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


quette, monsieur, in calling US all
here.
Perhaps so, but I had a pur-
pose. wished you to hear my ar
rangements with your second. My
principal has chosen his weapons.
He elects to fight with natures
weapons-his naked fists. So you
will prepare yourself at once, mon
sieur!
"Pollinet sprang forward, but
Georges was before him. 'Whatr
he screamed. is this an insults
Fistsl Outrageous! Have you no
notions of honor, you English9
Name your weapons, I sayl'
Il have already done So, said
Pointon, with a grim smile.
And we refuse, cried Georges.
Your suggestion is an insult.
Ny principal has been insult
ed,' said Pointon coolly. He de-
mands satisfaction and has chosen
his weapons.
1.-THE Frenchmen were instantly
a jabbering, gesticulating group. 1t
was monstrous, outrageous, an I'M
heard of INSULT Pollinet would, Of
course, refuse so insulting a busi-
ness, and so on.
"Milor at this juncture made some
remark to his secretary, who, rails
ing his voice above the hubbub, said:
Z" 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 a 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 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
ards' asked Pointon of Georges.
"Apain there was a 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.
{" 4 warn you, said Pointon po-
litely to Georges, that monsieur
will find it difficult to fight in his
coat. Once more, are you readys'
GA 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 shall demand satisfaction for
the outrage.
You shall have it, said Pointon
gayiy. In silence Pollinet was di-
vested of his coat and vest and faced
the Englishman with far less conf
dance than one would expect from
such hero.
'Timel' called Pointon again,
and the encounter began. Milor'a
ennui had gone. he was no longer
drawing, blase aristocrat, but an
athlete. he began by dealing light
blow on his opponents nose, which
drew blood and broughtsuch COM
ical look of surprise on his face that
Pointon could not restrain his mer-
riment, but the next moment the
bravo broke into fury and rushed
on milor, his hands going like wind
mills. The baronet played with
him, contenting himself by warding
off the blows, and only occasionally
dealt one himself, till at last he
floored the Frenchman with left
handler on the jaw.
His friends crowded round Pol
inet, helplessly gesticulating and
chattering, and Pointon had to
sponge his face and fan him.
'Brutall Brutal' exclaimed
Georges in state Of fiery indigna-
scn.
Timer said Pointon, looking
at his watch, and unwillingly the
bravo was made to rise and face his
antagonist. The duelist's attack was
more feeble this time, and milor
punished him a little more severely,
finally sending him to the ground,
again moaning and groaning. Again
hands and voices were raised in hor-
Tor.
Georges bent over him and then
turned to Pointon. Monsieur, he
said, getting his words out with diff
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 tothe death,
you must rem ember. Monsieur, who