Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1905-03-16

soldier, you have even resorted TO the
barbarity of the poison-wasp. Par
don me- but you Yankees do not seem
to have any mercy or fairness for a
foe. We shall give you better treat
ment. You shall not be killed like a
rat in a trap. You shall have a chance
for your life. Had you halted, had
you been a coward, you would not have
been worthy to fight in this arena.
You would not have come where you
are standing, and possibly even now
your grave would have been filled. Ii
you survive the ordeal that is to come
| hope it will prove an example to you
of the honor that is due to bravery,
of the fairness due foe"
Many voices spoke the word Amen"
as he stopped turning to beckon in
to the gloom about us. | was now quite
over my confusion. | began to look
about me and get my bearings. | could
hear stir in the crowd beyond the
lights, and a murmur of voices. Re-
fecting lanterns from many pillars
near by shot their rays upon me.
stood on a platform, some 80 feet
square, in the middle of a large room
Its floor was on a level with the faces
of the many who stood pressing to
the row of lights. Here, | took it, |
was to fight for my life. | was looking
at the yawning grave in the corner of
| this arena when four men ascended
with swords and pistols. One of them
f,t,n
| hands free. | thanked him as he
| tossed them aside. | was thinking of
D'ri, and. shading my eyes, looked off
| in the gloom to see if | could discover
| him. | called his name, but heard no
| answer His lordship came over to
me, bringing new sword. He held
the glitteTing blade before me, its hilt
in his right hand, its point resting on
| the fingers of his left.
"It s good" said he, quietly; "try
| it,"
| 1t was beautiful weapon, its guard
and pommel and quillons sparkling
with wrought-silyer, its grip of yell
| low leather laced with blue silk. The
| glow and the feel of it filled me with
a joy had not known since my father
gave me the sword of my childhood
1t drove the despair out of me, and
was new man.
well, how do you find it?" said he,
impatiently.
Il am satisfied" was my reply.
He helped me take off my blouse and
waistcoat, and then | rolled my sleeves
to the elbow. The hum of voices had
grown louder. l could hear men offer
ing to bet and others bantering for
odds.
I'VE II know soon," said a voice near
me, whether he could have killed
Ronley in fair fight"
| | turned to look at those few in the
arena. There were half a dozen of
them now, surrounding my adversary
a man taller than the rest, with a
heavy neck and brawny arms and
| shoulders. He had come out Of the
crowd unobserved by me. He also
was stripped to the shirt, and had
| rolled up his sleeves, and was trying
| the steel He had a red, bristling mus
tache and Overhanging brows and a
vulgar face-not that of a man who
| settles his quarrel with the sword. /
| judged a club or a dagger would have
been better suited to his genius. But,
among fighters, it is easy to be fooled
| by a face. In a moment the others had
| gone save his lordship and that portly
bald-headed man | had heard him re-
buke as Sir Charles" My adversary
met me at the center of the arena
where we shook hands | could see, or
| thought | could, that he was entering
upon business new to him, for there
was in his manner an indication of un-
| steady nerves.
Gentlemen, are you ready?" said
| his lOrdsEip.
But there are reasons why the story
of what came after should be none of
my telling. | leave it to other and bet
ter eyes that were not looking between
flashes of steel, as mine were. And
then one has never fair view of his
| iehtS