The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-08-05

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"A 6IIW III ~ he hoped an
GNl588te.JE EHs.N. expe ted t.
,fMTFE NJ WIKI M: meet Alfre,
III HhHF w HfiWp' Dawson there
nSfTag III n. jWW lie knew tina
, ! ,MlltlH; EtkHI U Dawson wa
'tlLrl SiNEta going to be il
@G Paris for a
least a fortnight, and he had a particu
lar reason for wishing to come across
him in the streets of Paris rather thar
! in the streets of London.
Streeter was young author who ha(
published several books, and who wa:
getting along as well as could be ex
pected, until suddenly he met check
The check was only check as far a:
his own self-esteem was concerned; fol
it did not in the least re tard the sale Of
his latest book, but rather appeared tc
for where he had looked for caress he
received a blow. The blow'was SO well
placed, and so vigorous, that at first il
stunned him. Then he became un-
reasonably angry. He resolved to
strike back.
! The review of his book in the Argus
! was vigorously severe, and perhaps
| what maddened him more than any
thingae3se was the fact that, in spite OF
ms, selflesteern, he realized the truth of
the criticism. If his books had been
| less successful, or if he had been newer
as an author, he might possibly have set
+ himself out to profit by the keen
throsts given him by the Argus. He
.Smight have remembered that although
@Tennyson struck back at Christopher
Worth. calling him rusty, crusty and
lmusty. yet the poet eliminated from
later editions allkblemishes which musty
Christopher had pointed out.
Streeter resolved to strike back with
castle verse. He quite admitted, even
ato himself, that critic had every
fright to crhticise-that was what he
was for; buthe claimed that a man who
pretended to be an authors friend and
who,praised his books to his. face had
no.riiyht to go behind his back-an pen
crAicism SO scathing as that which
appeared in the Argus, for Streeter
knew sthat Alfred Dawson had written
the criticism in the Argus, and Dawson
had pretended to be his friend; and had
pretended, as well, that he had great
admiration for Strceter's books.
As Straeter walked down the Boule-
ward des Italiens he saw, seated in
front of cafe, the man whcm he hoped
ito meet, and. Furthermore, he was
pleased to see that he had a friend with
him. The recognition of author and
critic waskmutual.
Halo, ,Streeter!" cried DAWSON;
"when did you come over?"
II left London, yesterday" answered
Streeter.
''Then sit down.and have something
with u.s." said Dawson, cordially.
''Streeter, this is my friend Harmon.
He is an exile and.a resident in Paris,
and. consequently, likes to meet his
countrymen."
''In that case" said Streeter, che is
probably well acquainted with the Gus
toms of the placer
"Rather!" returned Dawson; che has
become so much of Frenchman-he
has been so contaminated. if I may put
it that way-tha& 1 believe quite re-
Gently he was either principal or second
in duel. By the~way, which was it,
Harmon?"
Merely q secortl," answered the
other.
II don't believe I'M dueling myself"
continued Dawson. at seems to me
an idiotic custom, and SO futile
81 don't agree with yon," replied
Streeter, CURLY. "There is no reason
why duel should be futile, and there
seem to be many reasons why a duel |
might be fought. There are many |
things worse than crimes, which exist
In all countries, and for which there is
no remedy except calling man out;
misdemeanors, if may so term them,
that the law takes no cognizance Of;
treachery, for instance person pre-
lending to be mans friend, and then !
the first chance he gets stabbing him |
IN the back"
Harmon nodded his approval of these
eentiments, while Dawson said. jaunt-
lily:
ooh, don't know about that! 1t :
seems to me these things, which sup
pose undoubtedly exist, should not be
made important by taking much notice
of them. What will you have to drink.
Streeter?"
Bring me liqueur of brandy" said
Streeter to the garcon who stood ready
to take the order.
When the waiter returned with
small glass, into which he poured the
brandy with the dizziness of a French
man, filing it so that not a drop more
could be added, and yet without allow
ing the glass to overflow, Streeter
pulled out his purse.
"No. MOI" cried Dawson: '.you are not
going to pay for this-you are drinking
with me-
81 pay for my own drinks" said
Streeter. surlily.
Not while 1 invite you to drink with
me.'' protested the critic. 81 pay for
this brandy"
very well: take it, them" said
Streeter, picking up the little glass and
dashing the contents in the face Of
Dawson.
Dawson took out his handkerchief.
What the devil do you mean by that,
to his brow.
Streeter took out his card and PEN
ciled word or two on the pasteboard s
There" he said, "is my Paris adj /,
dress If you do not know what mean
by that, ask your friend here; he viii
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