The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-29

| who looked up TO him a their leader and
| chief, and took pride from being recog-
uized as friend OF so redoub table man.
| Ernest Soleau was a young doctor in the
! city-a most able young man, who was
| steadily making a name for himself. He
| was respected by his equals and almost
! loved by the poor from whom he would
take no fee. Shortly after De Magny's adj
| vent In the city he was married, after a
| years engagement, to a beautiful and
charming girl, the daughter of deceased
colonel. They were passionately devoted
| to each other, and II was a pure love
match. They spent their honeymoon in
| Italy, where they stayed six weeks, It
being the first holiday the doctor had
| given himself in three years.
On a Sunday afternoon, week after
| their return. they were enjoying the sun
| shine in the public park They were
! seated, talking and laughing merrily' when
| by evil fortune NJ. de Magny came by.
| Now, it happened that the day after MS
return DIR. Soleau had been called in TO
| attend the seventh victim of De Magny,
barrister, who had been wantonly In
suited and then killed. The doctor, as the
bravo passed, could not help showing his
loathing. The cold smile that meant
death came on the face Of the bully. He
walked on few yards then turned back,
before Nine Soleau, and with well sim
ulated politeness said
Good afternoon. madame; with your
permission, / will seat myself beside you
and we will chat together. / love to talk
to the beautiful" with another bow.
Estelle, who had never heard Of the
bravo, turned inquiring eyes on her hus-
hand, thinking the man was either drunk
or mailman. Soleau became frightfully
pale, and he controlled himself with the
greatest difficulty. understanding well
that De Magny was seeking to insult him.
Monsieur" he said, you are speaking
to my wife and you are offensive. Pray
leave u.s."
De Magny affected neither to notice nor
hear him. "Will madame give me per-
mission to sit beside her, or will she take
my arm for a stroll? l find madame
charming, and l adore charming women"
| and he made her another sweeping bow.
Monsieur, you are grossly offensive, 1
tell YOU" said Soleau, trembling with re-
strained passion. "Your behavior is that
of a cad"
"Ah," said De Magny, still affecting to
ignore the husband, madame is fatigued
and does not care to talk. / will leave
madame, and will call upon her this even
| ing. But permit me to anticipate this
evening"" and before husband or wife
| could guess what was coming he had kiss
ed her.
With a spring like a tigers Soleau was
on him, beating him wildly about the face
with his fists. Estene screamed in ter
| ror, and several people who had witnessed
the alteration at little distance came
up. De Magny, with confused face, but
| with his demons smile, had disengaged
| himself and was asking for satisfaction.
Satisfaction Yes" cried the young
| doctor, satisfaction and your Deserts
The meeting took place early the next
morning. There could only be one result
| considering disparity in skill, 1t was a
glee of a fiend De Magny played with his
victim, giving a wound for every blow,
as he said, finishing with thrust in the
| left side. Ten minutes later Estelle was
| a widow
1t was not until her husband was
brought home to her dead that she learnt
| that he had gone out to inevitable death,
| that De Magny had purposely insulted
her, and it was, in fact, deliberate muir
der, sanctioned by the false code of So
| called honor" under which the vilest
and most bloodthirsty wretches could
commit the most inhuman murders with
impunity.
1t was the most heartrendering tragedy
| those present when the body was taken
home, had ever witnessed. In her e. es
there was none like her husband, so clev-
er, so handsome, so sure Of becoming one
of Frances greatest sons. And now he
lay dead by the hand OF vile monster!
She knelt beside the corpse, calling on
him, now in yearning accents, now in the
softest and gentlest tones of entreaty,
now with a smile, to speak to her, to say
one word. Mercifully she fell beside him.
For a week she lay unconscious On the
verge of death, and only by most devoted
and skillful attention of a professional
| friend of her husband-Dr. Leres-waS her
life saved.
you have been cruelty kind" she said
to him when she was recovering; "it
would have been truer kindness to let me
die But now 1 have been restored to
life, will devote 1t to Kidding the earth
of that monster. He shall die; by a just
| God 1 swear it,
Dear madame" said the doctor, dis
miss all such thoughts. / see what you
mean; you would assassinate him, and
the law would have no pity on you. You
would be victim.
Doctor" she said firmly, che shall
die"
Nine. Soleau gained strength slowly.
| She would go away for change, she said,
and one day she set out for Paris. DR..
Leres was glad feeling certain that she
/ had forgotten her vow.
One evening, seven months later, just
after another scandalous affair of De
Magny's, a handsome and unknown young
gentleman entered the Palais cafe at Ly-
one. The newcomer, who, to Judge by his
tone, was a mere boy, walked with much
swagger, talked loudly and authorta-
| lively, and altogether conducted himself
| with aristocratic insolence.
| A little later De Magny entered with
! three of his particular friends. The
stranger favored them with rude stare
that did not pass unnoticed. In a few
minutes he got up to go. He went little
out of his way to pass near where the four
were sitting. and when close to De Magny
he stumbled or pretended to stumble
none of the onlookers doubted for a mo-
ment that it was intentiona.-and lurched
against him as he was raising a glass Of
wine to his lips. The consequence was
that the liquid was spilled on the duellist's
immaculate shirt and silken waistcoat
He turned round as If he had been stung
Monsieur he cried to the young fellow,
who stood with an insolently proud smile
on his features.
"Monsieur" said the unknown.
Monsieur" said De Magny, more flu
rious than his friends had ever seen him.
You will apologize for your rudeness or
clumsiness, whichever it be-
Monsieur. / never apologize for acct
dents"
There was the stiffness of death in the