The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-09-21
If foils and. presenting the silts. 6ads

II foils and. presenting the hilts. 6ads
,im take his choice.
There isn't any difference between
hem that | know Of" she said. and
then added archly, but you will feel
better at last, when all IL over and the
Itlng of defeat tingles through you, IL
1ou are conscious of having used every
Iensible precaution."
He looked straight into her eyes, try
| ng to catch what was in her mind, but
here was bewildering glamour play.
ng across those gray, opal tinted wells
" mystery, from which he could draw
mly mischievous smile CLINT. direct,
laring. irresistible.
We'll" he said, taking one of the
oils, what do you really mean? Is 1t
! challenge without room for honorable
ctreatT
"The time for parlcy is past" she re-
Ilicd Follow me to the battle ground"
She led the way to pleasant little
'ourt in the rear of the cabins yard,
pace between two wings and vine
covered trells, beyond which lay
veil kept vineyard and vegetable gar
len. Here snc turned about and faced
I'm, posing her foil with a fine grace.
Are you ready?" she inquired.
He tried again to force way into
he depths of her eyes with his, but he
night as well have attacked the sun.
h he stood in n confusion of not very
CELL defined feelings, undecided hest.
tatlng, half expecting that there would
be some laughable turn to end the af-
fair.
Are you afraid. NJ. Beverley" she
demanded after short waiting in
silence.
He laughed now and whipped the air
with his foil
"You certainly are not in earnest? he
said interrogatively. "Do you really
mean that you want to fence With me?"
IF you think because I'm only q
girl you can easily beat me, try It,"
she tauntlnGly replied, making a level
thrust toward his breast
Quick as a fash he parted. and then
a merry clinking and twinkling of steel
blades kept time to their swift move.
ments. Instantly, by the sure sense
which is half sight. half feeling-the
sense that guides the experienced fenc-
ers hand and wrist-Beverley knew
that he had probably more than his
match, and In ten seconds his attack
was met by time thrust In opposition
which touched him sharply.
Alice sprang back. lowered her point
and laughed.
"Jc vous salue. NJ. Beverley" she
cried, with childlikc show OF delight.
did you feel the buttonT'
Yes, | felt It," he said with frank
acknowledgment in his voice. at was
cleverly done. Now give me a chance
to redeem myself"
He began more carefully and found
that she. too. was on her best mettle:
but II was short bout as before.
Alice seemed to give him an easy open
ing and he accepted 1t with a thrust.
Then something happened that he did
not understand. The point of his foil
was somehow caught under his oppo-
nent's hilt guard while erblade seemed
TO twist around his. At the same time
there was a wiring and n jerk. the like
OF which he had never before felt. and
he was disarmed. his wrist and fingers
aching with the wrench they had re.
ceived
OF course the thing was not new; he
had been disarmed before: but her
trick OF doing it was quite n mystery
to him, altogether different from any
that he had ever seen.
"Nous me pardonnercz, monsieur"
she mockingly exclaimed, picking up
his weapon and offering the hilt to
him. Here is your swordw'
Keep It," he said. folding his arms
and trying to look unconcerned: you
have captured it fairly. | am at your
mercy; be kind to me-"
mime. Roussillon and Jean, the
hunchback, hearing the racket of the
foils, had come out to see and were
standing agape.
"You ought to be ashamed. Alice"
said the dame in scolding approval of
what she had done. Girls do not fence
with gentlemen"
This girl does" said Alice.
"And with extreme disaster to this
gentleman" said Beverley, laughing in
tone Of discontinue and resignation.
"Ah, m'sieu', there's nothing but dis
aster where she goes" complained
Nine. Roussillon. she is a destroyer
OF everything. Only yesterday she
dropped my pink bowl and broke It.
the only one | had"
"And just TO think" said Beverley
what would have been the condition
of my heart had we been using raplers
instead of leather buttoned foils! She
would have spitted it through the very
center"
Like enough" replied the dame in
differently. "She wouldn't vince,
either-not She"