The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1908-09-05
TIRE DUELIST'
WATERLOO

alt@H 4aBAHAHHf raul fAuEHHe Leroy
Ledeaux, chevalier Of the order Of the
Red Broadsword and the most fa-
nous, most persistent duelist in Paris,
informed Arthur Dunlap that the Gal
lie honor Of the former was outrag
eously touched, and that only the
sight OF the American gentlemanis
blood could at all appease him, it was
Mr. Dunlap's time to be vexed.
It was all foolish, airy trifle about
a lady-about a little blonde lady Of
the daintiest charm, it is true; but
still It was the merest nothing, and
Mr. Dunlap was very busy just then
turning little, green certificates Of
stock into good hard money Mr..
Dunlap, who knew the lady very well,
had winked at her in the course Of a
funny story at the box party; and
Monsieur Paul had jumped to his
feet and there had been q flung glove
and the boiling Of bluest Latin blood.
Monsieur Paul repaired to his
apartments at the Durham and made
ready his shining instruments Of car
mage. There was just room on the
rapier's slim point for the insolent
Yankees red blood, mused mon
sieur and, if the American chose
pistols, monsieur had a pair that glis-
tened like brass in the sunlight
Arthur Dunlap, after he had figured
out the deal in Dubuque & Northern.
partook Of sizzling drink or so, and
proceeded to devise the matter Of
weapons and things, for he was the
challenged party The devising was
finished Just as the brass-satyr clock
On the mantel iingled two o'clock in
the warm, dark morning, and at this
time Mr. Dunlap clambered into bed
with smile Of content-this was
the sizzling drinks, no doubt.
This was the fashion of the com
bat Of honor outraged, as borne by the
representatives of Mr., Dunlap to the
fiery Frenchman at the Durham next
morning The principals were to seat
themselves on stools. side by side, in
the pitch dark convention room at the
Durham. The flip Of a coin BY the
seconds should decide which Of the
combatants should depart from the
great room, leaving his rival in the
still dark, black chamber The loser,
seated on the stool, should press one
Of two buttons, releasing one of two
doors at the end Of the hall Behind
one Of the doors would Turk the little
blonde lady Of the boisterous box
party behind the other-grim, white
old Boxer the polar bear of the zoo
logical gardens. In the matter of
whether the lady or the bear should
come forth to embrace the man on the
stool in the dark, the great god
Chance should say. You know where
Mr.. Dunlap got the conceit; his rival
did not.
To the terms Of this duel Monsieur
Paul made most voluble. shrug-shoul
dered Latin objection
"Eet ees rideeklous-I win not haff
Get so-zee idea-zee deesgrace,1 he
chartered, but the seconds were in
exorable, and Monsieur Paul was
obliged to submit
When the hour for the duel arrived
the combatants took their places on
the stools in the big, empty room and
the lights were switched off There
was mumbling in the small ante
room, and voices of the seconds were
heard announcing:
Heads win. Mr.. Dunlap will leave
the room. Monsieur Paul will remain
seated and press the button"
There was the sound Of man de-
soending from a stool and his quick
stride across the floor until Mr.. Dun
lap Joined the party in the anteroom
then silence and darkness in the as
sembly room of the Hotel Durham.
The scraping Of the Frenchman for
the button on the stool was heard, and
then the swinging of a door at the
end OF the gloomy hall. Something
stepped out upon the bare floor and
there came the noise Of body shut
fling its way up the hall toward Mon
sieur Paul on the stool A sweet, BAT
fling smell-say Of a garden In old
Araby-became evident, and then
'Mademoisellet7 the Frenchman
shrieked in the darkness, are you
there -answer-my Cod
The great hall fared Up in a second,
and there stood revealed the immense,
shaggy form of an Arctic bear in the
act Of embracing a pale, perspiring
dandy-a dandy who toppled the next
second in a swoon to the floor, while
the only bear that ever laughed and
waited old world perfume walked
away on the shoulder Of her fiance.
Arthur Dunlap, u. S. A.
Horrors Of the Police Court.
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