The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1904-11-23
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ana waved your SWORD TO
Napoleonic tactics
"'But 1 did, I protested, and we at
once began to argue again. The judge
had no proofs to sustain his side, but
he was aggressive and persistent, and
when finally announced the severance
of our long-Standing friendship his re-
ply forced me to challenge him for the
third time. He accepted with eager
ness, and again we met on the field
Il did not want to send my old
friend out of the world, but justice to
my reputation obliged me to put an
end to what was beginning to look
like farce. I bore his wooden limbs
in mind while preparations were being
made by the seconds, but when the
time came to pull trigger had clean
forgotten whether he had an artificial
aimed to wound and cripple him, but
my bullet found a wooden leg again,
and the man got up smiling.
The papers now took up the affair
and made me a victim Of Durlesque,
and I gave the judge to understand
that his further opinion was of no
consequence to me. He kept quiet for
a week or So and then wrote a letter to
that my leaving out that seventh. wave
had much to do with the downfall of
the confederacy. I tried to treat his
communication with silent dignity, but
he persisted until I had to send him
fourth challenge. 1 felt the loss of
prestige in fighting a man who was
half flesh and half wood, but he drove
me into it. In fact, had 1 refused to
challenge him he would have denounced
me as coward.
1.-THE Judge was taking a bath when
my challege reached him, but he did
not wait five seconds before accepting.
In fact he dated his reply from the
bath tub, and he announced that he
would grant me special privileges on
the forthcoming occasion.
What those special privileges were
I rot 1o6 aF7Ixr xxvl7a 7 oh
field. In order to save his wooden leg
from further damages and give me
fair show he proposed to discard the
limb and have his body tied to tree.
OF course, I could not countenance any
such trifing, and when we at length
stood ready for the word 1 determined
to plant a. bullet where it would make
him a cripple for several months to
come.
Il never took cooler. steadier aim,
and when he went down I was pre-
pared to hear that he might lnger be-
tween life and death for the next fort
ever. My bullet tore hole through ms
wooden arm. and he was assisted to his
feet without a scratch.
Il do not like to recall the observa-
-tions of the public pressson that fourth
duel. Sufficient to say that was held
UP to ridicule in such a way that
challenged three different editors and
fought two Of them, and that l lost
went to Washington and remained
three months to let matters die down
and give Judge Brady a chance to move
out of town.
when l returned, however, he was.
the first man to greet me at the depot.
Gripping my hand IN a brotherly way
he asked after my health, and added
Colonel Bunker, we nave been. frlenuS
from boyhood and 1 hope that friendship
may continue tin death, but I shall all
wave short at Fair Oaks. know you lost
over a hundred of your brave men IN
making that charge, but If you had a. only MY
times think what difference it might
have made to our country
with indiffe rence if it came up again. but
my good resolution vanished in a breath
to fifth duel 1 saw that I must kill him
to get rid of him, and asked that the
dnel tane Pldfe n8er ahouId fire al the
word and then continue to fire until one
or the other was down.
Our meeting was witnessed by nVe
hundred spectators, and those who knew
my record as a duelist predicted that the
Judge would never leave the field alive.
He did, though 1 had six shots at him,
and every one was aimed at his body, and
Sistrih,,+ed befveen his Nrooden leg and
arm. 1t seemed as If they We're magnets
to draw the lead.
and one requiring wit to extricate myself
from, but I saved the day and have al
ways felt bit proud over 1t.
II walked up to the judge as he lay on
the ground and unstrapped his limbs and
carried them off on my shoulder, and then
sent a carriage and a fast messenger and
had him to breakfast, and when he be-
gan to talk about those sword waves
again and prepare the way for another
meeting frankly confessed to having left
the seventh wave out, and thus spoiled his
argument and his case for all time to
come.
"Yas, sub, that was the way it all end
ed. sub; and now. sub, being the day is
L
tell yo' plainly that if I was asked to wet
my whistle with another of those juleps-I
with another of those
And his whistle was wet.-(Copyright,
1901 by T. G. McClure.)