Arizona republican., 1899-01-10
1 FOUGHT A DOZEN.
The Story of a Duel in Which One Man
 Faced Twelve.

So extraordinary is this combat that it would be held a romance had it not been witnessed by a whole army. The hero was Jean Louis, one of the great est masters of swordmanship who ever lived. and the combat happened in Madrid in 1913. He was master-at arms of the 32d regiment of French in- fantry-the 1st regiment, composed on tirely of Italians, forming part of the same brigade Regimental esprit do corps and rivalries of nationality caus- ed constant quarrels, when swords were often whipped out or bullets ex changed.
 After small battle had occurred in the streets of Madrid, in which over two hundred French and Italian sol diers had taken part, the officers of the two regiments, in council of war as- sembled, decided to give such breaches of order great blow, and to re-estab fish discipline they agreed that the masters-at-arms of the two regiments should take up the quarrel and fighe it out.
 The drum is heard; two men, naked to the waist, step into the ring. The first is tall and strong; his black eyes rove disdainfully upon the gaping crowd; he is Giacomo Ferrari. the eel ebrated Italian. The second, tall, also handsome and with muscles like steel, stands modestly awaiting the word of commando; his name is Jean Louis. The witnesses assume their places on either siCe of their principals. A death-1ike silence insues.
 "On guard!" The two masters cross swords; Giacomo Ferrari lunges re- peatedly at Jean Louis; but in vain, his every thrust is met by a parry He a1zo Ls 1,;, and caresses and leases his Orpon nt's blads.
 Jean Louis, calm and watchful, lends himself to the play when, quicker than lightning. the Italian jumps as de with loud yell and makes a terrible lunge at Jean Louisa Flore1tine trick Cftel successful, but with extraordinary rap idity. Jean Louis has parried, and ris- posts quickly in the shoulder.
 ''It is nothing" cried Giacomo. "a mere scratch" and they again fell on guard. Almost directly he is hit in the breast This time the sword of Jean Louis. who is now attacking. penetrates deeply. Giacomo's face te- comes livid, his sword drops from his hand and he falls heavily on the turf. He is dead
 Jean Louis is already in position. He wipes his reeking blade; then, with the point of his sword on the ground, he calmly awaits the next man. He has hardly had two minutes rest. He is ready. A new adversary stands be- fore him.
 sinister click of the swords is heard a lunge, a parry, a rispost and then a cry, a sigh and all is over A second body is before Jean Louis "A third adversary advances. They want ed Jean Louis to rest.
 'I am not tired" he answers with a smile. The signal is given. The Ital- ian is as tall as the one who lies there a corpse, covered by a military cloak. He has closely watched Jean Louis play and he thinks he has guessed the secret of his victories. He multiplies his feints and tricks, and then, all at once. bounding like tiger on his prey, he gives his opponent a terrible thrust in the lower line. But Jean Louis sword has parried, and is now deep within his opponents breast.
 What need to relate any more? Ten new adversaries followed him, and the ten fell before Jean Louis, amid the ex- cited yells and roars of an army.
 At the request of the 32d regiments colonel, who thought the lesson suffi- cfent, Jean Louis, after much pressing, consented to stop the combat, he shook hands with the two survivors, applaud ed by 10000 men,