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AN AFFAIR OF HONOR.
In the year 183 — there lived at Bor
deaux, the last—or one of the last—of a
long line of scoundrels who had made
that part of France infamous (toour idea)
by a succession of cold-blooded murders,
committed under the sanction of what
people were pleased to call the Code of
Honor. This was a certain Comte de
V , a man of great physical strength,
imperturbable sangfroid, and relentless
cruelty. Not a bad sort of companion,
as some said, when the fit—the duel
ing fit—was noton him ; but this came
on 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,peace
ful country-gentleman. 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 weap
ons ; and he was deadly with the small
sword. It is difficult for us to realize a
state of society in which such a wild
beast could be permitted to go at large ;
but we know it to be historically 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 ofit as civlization progressed,
than was dealt out to the human brute.
The latest exploit of the Comte de
A , previous to the story I am about
to tell, was to goad a poor student into a
challenge; and when it was represented
to him that the boy had never held a
sword in his life, so that it would be fair
er to use pistols, lie 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
public opinion was unfavorable, and the
air of Bordeaux became too warm for
him.
But the scandal blew over after a time,
and lie came back to his old haunts, one
oi which was by the riverside,where many
use to spend their Sunday. Into the little
garden of this establishment our wolf
swaggered one fine summer afternoon,
with the heavy dark look and nervous
twitching of the hands which those who
were acquainted with him knew well
meant mischief. The evil fit was on
him ; consequently he found himself the
center of a circle which expanded as he
went on. This did not displease him.
He liked to be feared. He knew he could
make a quarrel when he chose,so ho 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 expres
sion of countenance which at first struck
one as mild and and good humored. He
was engaged reading a journal which
seemed to interest him, and eating straw
berries, an occupation which does not
call forth any latent strength of charac
ter. Above all, he was profoundly un
conscious of the presence of M. le Comte
de V , and continued eating his
strawberries and reading his paper
as though no wolf were in the pleasant
fold.
As the Count approached this table, it
became sufficiently well known whom
he was about to honor with his inso
lence ; and the circle narrowed again to
see the play. It is not bad sport, with
some of us, to see a fellow-creature bait
ed—especially when we are out of danger
of wolves.
The strawberry-eaters’ costume was
not such as was ordinarily worn in
France at that time, and he had a curious
hat, which—the weather being warm—
he had placed on the table by his side.
“ He is a foreigner,” whispered someone
in the dress circle. “ Perhaps he does not
know Monsieur le Comte.”
Monsieur le Comte seated himself at
the table opposite the unconscious strau
ger, and called loudly, “ Garcon.”
“ Garcon,” he said,“when that function
ary appeared, “ take away that nasty
thing!” pointing to the hat aforesaid.
Now the stranger’s elbow, as he 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 you hear me ?” thundered the
Count. “ Take that thing awav!
No one lias a right to place his hat on
the table.”
“ I beg your pardon,” said the straw
berry-eater, politely placing the offend
ing article on his head, and drawing a
chair a little aside; “ I will make room
for Monsieur.”
The garcon was about to retire well
satisfied, when the bully called after
him —
“ Have I not commanded you take
that thing which annoys me away ?”
“ But, Monsieur le Comte, it is impossi
ble.”
“ What is 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 couuter,
and ask her, on my behalf, to dome the
favor to accept charge ofit for the pres
ent.”
“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.”
“ May one, without indiscretion, in
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
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING, JUNE 4, 1875.
Count, half turning his back upon him,
and facing the lookers-on, as much as to
say, “ Now observe how I will crush this
poor creature.”
“ Monsieur,” replied the strawberry
eater, with perfect politeness in his tone,
“ I have the honor not to know you.”
“ Death of mv life ! lam the Comte
de V ”
The strawberry-eater looked up and
the easy, good-natured face was gone.
In its place was one with two gray eves
which flashed like lire, and a mouth that
set itself very firmly.
“ The Comte de V ,” he repeated
in a low voice.
“ Yes, Monsieur. And what have you
to say against it?”
“I ? O nothing.”
“ That may be well for you.”
“ But there are those who say he is a
coward.”
“That is enough,” said the bully,
starting to his feet. “ Monsieur will find
mein 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
he, 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 le Comte. Those who know me
would not believe you, and those who do
not —my faith! what care I *what thev
think ?”
“ And thou—thou art a Frenchman !”
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 head and called, “ Gar
con !” The poor, trembling creature
came up again, wondering what new di
lemma was prepared for him, and stood
quaking some ten yards off.
“ Garcon,” said the stranger, “is there
a room vacant in the hotel?”
“ Without doubt, Monsieur.”
“ A large one?”
“ But certainly. They arc all large
own apartments.”
“ Then engage the largest for me to
day, and another—no matter what—for
Monsieur le Comte.”
“ Monsieur,l give my own orders when
necessary,” said the'Count, loftily.
“ I thought Id spare you the “trouble.
Go, if you please,” (this to waiter,) “ and
prepare my rooms.”
Then the strawberry-eater returned to
his strawberries. The bully gnawed his
lip. He could not make head or tail of
his phlegmatic opponent. The circle
grew a litl-lo nidei, for a norm; ideii 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 presum
ed to make use ot a word which among
men of honor—”
“ I beg your pardon ?”
“ Which among men of honor—”
“ But what can Monsier le Comte pos
sibly know what is felt among men of
honor?” asked the other with a shrug of
incredulity.
“ Will you fight vonrself with me, or
will you not,” roared the Count, goaded
to furv.
“ 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 ob
serve that I am without arms; but if
you—”
“O, don’t trouble yourself on that
score,” said the stranger, with a grim
smile. “If you are not afraid, follow
me.”
This he said in a voice sufficiently
loud for the nearest to hear, and the cir
cle parted 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
seemed imminent? Not a soul! The
dreaded duellist had his evil fit on, and
every one breathed freely now that he
knew the victim was selected. More
over, 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 for what was to fol
low—the couut standing with folded
arms, glaring at him the while. The
decks being cleared for action, the stran
ger locked the door, placed the key on
the mantel-piece behind him, arid said :
“I think you might have helped a lit
tle, but never mind. Will give me your
attention for five minutes!”
“ Perfectly.”
“ Thank you. I am, as I have told
you, a Frenchman, but I was educated
in England, at one of her famous public
schools. Had I been sent to one of our
own Lycees, I should, perhaps, have
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
bands. Do you understand me, Mon
sieur leOomte?”
“ I cannot flatter myself that I do.”
“Ha! 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 le Comte ?”
“ I came here, Monsieur—”
“ Never mind for what you came, be
content with what you will get. For
example—4o follow what I was observ
ing—if a man skilled with a small sword,
for the mere vicious love of quarrelling,
goads to madness a bov who has never
fenced in his life, and kills him, that man
is a murderer, and a knavish—”
“I think I catch your meaning ; but
if you have pistols here”—foamed the
bully.
“ I do not come to eat strawberries with
pistols in my pocket,” replied the other,
in the same calm tone he had used
throughout. “ Allow me to continue.
At that school of which I have spoken,
and in the society of men who have
grown out of it, and others where the
same habit of thought, it would be con
sidered that a man who had been guilty
ot such cowardice and knavery as I ha' e
mentioned, would be justly punished if,
some day, he should be paid in his own
coin by meeting someone who would
take him at the same disadvantage as he
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 l now venture to express, not
having that craze for blood which dis
tinguishes some—who have not had a sim
ilar enlightened education—would proba
bly decide that such a coward and knave
as we have been considering would best
meet his deserts by receiving a humilia
ting castigation befitting his “knavery and
his cowardice.”
“Ah ! I see; I have a lawyer to deal
with,” sneered the Count.
“Yes. I have studied a little law, but
I regret to say that I am about to break
one of its provisions.”
“You will fight me, then?”
“ Yes. At the school we have been
speaking of, I learned, among other
things, the use of rnv hands; and if I
mistake not, I am about to give you as
sound a thrashing as any buTly ever got.”
“ You would take advantage of vour
skill in the box?” said the Count, getting
a little pale.”
“Exactly. Just as you took advan
tage of your skill in the small sword with
poor young B ”
“But it is degrading—brutal!”
“My dear Monsieur, just consider.
You are four inches taller and some thir
ty or forty killogrammes heavier than I
am. 1 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 g ot over your guard, it would
have gone hard with you. But, then, I
shall only black both your eyes, and
perhaps deprive you of a tooth or so, un
happily in front; whereas you killed
him”
“ I will not accept that 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 have your revenge—even with
the small sword, if you please. At pres
ent, bully—coward—knave, take that,
and that, and that l”
And the wiry little Anglo-Frank was
as good as his word. In 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 fifty suns beaming in the firmament
with his right eye ; that number two pro
duced 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 done. And when one or two
other thats had completely cowed him,
and he 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 giv
ing the Court his revenge. But then,
again, the bully met with more than his
match. The strawberry-eater had An
gelo for a master as well as Owens Swift,
and after a few passes the Court, who
was so eager to kill his man, felt an un
pleasant sensation in his right shoulder.
The second interposed, and 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 ho
tel window, and ridicule—so awful to a
Frenchman—rid the country of him.
The strawberry-eater was alive when the
Battle of the Alma was fought, and is the
only man io whom the above facts are
known who never talks about them.
Buried Alive.— lt has just been dis
covered, on evidence amounting almost
to a certainty, that the wife of a well
known citizen of Westfield, who appa
rently died a year and a half ago, was in
reality buried alive. At the time of her
supposed death her husband did not own
a lot in the cemetery, but, having since
purchased one, he recently ordered the
removal of his wife’s remains thereto.
Upon the exhumation of the coffin, a
few days ago, some persons present had
the curiosity to open it. Little were
they prepared for the horrible sight that
met their gaze. Instead of lying com
posedly as when it was lowered into the
grave, the body was turned over and the
hands of the dead woman were clutched
into the hair of her head, while her
burial clothing was torn to threads in
many places. All these cercumstanees
would seem to indicate that the poor
woman was not dead when buried, and
that, reviving from her sttipor r she strug
gled for life in the coffin to no purpose.
The utmost sympathy is felt for the
doubly bereaved husband.— Springfield
Union.
Physician. —“ So you have taken all
the medicine and find no relief, eh ? Well,
we will call the first thing in the morn
ing and shave your head, apply a blis
ter, ent the nerves in your upper jaw,
and pull your back teeth, and if you find
no relief then, why we’il have to give
something strongi r i”
DEVILTRIES.
— A boy defines salt as “ stuff’ that
makes potatoes taste bad when you don’t
put on any.”
—The popular business with young la
dies is husbandry, and many of them
make a bustle about it.
—“ She is my mother-in-law, with all
that the name implies,” said a witness
in an Indianapolis lawsuit.
—“ Gently the dues are o’er me steal
ing,” as the man said when he had thir
teen bills presented to him day.
—Why is a baby like wheat in harvest ?
Because it is first eradled, then threshed,
and then becomes the flower of the fam
ily.
—What is the difference between a
barber and a mother ? One has razors
to shave, and the other has shavers to
raise.
—When arc stockings like dead men ?
When they are men-ded ; or when their
souls are departed ; or when they are no
longer on their last legs.
—They wondered at the short collec
tions in a Missouri church the other day,
and upon investigation discovered that
one of the collectors had tar in the top
of his hat.
—A Minnesota sheriff carried a bullet
in his head ten years, and when they re
moved it the other day he became fool
ish. They are looking for someone to
shoot him again,
—A kind-hearted peace-loving Balti
more man painted his front steps twenty
three times, trying to get a color to suit
his wife, and then she decided that the
first color was the best.
—“ Why Georgie ! are you smoking ?
exclaimed an amazing mother, who came
upon her little son as he was puffing
away at a cigar. “ No, mama ! I’m only
keeping it lighted for another boy.”
—Last week a Griffin man was bitten
by a snake, stung by a bee, lost a valua
ble dog, and stuck a splinter in his foot.
He is now loafing around a livery stable
endeavoring to get kicked by a mule.
—There was once a Pennsylvania leg
islator who laid by $30,000 in one session.
When he was asked how he managed this
with a salary of SI,OOO, he said that he
saved it by doing without a hired girl.
—lt was a pretty conceit of a father
whose name was Rose, and who named
his daughter “ Wild.” But the romance
of the thing was sadly spoiled when she
grew up and married a man named Bull.
—Fpon the death of her husband the
lady married his brother, and when a
friend saw the portrait of the first husband
in the house he said, “ Is this a member
of your family ?” “It is my poor broth
er-in-law’,” she said,
•—There are times when all of a wo
man’s self possession and dignity are re
quired. That is when she shows her first
baby, a hare-lipped one, to an old beau,
whom she has jilted for the sake of her
present husband.
—Machinery has reached a great state
of perfection, A newspaper remarks ;
We recently saw a quantity of burnt peas
put in the hopper of a cot Fee mill, and in
less than two minutes they were occupy
ing a place in a grocery window,labelled,
“Fine Old Mocha.”
—A bright little five-year-old was look
ing through a picture-book the other
night, when she suddenly paused, gazed
eagerly into her mother’s face, and while
there shown in her eyes the light of wis
dom beyond her years, said—[blamed if
we haven’t forgotten what she did say.]
—They have a spelling match down on
the banks of the tranquil Milpitas.
There were twenty-seven contestants,
and twenty-six went down on the first
word, “cat,” and the last man would
have gone down, too, only he stuttered,
and couldn’t get the second “t ” quick
enough.
—The Reading Time* tells it, but then
it may be the work of the imaginative
reporter : The following is taken verba
tim from a Reading clergyman’s diary :
“April 24. Had iun. at church. Met
cats, in the lecture room.” The astonish
ed reader’s mind will he relieved to know
that the seeming levity of the clergyman
meant, “had a funeral at church,” and
“ met catechumens in the lecture room.”
—Says the Detroit Free Press : “For
the benefit of those who fear that the
Brooklyn trial may result in the loss of
the deiendant to the country, it should
be stated that there is a Beecher Manu
facturing Company in Connecticut.” If
that manufactory is turning out such
Beechers only as the defendant in ques
tion, the sooner it is condemned as a
wooden-nutmeg establishment the better.
—An Anamosa man read an advertise
ment in his home paper, headed “Cut
this out; it may save your life.” He
laid the paper on his lap and at one and
the same time cut out the lifesaving par
agraph and a square piece the same size
out of anew pair of eighteen dollar panta
loons. Then instead of pasting the ad
vertisement in his hat, he hunted up the
man who had it inserted and pasted him
one on the snoot.
—There is an old story about a clergy
man leaving his parrot, squirrel and
monkey in a room together, and return
ing to find that a terrible tripartite fight
had occurred. The feathers had been
palled from the back of the parrot, the
monkey had lost pieces of flesh from va
rious parts of his-body, and the squirrel’s
tail had been bitten off. The parrot was
perched disconsolately on the baek of a
chair, and, upon the entrance of the
clergyman, explained in a pitiful tone,
“ We’ve had a hell of a time.” Wasn’t
the Beecher-Bowen -Tilton three cornered
fight of somewhat the same sort? And
couldn’t one pf them aptlv use the words
of the parrot ?
VOL. I--N0.35.
The Owl.
The most wonderful things about an
owl, says Josh Billings, is the solloum
importance of the whole kritter, as ho
sits on his perch, looking over the world
he seems to own.
Next to a newly elected Justice of the
Peace, seated on the bench, with a poor
cuss before him charged with stealing a
loaf ov bread, the owl has more r v ami
unfathomable wisdom in his face than
any thing ancient or modern.
I have looked at them half an hour
stiddy, until I wuz ashamed ov my im- rf
pudens, t > see if they winkt, and I
see them do it, ,
I would thank someone to te T> tAiS, F.t
an owl ever does wink, and if nd BeauP
how often.
This would he a good subjekt for
debating society in enny of our college tl
Answers to this phenomena, poet paid,
respectfully solicited.
The owl bilds his nest in sum vast hol
low ova tree and lays how many eggs I
can’t tell, but somewhere less than a
hundred I am sure.
This stands to reazon, and rcazon sel
dom lies.
Owls are not lovly to eat; no matter
how you fry them, they resemble in fla
vor the meat ov the yaller dog, if enny
one knows how they tastes.
I don’t.
I have shot owls; it’s a good deal like
shooting into a feathered pillow; they
are full feathered from their toe nails
clean up to the base of their bills, and
when the feathers are pikt off from them,
they shrink as bad as some other things
I know ov with cotton all taken out.*
Owls are plenty, but I don’t know a
this iz enny thing in their favor,
Wliat a Georgian Thinks of Texas.
“ I lack a good deal of being satisfied *
here. Texas as a vast, magnificent coun
try, and presents many advantages to
men with money; but, the man, who
comes to Texas ‘ dead broke,’ e.vpect
ing to fill his pocket with ‘shiners’ and
be rocked in the lap of prosperity for all
time to come, will soon have his air cas
tles demolished, and his golden visions ;
and ambitious thoughts superseded by
gloomy foreboding and seedy appareL
The i migration to Texas has been so
great for several years past, and so many
among them coming without money or
any matured plans for their guidance
upon their arrival, and finding no em
ployment here, that there are thousands
hanging around the different towns act
ually suffering. This is no fancy sketch,
but actual facts, notwithstanding the
boast that Texas is a ‘ poor man’s coun
try.’ My advice to all young men af
flicted with the Texas fever is to work
where they are until they have accumu
lated two or three thousand dollars, then
come, but in no case leave home without
enough to carry them back, for without
doubt, if they come without money
enough to start on their ‘ own hook '
they will sooner or later want to get
back. At the first blush he will be en
thusiastic over the natural grandeur of
the prairies—as he looks out over the
waving grass with nothing to intercept
his visions for miles—he becomes rapta
ously enthusiastic, and thinks be has
found the grandest place in the world,
hut alas ! for the mutability of human
hopes ! he soon finds his admiration of
things beautiful will not supply him with
things practical, and he soon loses sight
of his onthusiam in the struggle for the
necessaries of life.”
Ax Ohio Casabianca —Rome, Ohio,
has a genuine Casabianca. One day re
cently a farmer placed a youth of twelve
to guard a certain point where they had
been “ fighting fire,” which was passing
through the woods. The little fellow did
not return home at the time expected,
and search was made for him, though he
was not found until the morning of the
following day, when his body was dis
covered burnt to a crisp. It is not known
how the boy came to perish in the flame*,
but the belief has obtained ground that hi
regard for his father’s command was so
great as to induce him to face the fire
until escape was out of the question. If
this theory be the correct one, the bow
should have a monument,arxl*higboinr'.
Young America, it must be regretful \r
admitted, does not supply much of ther
material for Casabiancas, and a case so
exceptional as that o. p the Ohio bor
should be made much of, as showingthaf
such a thing as filial regard still exists,
mm -
Not Afraid of Death—A Chf.y
enne Warrior's Courage Put to the
Test. —At six o’clock yesterday eveuing
Ouachita, the wounded Cheyenne Chief
at the barracks, seemed to be in a sinking
condition. He was drowsy during the'
day and ate but one meal. He isa*rx
ious as ever to put an end to hi* life.
Yesterday one of the officers deterrmned
to have a thorough test of the brave'* de
sire to die. Taking a musket and stand
ing a few paces off he took aim at the
warrior. “ Good,” said Ouachita, as he
folded his arms and closed his eyes to
await the result. After waiting a few
moments, he opened his eyes and seemed
very much disappointed when he foewd
the officer would not shoot him-. Corpo
ral Allan, who was stabbed by Ou.K'hit**
at Madison Station, was much improved
yesterday, and still stronger hopes are
entertained of his recevery. —Nasfuriffc
( Term.) Union, May 21.
The big squash of Amherst Agricul
tural College Farm, which grew so stout
ly that it burst several iron sages, and
finally lifted 4,120 pounds (and of which
a plaster cast is preserved), had enough,
roots underground to feed it for its her
culean work.
An Alabama editor propounds this do
mestic conundrum: “ Where will moth
ers-in-law sro ?” If we were not afraid to.
offer an opinion, we would say, that let
alone, they wiil go for their sous-in-law.