The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1909-08-25

there certain fascination for me, and kept
my eyes literally stuck him as he proceeded
with his discourse. In honor of the occasion he
had evidently been indulging too freely His face
was flushed; his words were quick and loud, and
he waved his arms in description, he told the
story of disconnected fellow who could get none
to fight a duel with him."
"He got hold of the cap his head" said
MLeod, dashed it on the ground'-saying which
MI.eod grabbed his hair as it were cap,
to the establishment of all of u.s. raising what
might have been his scalp, and disclosing mo-
mentary glimpse of bare skull Next moment he
had hastily let it down again, but Slightly aWry.
A tremor that instant through my frame.
daresay my stare too, must at the same time have
become absolutely rude. For M'Leod irritated by
his mistake, and disconnected snapped at me-
On you," said he, why do you stare at me
so?"
1t was only then became that l was
expressing too much in my look AS at flash
l got my presence of mind. GAS you speak OF
duels," said, with GOODNESS that astonished my
SELF and still holding my gaze on him, Il was
thinking of strange duel which witnessed-and
in this Glen
I'm this Glen!" said several in astonshment.
can indefinable wave, l noticed swept over the
countenance of MLeod. Without ayerting my eye
from his eye, which met mine with defiant
steadiness l said YES in this Glen; and curious
ly'-I don't know what prompted me to hazard
this-s'it took place on this very night, twelve
months ago..
/ felt that those around me sat up in their
seats in amazement-I felt it. but did not see it,
for my attention centered on the one thing.
at is lie!" said M'Leod, with fury that must
have astonished those around
| said hastily and questioningly Il beg your
pardon?"
81 mean to say said M'Leod, addressing the
others, chat there has been no duel in this Glen
since came here three years ago. and there could
be unknown to me-
Ignoring his statement, continued sit was, as
| said very strange duel-in fact duel that
was not duel" l steadily stared at M'Leod.
~,
myself" resumed-close to the parties. without
their knowing l there. They had no Sec
onds. One of the parties was young, slim
man, of the size and appearance of Art OConnor-
you remember Art o Conner OF Glen Dun House?
l said to MLeod
81 do" said M'Leod, defanty.
"The other stout man-just of your height
and build" / nterjected, "and dressed as you are
in an officers uniform" Still, to my deep disap
pointment the fellow blanched not. But"
added, che had lost his wig in a scuffle, and came
out in haste without it,
s SUDDENLY M'Leods eyes stood out; the mus
~ cles of his face twitched.
l went The weapons were pistols. They
agreed to separate and to walk, each, five PAGES,
then turn and, when the young man should count
three, fire. The fellows eye was steady, but mo-
ton that his strong will could not control, was in
the muscles of his face. But behold you, said,
1.-The stout man in the officers uniform a
bastard. When he walked two PAGES he wheeled" .
(M'Leods face had gone lvid), "and fired at his OPP
ponents back, bringing MN down. AND then, l
said starting up in my seat, and speaking hot
ly and with gesture-for | was possessed by a
fury the scoundrel walked forward and emp
tied his pistol into the body of his fallen foe!
"You are a id liar" said MI4eod, leaping to
his feet, and in a twinkling having pistol at
my breast. The pistol was knocked up, and its
contents discharged into the ceiling of the room.
There was a scufle, MIeod had disappeared by
the door, and, the minute following, another
pistol shot heard and the hotelkeeper was
found at the bottom of the hall with his brains
blown out.
Three years later M'Ieod's gamekeeper-a hard
ened old sinner who had been with his master
through the wars, and who had been faithful
as dog to him. ever-died in misery in the Union
poor house. But, before dying, he made state
ment of how the night of the fatal 18th OF
June, when MLeod celebrating the anniver
sary of Waterloo his unusual carouse, Art OCon
nor had drunk gambled. and quarreled with him