Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1893-10-20

chair with Il face SO changed that il
startled me almost as much as II had
seen him disappear bodily, and another
man rise up in his stead. had once
seen an oil painting abroad in which
an avenging angel was hurting light
nings upon Sodom and Gomorrah, and
that is just how that man looked at
that moment. He glanced at his watch
and then came across the room and
went quickly out.
THE next night, and the next, and
the next after that the Quiet Man
didn't appear at the club, and we all
began to wonder what cotild' have be.
come of him. But when came In ON
the fourth evening there he was,
though he looked-as it seemed to me
rather paler and feebler than usual.
"'Here's news for you, Fred called
out Charlie Thornton. That rascally
French duelist, De Villeneuve, has met
his match at last; and Dr. Lansett, OF
the --th Bengal native infantry, who
saw the whole affair, is just going to
tell us all about It,
"Well, this is how it happened be.
gan the doctor. In passing through
Paris l stopped to visit my old friend,
Col. De Malet, and he and were stroll.
ing through the Tuileries gardens
when suddenly murmur ran through
the crowd: Here comes De Whenever
Then the throng parted, and l had just
time to catch a glimpse Of the bully's
tall figure and long black mustache
when man stepped forth from the
crowd and said something to him, and
then suddenly dealt him blow.
"'Then there was rush and clamoi
Of voices and everybody came crowding
round so that couldn't see anything;
but presently De Malet came up to me
and said: "Lansett, we shall want you
in this affair, although Pm afraid that
you won't have chance of showing
your surgery, for De Villeneuve never
wounds without killing"
"'Just then the crowd opened and
saw, to my amazement, that this man
who had insulted and defed the most
terrible fighter in all France was q
slim little fellow, with pale, meager
face.
las I am the challenged party, !
have the right to choose weapons we
heard him say, quite coolly, ''and !
choose swords"
Are you mad!" cried De Malet,
selling his arm; don't you know De
Villeneuve's the deadlisst swordsman
in Europe? Choose pistols-give your.
self chance'
- Pistols may miss-swords can't"
answered the stranger in tone OF
such savage determination that every
one who heard him-even De Villeneuve
himself, furious though he was-gave a
kind of shudder. IL had vowed never
to fight again, save with man who de.
served to die; but you have deserved il
we'll by your cold-blooded murders, and
die you SHALL"
"'Where both sides were so eager to
fight, there was no need of much prep
aration. They met that evening" Col
de Malet being the strangers second
and another French officer acting fol-
De Villeneuve.
"'As a rule, De Villeneuve was a:
cool on the ground as If he had been a.
picnic, but at this time he was u:
wild and fierce us tiger, partly, NJ
doubt, from having been insulted be
fore so many of his admirers, but also
because he had found out that tn,
stranger was an Englishman, and h,
hated everything English like poison
But more terrible than all his fury wa
the cold, stern. pitiless calmness of tn,
Englishmans face, as if he felt certain
of his man.
"'They fought for some time withou
scratch on either side, and then sud
denly the Enghshman stumbled for
ward. exposing his left SIDE Quick a
lightning the Ere nchman's poin
darted in, and instantly the other
shirt was all crimson with blood, bu
the moment he felt the steel pierre,
him he made thrust with all hi
might, and buried his sword up to tn
hilt in De Villeneuve's body. Then
understood that he had deliberatel,
laid himself open to his opponent
weapon in order to make sure of killing
him; SO he had, for De Villeneuve neve
spoke again
"Just as the doctor said this, dow
fell chair with great crash, an
looking up we saw the Quiet Man try
ing to slip past us to the door. d.
Lansett sprang up and caught him b
both hands.
"'You here?' he cried Let me cor
graduate you upon having punished, a
he deserved, the most cold-hearted GU
, throat in existence. trust you
, wound does not pain you much?
"'What?' we all shouted, was it h
who killed De VilleneuveY'
| "Indeed it was, answered the dot
r tor, and it was the pluclSiest thing
: ever saw
4 1--WE all jumped from our chairs an
' came crowding around the hero, settin
: up cheer that made the air ring, b.
he looked at us so sadly and darkly tina
D it made the shout die upon our lips.
f "'Ah, lads! ladsr said he, in a tor
S of deep detection, for heavens sab
a don't praise man for having she
e blood and destroyed life. killed tn;
! ruffian as would have killed wi
e beast, to save those whom he wouI
: have slaughtered; but God help Il
O man who shall take a human Ii
4 merely TO crafty his own pride ar
!, anger! If you wish to know what ha
piness successful drelist enjoys, loo
at me. Do you remember that stol
q which Capt. Thornton told here Il
p other night about the duel In whiC
q Col. Fortescue, the famous duellist
p as you called him, killed Sir Hem
Martinoaleo'