The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1897-10-21

said Pointon, coolly; he dema nds satr
isfaction, apd has chosen his weapons
''The Frenchmen wereinstantly jab-
bering, jesticulating group. It was
monstrous! Outrageous! An unhesrd-
of insult! Pollinet would. of course, re-
fuse SO insulting a business, and so on.
"Milor, ut this juncture, maidstone re.
mark to his secretary, who, raising his
voice, above the hubbub, said: -.
my principal has been insulted, he
demands satisfaction and If monsieur
is not ready in five minutes, he will
thrash him.
tongues. They would not stay to be in
suited any longer, they would leave the
room and publish the Englishman's
baseness to the world. But Milor stood
with his back against the door, with q
grim smile on his lips, and there was not
one of them who cared to ask him to
move.
presently Milor glanced at his watch,
and then began to divest himself Of his
coat and vest. is your principal 60
mystic 71efendshimself like a man. or,be
whipped as a coward?' asked Pointon
of Georges.
again there~was q torrent of speech,
especially from Georges, and Pdilinet
made no preparation. Very we'll
time said the secretary, and Milor
squared up to his opponent; who was
livid, and touched him lightly on tho
cheek.
az warn you,' said Pointon, politely,
to Georges: that monsieur will find it
difficult to, fight in his coat. Once more
ARE you ready?'
"A moment said Georges, and there
was hurried consultation among the
six, who were thoroughly cowed. after
which Georges spoke. We protest
against this he said, but M Pollinet
faction for the outrage
"'You shall have it, said Pointon,
gayly. In silence Pollinet was Invested
of his coat and vest, and faced the Eng
lishman with far less confidence than
one would expect from such a hero.
Time, called Pointonag and tho
encounter began. Milor's ennui had
gone, he was no longer drawing, blase
aristocrat, but an athlete. He began by
dealing light blow on his opponents
nose, which drew blood, and brought
such a comical look of surprise on his
face that Pointon could not restrain his
1aerriment. But the next moment the
bravo broke into fury and rushed on
Milor, his hands going like windmills.
The baronet played with him, content
ing himself with warding of the blows,
and only occasionally dealt one himself,
till at last he foored the Frenchmau
with left-hander on the jaw.
His friends crowded round Pollinet,
helplessly gesticulatingan and chattering,
and Pointon had to sponge his face and
fan him.
Brutal! Brutal exclaimed Georges,
in state of fiery indignation.
Time said Pointon, looking at his
watch, and unwillingly the bravo was
made to rise and face his antagonist.
The duellist's attack was more feeble
this time. and Miior punished him a
little more severely, finally sending him
to the ground again, moaning and
groaning. Again hands and voices were
raised in horror.
Georges bent over him, and then
turned to Pointon. Monsieur he said,
getting his words out with difficulty,
honor is satisfied; my principal ac-
knowledges defeat
"'No, no. said Milor, condescending
to speak French for the first time, this
is duel to the death, you must remem-
Der. Monsieur, who has sent so many
men to death, will not appreciate an en-
counter in which neither his antagonist
nor himself is killed.
IA groan of interest indignation went
through the group. The brutality of the
Englishman! Was it not incredible?
They would publish the affair all over
the city, all over France.
>"'As you like said the baronet, with
grim delight that made their hearts
sink. I did not begin the business, re-
member, and what call brutality is to
insult an inoffensive man and then as
sassinate him. Come, pig addressing
the PROSTATE bravo, get up
There was more protest, but the bar
onet was intlexible, and again Pollinet
had to face him. And the Englishman
fought to punish this time. He deliv-
cred his blows with strength and
science, till the bravo made no attempt
to retailate, but with his hands before
his face; and grooming atTevery blow,
sought to escape his antagonist. But
it was useless. Milor meant to teach q
stern lesson, and, with his&antagonist
screaming for mercy, he finished with a
terrific blow between the eyes, that sent
Pollinet crashing to the floor, where he
lay sensetess.
THE baronet stood over him. AS
this is a coward he said, in tones of the
greatest contempt, spurning the body
with his foot; as this is a coward, re-
fuse to soil my hands any longer on his
cowardly carcass. But give you to un-
lderstand that, If + meet him again in
this city or elsewhere, shall claim to
finish our duel. Pointon, assist me to
dress
yin dead silence the baronet' put on
his coat, and with polite Bon soir,'
they left the room and returned to the
public room to finish their wine. as if
nothing had occurred. s.,<s
1.-THE next day The Duel of the Mad
Milor' was in the papers and on every
hody's tongue, and, though wonder was
expressed at the barbarian eccentrici-
ties of Messieurs les Anglais, there was
rejoicing at the punishment meted out
to the bravo, who had long been terror
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