The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-05-24
A COOL DENVER STUDENT.
How He Called Down Fire Eating
German Bully.

German Bully.
'sQuarrels are picked by many Ger
man students on the slightest pretext,
said young physician who studied i'll
Berlin university. 81 was sitting one
evening at table in beer garden con-
versing in German with fellow stu
dent who hailed from Denver. His
name was BARLEY, and he was bundle
of nerve. We were talking in moderate
tones, discussing the rivers Of the world.
Bartley remarked that the Rhine was
muddy. Two or three German students
were sitting at an adjacent table, and
one Of them happened to overhear the
remark He stepped up to us with
clustering air.
"'Djd You say the Rhine was mud
Gy river?' he asked in threatenir!
tone. Bartley replied that he did.
81 live on the Rhine. remarked II z
Deutscher significantly.
3. What of it9' asked BARLEY. ": II
amused interest.
:" This much, answered the Ger
man, getting excited. You have ca ,t a
reflection en- the river. and you hav'iin-
suited me. shall call you to account
for your offensive Language. 1chal] snse
you to duel.
/" 4 don't want to fight a duel.
/" AS you please, sir. If you dfcline
to fight, shall brand yen as coward.
I" But ] don't think I am coward,
answered BARLEY i'll quiet way. He
still refused to look at the matter in
serious light. I may be coward, but
I don't think that / am. / shall not
fight unless you insist on it. for I don t
see that we have any quarrel. You
don't own the Rhine. You act as if you
had exclusive control of the stream. Go
away. You are drunk!'
"This enraged the would be duelist
beyond measure. He fairly frothed at
the mouth and began to talk of the
choice manner in which he would carve
up the insulting American. Things be-
gan to come to a crisis. The warlike
student wanted to have the affair come
off right away. BARLEY turned to me
and asked with wink if ! would act
as his second. I replied that I would.
The German dramatically shouted that
he wanted no delay.
.s Hold on, cried BARLEY. 4 have
the right to choose the weapons, I be-
lieve. Every one stopped, and there was
a muumur that told him he was correct.
T could see that the belligerent student
was little worried. He expected that
the choice would be pistols, and he did
not like to face one with an American
looking coolly over the shining barrel.
He paused, then added with sneer:
g Let it be pistols, then, Herr
American. T. shall shoot to kill. So be-
ware:
..'Who said I was going to ask for
pistols2' retorted BARLEY with a glare.
T call for shotguns loaded with 12
buckshot, at Is PAGES
s+The mob stared in amazement. The
big guy who was so anxious for scrap
gave gu1p that should have landed
his esophagus- at the bottom of his
stomach.
/" What do you mean?' he gasped.
I" Just what said, answered Bart.
ley, as coolly as if he were discussing a
shot at billiards.
/" You. are crazy.
s I'm not coward, then2'
"But the student had forgotten all
about wanting to fight; and he went
away without word. Bartley told me
afterward that he would have stuck to
his proposition if his bluff had been
called, and / believe that he would. -
Washington Post.