Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-12-11

Oeclalm.
1.-THE duel in Hotel Of Burgendy-
fought by De Bergerac and a good for
naught''
Marquises and officers mingled in the
pit with the common people. Pages
climbed on one another's shoulders,
the ladies leaned over from the CALLER
les to see the better. Give room.
Great SPORT" called out the audience
as space was hastily cleared in the
center.
Roxane. pale as a lily, leaned for
ward to watch her cousin and her suit
or fight. Cyrano as he fought, compos-
ed, suiting every act to TIE word. And
this was his ballade of the duel:
I gayly doff my beaver low.
And, freeing hand and heel.
My heavy mantle off 1 throw
And draw my polished steel,
Graceful as Phoebus, round I wheel
Alert as Scaramouch
A word in your ear. sir spark, l steal,
At the envois end, l touch.
CThey engage)
Better for you had you lain low.
Where skewer my cock? In the heel?
In the heart? Your ribbon blue below?
In the hip and make you kneel?
Flo for the music of clashing steel!
What now? A hit? Not much!
Twill be in the paunch. the stroke
steal.
When, at the envois end, I touch
Oh, for rhyme, for a rhyme In o!
You wriGgle, starch white. my eel
rhyme, a rhyme! The White Feather you
show
JAG. / parry the point of your steel!
The point you hoped l should feel!
1 open the line, now clutch
Your spit. sir scullion-show your ZEAL
At the envoi's end, touch
He declaims solemnly:
Prince, pray heaven for your souls veal
I move a pace-lo, such and such
Cut over-feint! (Thrusting) What no. you
reel?
(rhe vscount staggers. Cyrano salutes)
At the envoi's end. ! touch!
And with the word he pierced the
viscount All was confusion in an in
slant. Ragueneau danced about the
hero of the hour Cyranos bosom
friend, lie Bret, lowered near him, an
xious in his happiness. Valverts
friends bore him away. Women APP
plauded. Nobemen congratulated the
fighter, Roxane's eyes looked down
upon him. The buffet girl pressed the
great man to eat.
"Ah." cried he, II have no money!"
Blushing. she put all the contents Of
the buffet at his service.
Il could not take them from you,
child" he said, 80 keen is our Gascon
pride But fear of hurting you out
weighs the pride. There, these few
grapes, this water, half macaroon
and leave to kiss your hand for des-
sert.'
Deeper grew the little maids
bushes.
Il thank you. sir" she said and
courtesied out of sight.
"She admired you" said lie Bret.
"She? Ah* Admired me-but an
other does not How could l hope it?
Look you on my nose. Where'er | go
it is still quarter of mile ahead Of
me-ridiculous, hideous. And I-of
course love the fairest, the most bril-
liant, most refined, most golden hair
ed-a sweet perfumed rose, full of I'M
conscious charms. All mel"
Your cousin Madeline, Roxane-the
beauty and the wit-Roxane."
"She was death white the duel
through"
Pale at my danger? She?" cried
Cyrano And he himself grew pale at
the thought He trembled now.
And while he trembled and whitened
the duenna of fair Roxane came Gid
ing to his side.
MY lady goes to mass at st. Roch
tomorrow" she whispered. "On the
way there she Graves speech with her
most valiant cousin"
MY God, with me?" cried Cyrano,
faint with rapture.
will you be there?"
Twill | be there? Oh, madame,
without fall"
He arranges rendezvous at the
pastry house of Ragueneau for in
the evening. In his ecstasy of delight
Cyrano falls into LIE Bret's arms and
cries: lie Bret, LIE Bret. You heard
what yonder departing lady said?
Roxane, Roxane knows live."
You are sad no more" jester lie
Bret.