bismarck" said Moltke's second, as he
dropped pebble in the grass. Moltke was
already placed, and stood erect, his gaze di-
rected to his antagonist who never once
looked toward him, but kept his glance
fixed straight In front. You fire first,
SIR" said Moltkes friend, and his
voice trembled at the words. "You
may reserve your fire until / have
counted twenty after the word is given"
AS he spoke he placed the pistol in Bis
marck's hand and called out, Gentlemen,
fall back, fall back. Herr Bismarck are
you ready !' A nod was the reply, and
scarcely was the word uttered when the dis
charge OF a pistol was heard. So rapid was
the motion that we never saw him lift his
arm, nor could anyone say what direction
the ball had taken. II knew it, knew it,
muttered Bismaroks friend in tones Of
agony. All Is over with him now. Be-
fore a minute elapsed the word to
fall back was given. and l now behold
Moltke standing, pistol in hand, with a
smile Of cool but determined malice on his
features, while the second repea ted the same
words over to him. turned to look at
Bismarck, but he evinced no apparent con-
seriousness of what was going on about him.
His eyes, as before, were bent on vacancy,
and his pale face showed no signs OF passion
In an instant the fearful 'now" rang cut and
Moltke slowly raised his arm, and leveliug
his piAtol; steadily stood with his eyes bent
on bis victim, while the deep voice of the
second slowly repeated one-two-three-
four, never was anything like the terrible
suspense OF that moment. 1t seemed as if
the very seconds of human life were meas
ured out one by one. As the word ten
dropped from his lips l saw Moltks's hand
shake in his revengeful desire to kill his
mau- He waited too long and grew nervous;
he let his arm fall to his side for a few sec
oBds, then, raising it again, took steady aim
and at the word nineteen" fired.
BIsMARCK's TURN.
A ell 49,
this instant brought his face full front, aud
the bullet, which would have transfixed his
head, now merely passed along his cheek,
tearing rude flesh wound as 1t went A
halt-cry broke from Moltke-I heard not
the word, but the accent ! shall never for
get. 1t was now Bismarck's time, and as
the blood streamed down his cheek
/ saw his face assume the expression
1t used to wear in former DAYS. A
terrible smile lit up his dark features and a
CLEAN OF vengeance made his eye glow like
that of q maniac. II am ready; give the
word !" cried he in frantic impatience. But.
Moltke's seconds, fearful Of giving away 60
such moment OF passion, hesitated, when
Bismarck again called out: 1.-THE word, sir;
the wordl" and the bystanders, indignant
at the appearance OF unfairness, repeated
the cry.
THE WORD WAS GIVEN
The crowd fell back aud the word was
given; Bismarck raised his weapon above
his head, then gradually brought it down
until from the position / occupied l could
see that he aimed for the heart. His hand
was motionless, his eye, riveted on his an
tagonist, seemed TO be fixed on one small
spot as though his whole vengeance was to
be glutted there. Never was suspense more
dreadful and stood bTeathless in the ex@
pectation of the fatal flash, when with a
jerk Of his arm he threw up the pistol and
fired above his head, and with a heart-rend-
ing cry of "Mein bruder, mein bruder,"
rushed into Moltke's arms and fell into a
torrent Of tears. The scene was a trying
one and few could have witnessed it I'M
moved
YES" said Bismarck as we rode home
together, II had resolved to kill him, but
when my finger was even on the trigger |
saw a look Upon his face that reminded me
Of those earlier and happier days when we
had but one heart and no Homeland felt as
il l was about to become the murderer of my
brother"
Need l add that the broken friendship
was cemented, and a lifelong affection es-
tablished between them?
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