Greenbrier independent. [volume] (Lewisburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1980, 1897-11-18

ing his voice above tho huDbub, said:
My principal has been insulted,
he demands satisfaction, and If mon
sicur is not ready in five minutes he
will thrash him.
"Agaiu there was n confusion of
tongues They would not stay TO he
insuItcd any longer They would
leave the room and publish the Eng
i~hmau : hasCuCSs to the world
But milOr stood with his back
against the door, with a grim smile
ON his lips, and thCro was not one
move
presently milor glanced at his
watch and then began to divest him.
self of his coat and vest Is your
principal going to defend himself
like man, or hc whipped as II COW
ard I asked Pointon of Georges.
Again there was torrent OF
speech, especially from Georges,
and Pullin"t made no preparation.
Very we'll Timer said the scCro
tury, and milor squared up to his
opponent. who was lvid, and touch
ed him lightly ON the cheek.
i warn you, said Pointon po-
litcly to Georges, that monsieur
will find it difficult to fight in his
coat Once more, are YOU readyf'
y moment, said Georges, and
there was hurried consultation
among the six, who were thorough
ly CowCd, after which Georges
spoke. We protest against this, he
said, hut NJ Pollinct will fight but
we shall demand satisfaction for
the outrage.
You shall have it, said Pointon
Eayly. In rilCnCc POllinet was di-
vested of his coat and vest and faced
the Englishmau with far less conf
dcnCo than one would expect from
such Il hero.
Time called Pointon again,
and the encounter began. Milor's
cnnui had gone. He was no longer
n drawing, blase aristoCrat, but an
athlete. He began by dealing a light
blow on his opponents nose, which
drew blood and brought such com
iCal look of surprise on his face that
POintOn could not restrain his mer.
rimont, but the next moment the
bravo broke into fury and rushed
on milor, his hands going like wind
mills. The baronet played with
him, Contcnting himself by warding
off the blows, and only occasionally
dealt one himself, till ut last he
fioOrCd the FrenChman with left
handler on the jaw
His friends crowded round Pol
linot, hClplessly gesticulating and
Chattoring, and Pointon had to
sponge his face and fan him
Brutal! Brutalr exclaimed
Georges III II state of fiery indigna-
ton
'Timol' said Pointon, looking
at his watch, and unwillingly the
bravo was made to rise and face his
antagonist. The duclist's attack was
moro feeble this time, and milor
punished him - little moro severely,
finally sending him to the ground.
again moaning and grooming Again
hands and voices " ere raised in hor.
rOr.
"GoOrgcS bent over him and then
turned 70 Pointun. Monsieur, he
said, getting his words out with diff
iiculty, honor is satisfied. My prin-
ripal acknowledges defeat.
No. no, said milor, Cundcscend-
ing to speak French for the first
time, this IL Il duel to the death,
you must remember Monsieur, who
has sent so many men to death, will |
not appreciate an encounter in
which neither his antagonist nor
is killed
"A groan of Interest indignation
went through the group The bru,
tality of the EngliShman! Was it
not inCrcdihlcl They would publish
the affair all over the city. all over
France.
AS you like, said the baronot,
with n grim delight that made their
hearts sink Il did not begin the
business, remember, and what call
brutality is to insult an inoffensive
man and then assussinatc him.
= Come, pig, addressing the pros
tratc bravo, get upr
"Thcrc was moro protest, but the
baronet was intieXihlo, and again
POllinrt had to face him, and the
fought to punish this
time. He delivered his blows with
strength and science, till the bravo
made no attempt to retaliate. but,
with his hands before his face and
grooming at every blow, sought to
escape his antagonist. But it was
useless. Mllor meant to teach
stern lesson, and, with his antago-
mist screaming for mercy, he finish
ed with II terrific blow between the
eyes that sent POllinet crashing to
the floor, where he lay senscless.
The baronct stood over him AS
this is q coward, he said in tones of
the greatest contempt, spurning the
body with his foot-'as this il Il COW.
ard, / refuse to soil my hands any
longer on his cowardly carcass, but
give you to understand that if |
meet linn again i'll this city or else
where ! shall claim to finish our
duel POint0n, assist me to dress
In dead silence the baronet put
ON his coat, and, with a polite Bon
soir! they lett the room and return.
ed 10 the public room to finish their
wine, as if nothing had occurred.
The next day The Duel of the