The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1921-12-30

e out arousing as yet an emotion o
any sort. He had done that which
4 he ought to have done; he haC
Z shown himself to be that which M
: ought to be. People would tall
= about it, they would praise him
they would congratulate him. H
| repeated in a loud voice, speakina
I as one speaks when ones thought
are very much troubled:
What a brute the fellow vast"
Then he sat down, and began ia
reflect. He must find seconds, the
first thing in the morning. Whom
should he choose? He thought over
those men of his acquaintance who
had the best positions, who were the
most celebrated. He finally selected
the Marquis de la Tour-Noire, and
the Colonel B%ourdin, a nobleman
NV " ooiuiSl. very SOOu mueeu.
Their m would sound well in
the papers. He perceived that he
was thirsty, and he drank, one after
another, three glasses of water; then
he began again to walk up and down
the room. He felt himself full of
energy. If he clustered a little, if
he showed himself resolute at all
points, if he demanded rigorous and
dangerous conditions, if he insisted
on a serious duel, very serious, ter
rible, his opponent would probably
withdraw and make apologies.
He picked up the card which he
had pulled out of his pocket and
thrown Oh the table, and he reread
it with a single glance. He had al
ready done so at the cafe and IN
thencab, on his way home. 'Geor-
ges Lamil, 81 Rue Money" Nothing
more.
He examined these assembled let
tiers, which seemed to him myster-
ious, and full of a confused mean-
ing. Georges Lamil. Who was
this man? What had he beer about:
Why had he stared at thai woman il.
such a way? Was it not revolving
that a stranger, an unknown, should
so come and trouble our life, all on
a sudden, simply because he had
been pleased to fix his eyes insolent.
ly upon a wonman that you knew ?
And the viscount repeated yet again,
in a loud voice:
What a brutei"
Then he remained m~otionless, up
thinking, his look ever planted
on the card. A rage awoke in him
against this piece of paper, an anger
full of hate in which was mixed a
uneasy feeling. 1t was
this whole affair, He took !
1 little penknife which lay open to s
hand, and pricked it into the {
middle of the printed name, as if i
lie had poinarded some one. a
However, they must fight He L
himself as indeed the in Il
ulted party. And, having thus the 6
light, should he choose the pistol ori
he sword? With the sword he d
less; but with the pistol he t
ad the chance of making his adver h
airy withdraw. 1t is very rare that (;
duel with swords proves mortal. 81
mutual prudence preventing the n
ombatants from engaging near
nough for the point of a rapier to il
.ter very deep. With the pistol he pi
sked his life seriously; but he tc
light also come out of the affair al
it'll all the honors of the situation. H
nd without going so far as an ac- be
Ial meeting. st
He said: be
Il must be firm. He will be
af
The sound of his voice made him
emble. and he looked about him. fiji
e felt himself very rvo He to
ank another glass of water, then sli
gan to undress himself to go to Hi
d. tn
AS 500 as he was in bed, he blew M
t the light and shut his eyes. on
He thought: DIR
I've got all day tomorrow to at
nd to my affairs. I'd better sleep
st so as to be calm" col
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