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THE GAZETTE.
ESTABLISHED 1859.
USTew Series.
SERVED OUT.
In the year 183—there lived at Borde
aux the last, or one of the last, of * long
line of scoundrels who had made that
part of France infamous (to our ideas)
by a succession of cold blooded murders,
committed un ler the sanction of. what
people were pleased to term ‘‘the code of
honor." This was a certian Comte de
Y— , a man of great physical
strength,imperturbable sangfroid,andrel
entless cruelty. Not a bad sort of com
panion, as some said, when the fit— the
dueling fit—was not on him; but this
came once in about every six months,
and then he must have blood, it mattered
little whose. He had killed and maimed
boys of sixteen, fathers of families, mili
tary officers, journalists, advocates,
peaceful countrygentlemen. The cause
of a quarrel was of no importance ; if one
did not present itself readily, he made
one ; always contriving that, according
to the code aforesaid, he should be the
insulted party, thus having the choice
of weapons ; and he was deadly with the
small sword. It is difficult for us to re
alize a state of society in which such a
wild beast could be permitted to go at
large; but we know it to be true that
such creatures were endured in France,
just as we are assured that there were
at one time wolves in Yorkshire, only the
less noisome vermin had a harder time
of it as civilization progressed than was
dealt outto the bum n brute.
The latest exploit of the Comto de
V , previous to the story I am about
to relate, was to goad a poor student
into a challenge, and when it was repre
sented to him that the had never held a
sword in his life, so that it would be
fairer to use pistols, be replied that “fools
sometimes made mistakes with pistols.”
and the next morning ran him through
the lungs. The evil fit was on him ; but
the blood thus shed quieted him for an
other half year, and rather more, for pub
lic opinion was unfavorable, and the air
or Bordeaux because too warm for him.
But the scandal blew over after a time,
and he came back to Iris old haunts, one
of which was a cafe by the river side,
whore many used to spend their Sunday.
lufcQ the'little garden of this establish’
rrsent oqr wolf swaggm ed one fine sum
fntfp;rTTt-.''/'nßrT!, dfltlrt'-re LNcvy dark look
’and nervous tti clung, which those who
were acquainted with lnm well knew
meant mischief. The evil fit was on him;
consequently he found himself the eontre
of a circle that expanded as he went on.
This did not displease him. lie liked to
b • feared. Ho knew he could make a
quarrel when he chose, so ha looked
around for a victim.
At a table almost in the middle of the
garden sat a man of about thirty years of
age, of middle height, and an expression
of countenance which at first struck one
as mild and good humored. He was en
paged reading a journal which seemed to
interest him, and eating strawberries, an
occupation which does not call forth any
latent strength of character. Above all,
he was profoundly unconscious of the
presence of Ms ie Comte de Y—and
continued eating his strawberries and
reading his paper as though no wolf
were in that pleasant hold.
As the Count approached this table, it
become sufficiently well known whom he
was about to honor with his insolence;
and the circle narrowed again to see the
play. It is not bad sj ort, with some of
us, to see a fellow creature baited—es
pecially when we are out of danger of
wolves.
The strawberry-eaters’ costume was
not such its was ordinarily worn in
France at ‘■.hat time, and he had a curi
ous hat, which—the weather being warm
—he had placed on the table by bis side.
‘Ho is a foreigner,” whispered some in
the dress circle. “Perhaps he does not
know Monsieur le Comte.”
Monsieur le Comte seated himself at
the table opposite the unconscious stran
ger, and called loudly, “Garcon.”
“Garcon,” he said, when that func
tionary appeared, “take away that nasty
thing!” pointing to the hat aforesaid.
Now the stranger’s elbow, as ho read
his journal, was on the brim of the “nas
ty thing,” which was a very good hat,
but of British form and make. The gar
con was embarrassed.
“Do yon hear me?” thundered the
Count. “Take me that thing away ! No
one has a light to place his hat on the
table.”
“I beg your pardon,” said the strawber
ry eater.politely placing the offending ar
ticle on his bead, and drawing a chair a
little aside ; “I w ill make room for Mon
sieur.”
The garcon was about to retire well
satisfied, when the bully called after
him— - *
“Have I not commanded you to take
that thing which annoys me away ?”
“But, Monsieur le Comte, it is impos
sible.”
“"Whatis impossible?”
“That I should take the gentleman’s
hat.”
“By no means,” observed the stranger,
uncovering again. “Be so good as to
carry my hat to the lady at the counter,
and ask her, on my behalf, to do me the
favor to accept charge of it for the pre
sent.”
“You speak French passably well for a
foreigner,” said the bully, stretching his
arms over the table, and looking his
neighbor full in the face—a titter of con
tempt going round the circle.
“I am not a foreigner, Monsieur.”
“I am sorry for that.”
“So am I”
“Ma> one, without indiscretion, in
ELBERTOA, GEORGIA. JUNE 16. 1875.
quire why?”
“Certainly. Because, if I were a for
eigner, I should be spared the pain of
seeing a compatriot behave himself very
rudely.”
“Meaning me?”
“Meaning precisely you.”
“Do you know who I am?” asked the
Count, half turning his back upon him,
and facing the lookers on, as ranch as to
say, “Now observe how I will crush this
poor creature.”
Monsieur,” replied the strawberry-ea
ter, with perfect politeness in his tone
“I have the honor not to know y >u.”
“Death of my life! lam the Count de-
Y !”
The strawberry-eater looked up and
the easy, good natured face was gone.
In its place was one with two gray eyes
which flashed like fire and a mouth that
set itself very firmly.
“The Comte de V he repeated,
in a a low voice.
“Yes, Monsieur. And what have you i
to say against him ?”
“1 1 6 nothing.”
“That may be well for you.”
“But there are those who say he is a ■
coward.”
“That is enough,” said the bully, start
ing to his feet. “Monsieur will find me
in two hours at this address,” flinging
him a card.
“I shall not trouble myself to seek
Monsieur le Comte,’ replied the straw-'
berry-eater, calmly tearing the card in
two.
“Then I shall say of Monsieur what
ho, permitting himself to lie, said just
now of me.”
“And that is ?”
“That he is a coward.”
“You may say what you please, Mon
sieur ie Comte. Those who know me
would not believe you, and those who do
not.—my faith ! what care I what they
think ?”
“And thou, thou art a Frenchman !” Jj
No one but a Frenchman could have
thrown so much disdain as he did into
the “thou.”
The strawberry-eater made no reply,
but turned his bead and “Gar
con !” The poor trembling. cveatuTo earns,
up again, wondering what dilemma
was prepared for him. and sCpod quak
inp; some two yards’yff.
“Garcon,” said the stranger, “is there
a vacant i’oom in this hotel ?”
“Without doubt, Monsieur.”
“A large one? "
“But certainly. They are all large—
apartments.”
“Then ei gage the largest for me to
day, aud another, no matter, what for
Monsieur lo Comte.”
“Monsieur, I give my own orders
when necessary,” said the Count loftily.
“I thought to spare you the trouble-
Go, if you please,” (this to the waiter,)
“and prepare my rooms.”
Then the strawberry eater returned to
his strawberrries. The bully knawed bis
lip. He could not make head or tail of
this phlegmatic opponent. The circle
grew a little wider, for a horrid idea got
abroad that the Count had not found
one who was likely to suit him, and that
he would have to seek elsewhere what he
wanted.
The murmur that went round roused
the bully.
“Monsieur,” he hissed, “has presumed
to make use of a word which among
men of honor—”
“I beg your pardon ?”
“Which among men of honor—”
“But what can Monsieur le Comte
possibly know what is felt among men of
honor?” asked the other with a shrug of
incredulity.
“Will you fight yourself with me, or
will you not,” roared the Count, goaded
to fury.
“If Monsieur le Comte will give him
self the trouble to accompany me to the
apartment which, no doubt, is now pre
pared for me,” replied the stranger, ris
ing, “I will satisfy him.”
“Good,” said the other kicking down
his chair; “I am with you, I waive
the usual preliminaries. I only beg to
observe that lam without arms; but if
you —”
“O, don't trouble yourself on that
score,” said the stranger, with a glim
smile. “If you are not afraid, follow
me.”
This he said in a voice sufficiintly loud
for the nearest to hear, and the circle
parted right and left like startled sheep
as the two walked towards the house.
"Was there no one to call “police,” no
one to try and prevent what to all seem
ed imminent ? Not a soul! The dreaded
dnslist had his evil fit on, and every one
breathed freely, now that he knew the
victim was selected. Moreover, no one
supposed it would end there
The count and his friend (?) were ush
ered into the apartment prepared for the
latter, who, as soon as the garcon had
left took off his coat and waistcoat, and
proceeded to move the furniture so as to
leave the room free from what was to
follow—the count standing with folded
arms, gazing at him the while. The
decks being cleared for action, the stran
ger locked the door, placed the key on
the mantle-piece behind him and said:
“I think you might have helped a lit
tie, but never mind. Will you give me
your attention for.five minutes!”
“Perfectly.”
“Thank you. I am as I have told
you, a Frenchman, but I was educated
in Eugland, at one of her famous public
schools. Had I been sent to one of our
own Lyceds, I should, perhaps, Lave
gained more book knowledge, but, as it
is, I have learned some things which we
do not teach, and one of them is, not to
take a mean advantage of any man, but
to keep my own head with my own
hands. Do you understand me, Monsi
eur le Comte?”
“I cannot flatter myself that I do.”
“Ah ! Then I must be more explicit.
I learned, then, that one who takes ad
vantage of mere brute strength against
the weak, or who practiced in any art,
compels one unpracticed in it to contend
with him is a coward and a knave. Do
you follow me now Monsieur Comte ?”
“I came here, Monsieur—”
“Ne*r mind for what you came, be con
tend with what you will get. For exam
ple—-to follow what I was observing—if
a skilled with a small sword for the
mere vicious love of quarrelling, goads
to madness a boy who has never fenced
in lis life and kills him, that man i3 a
murderer, and a knave.”
“I think I catch your meaning; but
if f&u have pistols here—” foamed the
bully.
“I do not come to eat strawberries
with pistols in my pocket,” replied the
oijiir, i the same calm tone he had used
tkrlughout. “Allow me to continue.
At that school of which I have spoken,
ampin the society of men who have grown
out-df it, and others where the same
hab*v,of thought prevails, it would be
consulted that a man who had been
gutlffy.* of such cowardice and knavery
asjHijive*rnentioned, would be justly pua
ished if, some day, bo should be paid iu
his owu’coin by meeting someone who
wcnld take him at the same disadvantage
as,be placed that poor boy at.”
“Our seconds shall fix your own weap
ons, . Monsieur,” said the Count; “let
this farce end.”
“Presently Those gentlemen whose
opinions I now venture to express, not
ha• ■g’ymt craze for blood which distm
gui ihee some —who have not had a simi
lar, enlightened education would proba
bL' thirrk.tkat such a coward and knave
as* considering would best
jtyac-fc hifl deserts by receiving a humiliat
iv befitting hisknavery and
hi! cowardice;”
• * 'LjiPsee • I have a lawyer to deal
tv if Count.
A■' "es* I jiawe studied a little law, but 1
Ye f*to say Jam about to break one of
llqv ptnV'isions.
“Yon will fight me then ?”
“Yes. At the school we have been
speaking of, I learned, amoug other
things, the use of my hands, and if 1
mistake not, I am about to give you as
sound thrashing as any bully ever got.”
“You would take advantage of your
skill in the box?” said the Count, getting
a little pale.
“Exactly. Just as you took advantage
of your skill in the small sword with
poor young B .”
“But it is degrading—brutal!”
“My dear Monsieur, just consider.
Yon are four inches taller and some thir
ty or forty kilogrammes heavier than I
am. I have seldom seen so fine an out
side. If you were to hit me a good
swinging ’blow, it would go hard with
me. In the same way, if poor young
B had got over your guard, it
would have gone hard with you. But
then I shall only black both of your
eyes, and perhaps deprive yon of a tooth
or so, unhappily iu front; whereas you
killed him.”
“I will not accept this barbarous en
counter.”
You must; I have done talking.
Would you like a little brandy before we
begin ? No ! Place yourself on guard,
then, if you please. When I have done
with you, and you are fit to appear, then
you shall hav - your revenge—even with
the small sword, if you please. At
present, bully—coward—knave, take
that, and that, and that!”
And the wiry little Anglo Frank was
as good as bis word. Iu less time than
it takes to write it the great braggart
was rendered unpresentable for many a
long day. That number one caused him
to see suns beaming in tho firmament
with Lis right eye; that number two
produced a similar phenomenon with his
left; that number three obliged him to
swallow a front tooth, and to observe
the ceiling more attentively than he had
hitherto clone. And when one or two oth
er thatshad completely cowed him, and ho
threw open the window and called for
help, the strawberry-eater took him by
the neck and breeches and flung him
out of it on the flower-bed below.
The strawberry-eater remained a
month at Bordeaux to fulfill his promise
of giving the Count his revenge. But
then again, the bully met with more
than his match. The strawberry
eater had Angelo for a master, as well
as Owen Swift, and after a few passes
the CouDt, who was too eager to kill his
man, felt an unpleasant sensation in his
right shoulder. The seconds interfered,
an i there was an end of the affair. It
was his last duel. Someone produced a
sketch of him as he appeared being
thrown out of the hotel window, and ridi
cule —so awful to a Frenchman—rid the
country of him. The strawberry-eater
was alive when the battle of tho Aimi
was fought, and is the only man lo
whom the above facts are known who
never talks about them.—[Temple Bar.
Tho latest invention in the life boat
line is a boat with a broad line of cork
at the load line, so constructed that it
sails equally well e.therside up It will
not upset easily, but if it does upset the
bottom and keel fall right down through
the centre, and there it is just as it was
before, a perfect boat, only what was the
bottom has become the top.
Vol. IY.-No. 8.
BOUND TO HAVE A TURKEY. ,
In St. Paul, Minnesota, Campbell and
“Ted” Seguin beard one day that there
was fine wild turkey shootiDg in the vi
cinity.
“Turkeys l” said Ted. “I must have
have some.”
“So must I,” said Campbell. “We’ll
go out shooting, Ted, and have a day’s
sport.”
“So we will.”
Bright and early the next morning
they were up, loaded with powder aud
shot and a double barreled shotgun and
started off.
There wasn’t a “gobbler" within fifty
miles, and afier five or six hours’patient
rambling, they became less particular at
what the} 7 fired than they had been.
The dusk of evening was coming on,
but not a turkey, or, for that matter,
anything else in the shape of game, had
been bit. Ted Seguin’s sight would be
spoiled by his eye glasses tumbling from
bis nose just as he was about to pull tho
trigger, and Campbell scorned anything
less than a fu 1 grown gobbler on the
wing.
Saddened and weary they plodded
along homeward.
“What shall we do, Ted ?” said Slier.
“It’ll never to do to come home without
something.”
“We had better not,” replied Ted.
“We’ll never hear the last of it ”
“I have it!■” suddenly broke out Camp
bell. “I know a place where they have
them for sale. We’ll buy a couple aud
shoot them.”
They started off to a poultry mer
chant’s where they had noticed game for
sale, and a bargain was struck for a cou
ple of live turkeys—tame ones—which
were set up at the end of the back yard,
and nearly blown blown to pieces by the
two sportsmen.
“Y'ou’ll dress those, and send them
down to thehotel this evening, will you?”
said they to the poultry dealer.
“Yes, sir ; faith and I’ll do that same,”
was the answer. The sportsmen went
home in good spirits.
“Did you shoot any turkeys, Slier ?"
asked the ladies, when they arrived at the
hotel.
“Why, of conrso we did; that’s wiiat
we went out N’or.”
“Where are they ?”
“Oh, they'll be here presently—we left
them to be dressed, We’il have them for
dinner to morrow."
An hour or so afterward the turkeys
arrivod, partially wrapped up, and were
taken to tire rooms of the ladies for ex
hibition.
“Now, Fannie,” said Slier to Fannie
Stockton, who was prima donna of the
troupe, “look at them; aren’t they fine
ones ?” and Seguin and be bad the cov
ering off them in a twinkling, and laid
them on the table for inspection.
“What do you think of them, Zelda?”
said Seguin to Miss Harrison.
There were exclamations of admira
tion at first from the ladies, then a puz
zled gaze stole over their faces, and they
looked up at one another.
“What did you say these were, Slier?”
asked Fannie Stockton.
“Why, turkeys, of course,” said Slier,
proudly.
“Certainly, turkeys; r we shot them
ourselves,” said Ted, giving a glowing
description of the woods iu which they
were shot, and the difficulty they expo
rienced in getting near them.
Then there was a laugh. “Turkevs,”
said the ladies, when they regained their
breath.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
Another peal of laughter from the
girls was their answer, to the astonish
mant of the sportsmen, who were be
ginning to feel very uneasy, and were
thinking it was just possible that they
might have been “given away.”
“Will you answer me one question,
Ted?” said Zelda Harrison, as soon as
the girls had recovered a littli of their
equanimity.
“Certainly,” was the sententious an
swer.
“How long ago is it since turkeys be
gan to wear webbed feet?”
The rascally poultry merchant had
sent a couple of geese to the hotel.
[Brooklyn Argus.
The Atlanta Constitution says th at
several Granges in South Carolina are
combining to build a cotton mill on Sa
luda river. Upon this suggestion it pro
ceeds to urge the establishment of, first,
cotton yarn, factories at every cross -road
in the State for the working up of its
cotton productions, which can be more
economically shipped as yarn than as raw
cotton; and, second, of regular cotton
factories as the yarn mills shall prosper
and accumulate capital as well as attr ret
both it and labor, and thus stimulate the
production of cotton and all other agri
cultural products by thus making a home
market for them. These mills, it says,
will cost but SIO,OOO, and that amount
of money can be raised in any cotton
growing neighborhood.
A letter from Kansas City, Mo., relates
that a poor farmer of Bates county want
into a grocery store in that city for tho
purpose of getting some flour. He had
no money, but oflered to mortgage bis
team for one hundred pounds of flour.
The merchant refused to let him have it
without the money, whereupon the farm
er picked up the flour and put it on the
wagon and left town. The merchant
sued him and the jury gave their verdict
as follows : “Defendant shall have the
flour for his consumption, and the mer
chant shall pay tho coots.”
THE NEWSPAPER BUSINESS.
The editor of the Milwaukee Even
ing Wisconsin, in referring to the news
paper business, says: The average news
paper reader thinks be could improve
the newspaper he reads, if he were the
editor. It is very common for editors of
long experience—men who have dovot, .
ed a lifetime to the profession—to get
letters from subscribers offering advice.
No doubt some editors need advice.; but
as a rule an editor, fit to be in his posi
tion, knows better than any one reader
what should go into his paper. Tho
readers of a newspaper are a community;
and their wants and tastes are broader
than those of one loan: hence the acute
editor will find liis way to the satisfac
tion of the greatest number. In this
course ho will circumscribe himself only
by a regard for truth, right, and the pub
lie good. He is, however, constantly
tempted, by the large sale of purely nas
ty and immoral papers, to increase his at
the expense of decency. But only on
the ground that tho devil is the best
paymaster can this course be justified.
Edit a paper within the bounds of de
cency and right, and the best test of the
editor’s work is the sales of his wares—
the number of his readers. Edited upon
any other principle the paper becomes a
tract, and people don’t buy tracts—the
benevolent societies give them away.
Another popular fallacy with regard to
newspapers is the very general belief
that fabulous fortunes are made by pub
lishing them. Of course everybody
knows that not much money can be made
in printing a small paper in a country
town ; but we speak of prominent pa
pers iu great cities. It is a common re
mark that we hear with regard to Chica
go newspaper fortunes. There aro five
principal newspapers in Chicago, and
we understand from most excellent au
tliority that there has been no money
made by them for the past year. We
know the newspapers have not paid ex
penses the past year. The difficulty has
not been with the papers, for they have
been good. It is the loss of advertising.
Business has been dull and merchants
and manufacturers have not attempted
to expand by advertising. In the United
States are printed some bix thousand
publications. Wo do not call to mind
twenty men who have made fortunes in
the business. So we repeat, it is ffofca
money making business.
Perhaps the worst popular fallacy with
regard to newspapers is that generally
entertained that newspapers ought to bo
printed and published in the interest of
the community—particularly the indi
gentportion of thecommunity. Churches, .
poor-houses, asylums, and all sorts of
charitable enterprises run to the news
papers for gratuities, as the child runs
to its mother for help. Politicians, of
fice seekers and scalawags generally count
on the unpaid support of newspapers.
Now a newspaper to be worth anything ,
as a business enterprise, should be print
ed in the interest of its proprietor—just
as much as a merchant should run his
business in bis own interest alone. This
popular fallacy has been largely bred by
the establishment of party and personal
organs, that live by begging for support,
and other newspaper’mendicancy.
Another very common fallacy that has
possession of tho average mind is that
an advertisement of one’s waats and
business inserted in a newspaper is pa
tronage, in a sort of generous sense.
The fact is that the publisher of a first
class newspaper usually charges less
than the cost of the white paper covered
for Ihe insertion of an advertisement.
So, if there is any patronage in tho
transaction it is on the part of the pub
lisher.
A stranger picking up a paper from
an unknown city'judges of its business
and general reputation for enterprise
more by the advertisements than by the
editorials.
In Saturday’s number of the New Or
leans Bulletin appears the following,
which is too good to lose:
A friend desires us to warn tho Rcv-
Mr. Mathews of a hidden danger at tho
Academy of Music. Just in tho centro
of tho stage and near the footlights is an
iron plate, from which we have many of,
us seen the wonderful Ala make his ter
rible leap to tho dome of the theatre.
Now we all enj> yed this performance,
Lut it would hardly be pleasant to see
Mr. Mathews, when just in the midst of
in eloquent appeal, suddenly shoot up
from the stage and land, probably, in tho
balcony circle. Let the workings of this
arrangement be thoroughly investigated,
or perhaps vhile the congregation aro
being carried away by the well known
eloquence of the -distinguished divine,
he may himself be sent away whirling
into space. Such a contretemps would
tend seriously to affect the sensitive na
tures of some of tho visitors, and might
result in something more dangerous than
funny. It is well for the people to be
elevated by the minister, but lie should
stand firm in his faith and beware of
man traps.
GOV. JENKINS.
In order to avoid tho terrific scramble
for the office of Governor by aspirants
and their friends, we have suggested the
name of Gov. Jenkins as a compromise
because wo believe his nomination would
give universal satisfaction to the people
of tho State, and against whom we do
not think any present aspirant would in
terpose his personal claims over a man
who so nobly illustrated Georgia's dig
nity when he was driven from the Guber
natorial Chair at'the point of the bayo
net.—[Rome Courier.
In Paris they make two eggs out of
one by cutting the shell with a glazier's
diamond and then slicing tho egg quick
ly with au oiled knife. The two halves
deftly dropped into boiling butter on the
plate, which “fixes" them, making them
look like two, and for which the custom
er—who has not seen the performance—
pa} s without suspicion. Who couldn't
pay the Germans their indemnity and
get back to specie payments in three
years with such gains ?
