The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-03-05
THOSE OLD FRENCH DUELs.
shots In n TaiIOr's Affair of Honor.
His Second Alone Is wounded.

Shots In n TaiIOr's Anafr of Honor.
His Second Alone Is wounded.
Paris Telegram to the London Telegraph.
A duel has just taken place in Paris
which Mark Twain would have delighted
to describe. To say taat 1t broke the re-
cord of French single combats to smith
Greens, shattered bones and buttons. and
justified for once the scientific theory of
probabilities, is to state the case very
moderately. But, then, it was a tailors
affair of honor" and that of course,
accounts for much. Cherchez la femme
was the beginning of the trouble. 1t was
beardless youth who sought her-Eugene
Guerry by name-and he found her at
bal Musette, in the Place Cambronne,
where she was dying to dance. Eugene
was fascinated when he saw the lovely
laundress, who smiled provokingly as he
passed up the room on pleasure bound.
She's beautiful, and therefore to be WOO
ed; she is a woman, and therefore to be
won," thought the youth, as he made his
bow and asked for the next dance. The
lady smiled assent, and soon they were
tripping it merrily on the light fantastic
toe to the envy of the bystanders Just
as Eugene began to whisper airy nothings
into the delicate ear of his graceful part
ner, good-looking tailor with Fra Dia-
volo mustache caught her eye and her
fancy. Sailing up, he shook hands with
the beauty and a second later was whirl-
ing up and down the han with her to the
accompaniment of one of Strauss
waltzes Then the ructions began. Eugene
said his honor was wounded, and nothing
but a deadly encounter could heal 1t.
Leon Henry, the sartoria1 artist, was
ready. Seconds were chosen chen and
there, and as they were making arrange
ments for meeting" next day, Eugene
insisted that now was the accepted time.
Then they set out for the Avenue Low
endall. This was the second scene of the
drama. The heavens were hung with
black when the third commenced. The
principals being unskilled in the use of
rapiers tried their hands at pistols. AS it
was a serious quarrel, the conditions were
severe. Five shots were to be exchanged
unless a dangerous wound should be in
fiicted before. And they were duly ex-
changed, all five, both rivals standing as
safe and sound after the last as before the
first. Thrice is he armed that hath his
quarrel just" was part of the text Illus
trated by the result. He was naked who
had no quarrel at all, was the remainder
For one of the unfortunate seconds fell
heavily TO the ground with a bullet in his
side and a grievance in his heart. Mars
himself, when wounded by Diomed, did not
shout louder than Joseph Koning when
he became sensible of the painful turn
things-especially the bullet-had taken.
Thereupon the tailor and his friends and
rival, fearing developments. fed from the
field, carrying the wounded second along
with them. But, unluckily, they left his
hat on the battlefield, and his peculiar
headgear served as a clue TO the police
who. hearing the wild screams, ran to the
assistance of the gallant gentleman, who
then and there poured his complaint into
their ears. Nobody could say for certain
from which pistol the bullet had swerved
around in that loose way, but the tailor
received the benefit Of the doubt, and his
adversary was thrown inside the four
walls that do prison make" Here Eu-
gene cannot sing: IF / have freedom I'm
my love, and in my soul am free, angels
alone that soar above, enjoy such liberty"
For while he languishes in his dungeon
the tailor may cut what capers he likes
before the jolie blanchisseuse, and may
cut him out completely. Meanwhile, the
second is medltating mournfully in hos