Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1898-05-12

Sell killed in Q duel, under strange
circumstances, q few days after the
death Of his eleventh and last victim.
On the evening Of . masked ball at
the Grand Theater at Bordeaux,
Larilliere was seated in the adjoining
cafe. II was about II o'clock, and
the Count, not being in q very quar-
relsome humor, was occupied in
peacefully imbloing glass Of punch.
Suddenly tall young man, wearing q
black domino and black velvet mask,
entered the room and strobe up to the
table at which the formidable Count
was seated.
No particular notice was taken of
the newcomer at first; but no sooner
was he observed to be in the vicinity
OF Larilliere's table than all eyes
were attracted toward him, Without
q single preliminary observation he
seized hold of the Counts glass,
threw away the punch it contained
and ordered the waiter in loud
voice 10 BRING O small bottle of
orgeat in its place.
Witnesses of the scene say that at
this moment. for the first time in
their lives, they saw that Larilliere
had turned pale. II was the common
belief in Bordeaux that during all the
years this man had been applying
himself to the work of destruction he
had never once allowed his counten-
ance to betray the slightest emotion.
"Scoundrel!" ne exclaimed, you do
not know who ! am" at the same
time making vigorous but unsuc-
cessful effort to remove the strangers
mask.
Il know who you are perfectly
WELL" the other replied coldly, forcing
Larilliere violently back into his seat.
All present started to their feet,
and, without venturing to interfere,
anxiously waited the issue Of this
strange provocation.
WAITER" exclaimed the stranger,
"be quick with that bottle Of orgeat!"
At this second command the bottle
was brought, and the masked man,
drawing pistol from his pocket,
proceeded to address his adversary
thus:
Unless in the presence OF this
company, and for my own personal
satisfaction, you at once swallow this
glass of orgeat, | will blow your
brains out with less conjunction
than ! would those Of dog. Should
you, however, comply with my bid
ding ! will do you the honor of fight.
ing you tomorrow morning"
with the saber?" demanded Lar
illiere, convulsed with rage.
| with what weapon you please" re-
piled the stranger disoainfully.
Whereupon the Count swallowed
the orgeat every one present pre-
serving a deathlike silence.
I The masked man, satisfied with the
result, now retired, saying in voice
loud enough to be heard by all in the
room:
To-day | have humbled you suffi.
GENTLY; tomorrow | intend to take
your life. My seconds will wait upon
you at 5 o'clock in the morning. We
will fight on the spot where you kill
ed the young Chevalier de c." This
was the name of the Counts last VIC
tim.
Inc following morning Larilliere
found himself in the presence of a
man, no longer wearing a mask, who
appeared to be some Is years old,
and of calm and dignified but sim
gularly resolute bearing. His Sec
onds were two private soldiers be-
longing to one of the regiments Of the
garrison. They brought weapons
with them, but Lari|iere's seconds
took exception to them, at which
scarcely perceptible smile passed
over the strangers face.
turned to his seconds md said IN a
low tome.
"For once 7 be,ieve bave found INV
equal"
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