Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-09-06
THE QUIET MAN.

When l was quit a yulng fellow and hadn't long joined the army, l uscd to belong to fashionable club in London. the members of which were just the sort of men you r,.ad about in Lever novels as wild as wild could be. always in some scrape or other and spending their whole time in riding. shooting, gambling or fghtipG-all except one.
 That one was small. quiet. pale faced. gray lIlired rlan. with q very sad. weary look. as if he had once been crushed by some great sorrow and had never been able to shake 1t off. He hard ly ever spoke to any one, and when ht did it was in a voice as meek as his face So of course We made great fun of him among ourselves, finding these Quict ways of his a very queer contrast to oul own raCkety. harum scarum style. and we nicknamed him the "Quictcst Man In the Club" though. indeed. we might just as well have called him the only quiet man in it.
 Well, one evening when the room was pretty full, and our friend the qulet man was sitting as usual in the far cor ner away from everybody else, We be gan totalk about dueling. a subject with which We were all tolerably familiar, foI there was hardly man among Us who hadn't been "out" once.
 They did some tidy duelinE in the old times" said Lord H.. who was killed afterward in action. You remember ,f ,,I France fought three to three till thert was only one left alive ont of the six
 That was pretty fair crrtalrly," cried Charlie Thornton of the Guards, but after all it doesn't beat the great duel 3t years ago between Sir Harry MartinSal, and Colonel ForteScuc."
 He had hardly spoken when up jumped the quiet man as if somebody had stuck pin into him.
 What on earth's the matter with him?' whispered Thornton. II never saw him like that before"
 But what was the story, then. Char he:" asked another man. live heard oi Fortescue, of course, for he was the most famous duelist of his time in all England, and I've heard of his fight with Martingale, too, but l don't think I've ever had any particulars. or al least none worth speaking of"
 Il can give them to you, then" an, swered Thornton; flor my uncle was Martingales second I've heard him tell the story many time, and he al ways said that although he had been ill plenty of duels he had never seen one like that and never wanted to see ii again. What they Quarreled about don't know, and dare say they didn't know themselves, but my uncle used t, say he knew by the look in their eyes when they took their places to fire that it could not end without blood. and ii didn't
 They fired twice, and every shot told and then their seconds. seeing that butl men were hard hit and bleeding fast wanted to put an end to it. But Fort, escue-who was one of those grim fel lows who are always most dangerous to ward the end of the tight-insisted upon a third shot. The thlrd time by somt accident, Martingale fired moment to, soon and gave him bad wound in the side, but FortesCue pressed his hand to the wound to stop tho bleeding, and then almost bent double with pain though ht was. he fired and brought down his man.
 Killed him?"
 Rather Shot him slap through tn, heart. But it was his last duel for iron that day he was never heard of again and people said he had either committed suicide or died of , broken he2rt."
 Well, don't see why he need hav, done that. for. after all. 1t was fan fight" struck in Lord H., who had beer looking over the newspapers on the ta ble. But, if you talk of dueling. wha do you say to this?
 Another duelling tragedy in Paris The notorious Parisian bully and duel list. Armand de Nilleneuve, has jus added another wreath tU his blood stainet laurels, tLe new victim being the Chev alier Henri de Polignac. fine youn. fellow of 23. the only son of d widowet mother. Some strong expressions of dis gust used by the chevalicr with refer ence to one of De Nilleneuve's forme l duels having come to the latter's ears. h. sought out De Polignac and insulte, him so grossly as to render lneetln! | inevitable.
 The chevalier having fired first an,
 
 Look to the second buttonhole of you coat" and sent bullet through the spo indicated into the breast of his opponent who expired half an hour later ill Grea | agony. His mother Is said to be broker hearted at his death. How much longer we wonder, will this savage be allowe, to offer these human sacrifices to hi own inOrdinate vanity"
 | Just then happened to look up an, saw the quiet man rise slowly from hi chair. with q face SD changed that i startled me almost as much as if l ha( seen him disappear bodily and anothe man rise up in his stead. l had ono seen an oil painting abroad in which al averaging angel was hi.rling lightning upon Sodom and Gomorrah. and tina was just how this man looked at tha moment. He glanced at his watch an, then came across the room and wen | quickly out.
 The next night. and the next. and tn | next after that, the Quiet man didn't ap