The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-07-07

One evening he saw the Partisan at a
cafe, and. marching directly to him. said:
I've taken a fancy to your couture and
think I'll adopt it." BY quick motion he
cut away with a sharp knife he had
brought large handful Of the curls. Look
ing at them a moment with an expression
of disgust, he exclaimed: "Pah! they ara
nasty" and then threw them among the
dishes of which the gentleman was partak-
ing.
An >immediate rencontre was prevented
by those present, but a meeting was ap-
pointed for next morning, and the Partisan
fell, mortally wounded, as the eleventh VIC
tim to the murderous activity of Larilliere.
He boosted that this was his sxty-second
adventure on the field of honor, but said
those instances in which death did not en-
sue were not worth mentioning. When his
dead victims should number a dozen he
would rest awhile or look for some more
novel sensation.
He was not left to seek the next oppor-
tunity. On the night of a masked ball at
the Grand opera house of Bordeaux La
rillier was seated in a cafe near by, where
he freqeunted with his own particular set.
His companions were at the ball. and he
was enjoying glass of punch solus. Sud-
denly, and with flourish, entered a tall
young man in black velvet mask and
strobe up to the table where the count sat.
Taking the half-emptied punch glass in his
hand, he smelt the contents and exclaimed:
''Sapristi! The Count de Larillere drinks
crotte boisson," dirty beverage). He threw
II out and in a loud voice ordered the wait
er to bring hottie of orgeat.
The count was livid with rage. "Scoun-
drel!" he Numbered. you surely do not
know who l am
Perfectly WELL" replied the unknown,
coldly. II know you to be a murderer and
a coward" Drawing a pistol from his
pocket he proceeded: Now, if in the pres
ence of this company and for my own per-
sonal satisfaction you do not at once swal-
low this glass of orgeat, l will blow out
your brains with as little compunction as
/ would those of a dog. If, however you
perform my bidding / will then do you the
honor of lighting with you tomorrow
morning."
with the saber?" asked the count.
with whatever weapon you please re-
piled the stranger Whereupon Lavilliers
swallowed the orgeat, with an expression
as if it were to him bitter cup indeed,
while all present preserved a death-like
silence. Then said the masked man, in a
loud voice:
Tonight have humbled you sufficient
ly. Tomorrow intend to take your life.
My seconds will wait upon you at
o'clock in the morning. We will fight on
the spot where you murdered Fabien Cara
missieme-the name of the counts elev-
enth victim.
Both principals were promptly on hand
at the rendezvous, properly accompanied.
The challenger secured a we'll conditioned
gentleman of rs, cool and business like.
During the first passes the count learned
That he had to deal with a skilled adver-
ssry. Although his courage did not fail
him, he seemed at times to lose his accus-
toned composure. Lunges and parties
succeeded each other with lightning rapid
ity on both sides. Larilliere, DESTROYS Of
bringing the affair to a close, had already
tried his finishing thrust two or three
times, but only to find his saber turned
asidesby his adversary's blade. Harassed
at finding his efforts unavailing, he insol-
emily asked his opponent:
Wen, monsieur, at what hour do you
intend to kill me?"
There was a momentary silence, dis
turbed only by the clash of the weapons
Then the stranger, who seemed to have
prohted by that slight interval to assure
himself that the advantage of the encoun-
ter lay decidedly with him, quietly replied
to Lavillieres question:
Immediately"
Saying which, he thrust the point of his
saber between the counts ribs, who
sprang back, tottered and sank into the
arms of his nearest second. In a few min
utes he was dead.
The stranger now advanced politely to-
ward the seconds of his victim, and asked
II he was at liberty to depart
viii you at least tell us your manner?
they inquired
Achille Bazaine, at your service" said
he. I'm to be found at the garrison OK
Blaye"
That Bazaine who was afterward mar
shall Of France was his son. then an in"
FAINT. Melinque, just deceased, was a gem
eral OF division in Bazaines army when i
surrendered at Metz in 1870 and 173V1
French soldiers laid down their arms ana
became prisoners of war,