The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-07-06

Quette, monsieur. in calling ia all
here
Perhaps so, but had pur-
pose. ! wished you to hear ,.y ar
rangements with your second. My
principal has chosen his weapons.
He elects to fight with natures
weapons-his naked fiste. So you
will prepare yourself at once, mon.
sieuri'
"Pollinet sprang forward. but
Georges was before him. 'Whati'
he screamed. is this an ;nsultf
Fistsl Outrageousi Have you no
notions Of honor, you Englishs
Name your weapons, I sayr
81 have already done so. said
Pointon, with grim smile.
"'And we refuse. cried Georges.
Your suggestion is an insult.
my principal has been insult
ed said Pointon coolly. He de-
mands satisfaction and has chosen
his weapons
1.-THE Frenchmen were instantly
q jabbering, gesticulating group. 1t
was monstrocs, outrageous, an un-
heard of INSULT Pollinet would, of
course, refuse 30 insulting a bust
ness, and so on.
"Milor at this juncture made some
remark to his secretary, who, rails
ing his voice above the hubbub, said:
My principal has been insulted,
he demands satisfaction, and if mon
sieur is not ready in five minutes he
will thrash him.
"Again there was confusion of
tongues. They would not stay to be
insulted any longer They would
leave the room and publish the Eng
ishman's baseness to the world
But milor stood with his back
against the door, with grim smile
on his lips, and there was not one
Of them who cared to ask him to
move.
Presently rnilor glanced at his
watch and then began to divest him.
self Of his coat and vest. is your
principal going to defend himself
like a man, or be whipped as cow
ardf' asked Pointon of Georges.
"Again there was torrent of
speech, especially from Georges,
and Pollinet made no preparation.
Very we'll Timel' said the secre-
tary, and milor squared up to his
opponent, who was livid, and touch
ed him lightly on the cheek.
F" ] warn you, said Pointon po-
itely to Georges, that monsieur
will find it difficult to fight in his
coat. Once more, are you ready9'
"A moment said Georges, and
there was a hurried consultation
among the six. who were thorough
ly cowed. after which Georges
spoke. We protest against this, he
said, but NJ. Pollinet will fight, but
we ehall demand satisfaction for
the outrage
You shall have it, said Pointon
gayly. IA silence Pollinet was di-
vested Of his coat and vest and faced
the Englishman with Ear less conf.
dence than one would expect from
such hero.
'Timer called Pointon again,
and the encounter began. Milor's
ennui had gone. he was no longer
drawling, b1ase aristacFat, but an
! athlete. Hebegan by dealing a light
blow on hia opponent 'sSnnse, which
drew blood and broughE ouch q com.
ical look Of surprise on his face that
Pointon could net RESTRAIN his ss.ar-
riment, bat the next moment the
bravo broke into O fury and rushed
on milor, his hands going like wind
mills. The barOnet played with
him, contenting himself by warding
Of the blows. and only occasionally
dealt one himself, till at last he
Hoorea the Frenchman with left
handler on the jaw.
His friends crowded round Pol
hnet, helplessly gesticulating and
chattering, and Pointon had to
sponge his face and fan him.
j .' brutaii BrutaIi': exclaimed
Georges in state of fiery indigna-
| Acn
Timer said Pointon, looking
! ct his watch, and unwillingiy the
bravo was made to rise and face his
antagonist The duelist's attack was
more feeble this time, and milor
punished him little more severely,
finally sending him to the ground,
again meaning and and gToaning. again
hands and voices were raised in hor-
! ror.
Georges bent over him and then
TUNED to Pointon. Monsieur he
said, getting his worde OUT with di9-
fculty, honor is satisfied. My prin-
cipal acknowledges defeat
|" No. no. said milor, condescend-
ing to speak French for the first
time. this is duel to'the death,
yon must remember. Monsieur, who
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