The labor world., 1898-01-15

OaTe OIuef ME 10 Ue S1l0ut, luSOl0uL,
scum. barbarian! Go back to your
filthy island! Go before whip
you!' And he took milor's hat from
his isead and flung it toward the
door. Follow your hat!' said he,
dancing round the table in his rage.
THE Englishman yawned, slowly
raised himself and looked at Polli-
net with unmoved countenance.
Ask him, he said to his secretary
In English, If he is clown. Or if he
means=it for an insult9'
" :: An insult!' screamed Pollinet.
Yes, yes, he shall go back to his
barbarous island a corpse!' e..
g Very well, then. We have
choice Of weapons, I believer said
Pointon for his master. ,..s.--
Yes, yes, swords or pistols, as
rou choose, at any time! Twill kill
Tou L cried Pollinet. ....
: It shall be now, said the secre'
,ary coolly, and he called for the pro.
prietor, who came, as obsequious
and craven as ever. Yes, if mes
sieurs needed it, he had large
room, very retired, but messieurs
would recollect that he was a poor
man.
AT & sign from milor Pointon
cut him short. Lead the way he
said. Messieurs' to Pollinet and
his friends follow, please.
Blanc led him to deserted room
at the back Of the house, got water
and sponges at Pointon's orders,
and then the door was closed upon
him. The baronet locked it and
stood with his back against it, look
ing intensely bored. f. B
90 Monsieur, said Pointon, adj
dressing Pollinet and speaking very
cold my principal has choice Of
WEAPONS, and he ordains that the
duel shall be fought in this room
and mmediately. Please to nomi-
natesyour second 4
My friend NJ Georges will act
for me, said Pollinet, drawing him
self up arrogantly. ALLOW me to
remark you betray ignorance of eti-
lquette, monsieur, in calling us all
here. .,5 81.
8. Perhaps 60, but / had a pur-
pose. ] wished you to hear my ar
engagements with your second. Ny
principal has chosen his weapons.
He elects to fight with natures
weapons his naked fists. So you
will prepare yourself at once, mon
sieur!' IT, .@o "
''Pollinet sprang forward, but
Georges was before him. 'What!'
he screamed. is this an insulti
Fists! Outrageous! Have you no
notions Of honor, you English'
Name your weapons, I sayl' KITTY EE1 S.
.'#.I have already done so,' said
Pointon, with a grim smile.
ss. And we refuse, : cried Georges.
Your suggestion is an insult.
Ny principal has been insult
ed, said sPointon coolly. He de.
mands satisfaction and has chosen
his weapons. .s55g !,
1.-THE Frenchmen were instantly
a jabbering, gesticulating group. It
was monstrous, outrageous, an TN.
heard of insult! Pollinet would, of
course, refuse so insulting bust
ness, and SO on. H. II a.
'Milor at this juncture made some
remark to his secretary, who, rails
ing his voice above the hubbub, said:
I Ny principal has been insulted,
he demands satisfaction, and if mon
sieur is not ready in five minutes he
will thrash him. ..
Again there was a confusion of
tongues. They would not stay to be
insulted any longer. They would
leave the room and publish the Eng
lishman'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 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 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. Time!' said the secre
tary, and milor squared up to his
opponent, who was livid, and touch
ed him lightly on the cheek.
I 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
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