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A .lory of ifliaaiHaippi Keforr Dueling
Ws« Under the Ban.
iepresentative Boatner, of Louisi
an, has returned to Washington
frpi New Orleans, and his friends
ait expressing their gratification that
th “affair of honor” in which he was
infolved was settled without an ex
ednge of shots. His associates in
tip house look upon him as a man
wjo would fight, but it is doubtful
t it, as an abstract question, he be-
I ves in the propriety of dueling.
15 would probably have fought, had
i been necessary, simply because it
i die custom in that section and he
1 not timid. There are a few men
i congress now, even among the
School southern men, who be-
Ifve in dueling. There are many
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’ n ’•tliey thought it necessary, to
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'it they nd longer look upon that
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Catchings, of Mississippi, was tell
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ig in Mississippi. Now a man
ises citizenship for dueling in that
i ate, but there was a time when it
as regarded as the natural and
roper thing to settle difficulties that
ay-
Catchings told a story of the ex
terience of a young man who went
> Vicksburg from somewhere east,
few England or Pennsylvania, some
ime before the war. His name was
Xobbin. He was a matter of fact
jusiness man, young and of quiet,
jentlemanly manners, not used to
iauthern ways, but disposed to let
eople alone. He came there to be
ashier of one of the principal banks,
i position which carried with it good
Handing. In the spirit of the times,
t was determined by the men of the
circle with which he might be ex
pected to associate to make a test of
lis mettle. They began by one of
their number picking a quarrel with
him.
« He avoided the quarrel and did not
( ( see its purpose. One after another
tried to get him embroiled without
success. Then they began to put in
dignities upon him and to insult him.
His only mode of resentment was to
say that they were blackguards, and
that he would have nothing to do
with them. In a short time they had
him ostracised. He thought he was
ostracising them. He seemed to be
entirely unconscious of any loss of
dignity or standing in the community,
and to look upon his isolation as
simply his own voluntary retirement
from what he considered bad com
pany. Meanwhile, he had become
an object of contempt among the
cavaliers, and finally it began to re
flect upon the bank of which he was
cashier. One day, after some partic
ularly gross insult had been passed
over by him with his accustomed
silent contempt, the president of the
bank took him aside and explained
the situation, adding that he must re
gain public respect or he would have
to sever his connection with the
bank. Bobbin asked what was ex
pected of him, and it was explained
that he would have to challenge one
of the offenders to fight a duel.
“Oh,” he said, “I can do that, if it
is necessary.” He sent immediately a
challenge to the man who had last
put an indignity upon him. This
man was one who had fought before,
and was regarded as a most accom
plished duelist. He promptly ac
cepted the challenge; they fought
with pistols, and both were danger
ously wounded. As soon as Bobbin
got well he took up his tormentors in
order, challenging them systemati
cally and deliberately. He fought
eight or ten duels, killing some and
wounding others of his antagonists.
The ostracism was declared off, and
he was made a lion of. He pros
pered, became wealthy and promi
nent, but had the reputation of the
most dangerous duelist in the State,
fie simply devoted himself to the
code. Right and left, for little prov
ocation or for none, he challenged
men and fought them. It became
his chief pleasure in life. He built a
massive stone castle on the heights
overlooking Vicksburg, which cost an
immense amount of money, and was
known as Bobbin’s folly. In this he
had a long room fitted up as a library
and armory. Here he had all sorts
of weapons which might be used in
dueling. Hung about the walls
were broadswords, foils, pistols, etc.,
labeled with the particular duel they
had been used in.
The spiritless yankee had become
a terror. No one dared to offend
him. He was just looking around
for some one to fight. His extrava
gance finally brought financial re
verses upon him. Suit was going to
be brought against him in the courts
for a large sum of money owed by
him to some parties outside the
State. When he was notified of it,
he wrote a note to each one of the
members of the Vicksburg bar, noti
fying him that any lawyer who took
the case would have to fight a duel.
But one lawyer could be found will
ing to take the case. He was prompt
ly challenged by Bobbin. They
fought and both were so seriously
wounded that they were confined to
their beds for several months.
Then it was discovered that Bob
bin was insane. When forced into
the first duel, the sight of his fallen
antagonist had unbalanced his mind
and made a monomaniac of him.
Sane on all other subjects, he had
become entirely irresponsible on this,
and his career bad been simply that
of a dueling maniac. He ended his
days in an asylum.
Said Col. Ingeisoll in a recent ad
dress : “In 1860 all the railroads in
the United States were worth $400,-
000,000; now they are worth a little
less than $10,000,000,000. In thirty
years we have spent on an average
of $1,000,000 a day building railroads.
We have got railroads enough now
to make seven tracks around the
great globe and enough left for side
tracks.”
HIS MISSION.
They ca>ae through the meadows of childhood
together hand in hand,
And often they talked of the future that wait
ed in Manhood’s Land,
And one saw ever the glory that crowns the
peaks of fame
In that strange and mystical country that no
man giveth a name.
“Up to the heights whose beauty lures me by
night and day
I will some time find, my comrade, with kin
dred souls, the way.”
And because his eyes turned ever to the heights
he could not see
The beauty that was about him. Blind to it
all was he.
But the other saw all the flowers that grew by
the paths they trod.
He read on the hills and the meadows the
wordless poems of God.
He saw the sin and the sorrow that were round
him everywhere.
He spoke kind words to a comrade and light
ened his load of care.
“Here is work for my hands, my brother. I
find it on every side.
It may not be grand, like a hero’s, but I shall
be satisfied
If into the lives of others I bring some hope
and cheer
And feel that the world is better because of
my being here. ’ ’
The ways their fedt had followed parted in
Manhood’s Land,
And he whose eyes saw only the peaks far off
and grand
Strove steadily on toward them and paused
not once by the way
To help and comfort a comrade, as some time
the weakest may.
He climbed up the hills and over their sum
mit passed from sight,
And today he dwells in the glory that crowns
the mystic height,
But no man’s heart thrills warmly when an
other speaks his name.
Ah, that soul has need of pity which feeds on
the husks of fame!
But ho who saw all about him work for his
willing hands
Has done it faithfully, nobly, as by a king's
commands.
He has helped the weak and the weary, he has
comforted those who mourn.
And no man knoweth the number of burdens
he has borne 1
He sang, when his heart was heavy, songs full
of hope and cheer.
And his songs brought comfort and courage,
and all were glad to hear,
And men and women and children speak lov
ingly his name.
Ah, happy is he who findeth that love is bet
ter than famel
—Eben E. Rexford in Youth’s Companion.
SIGHTLESS EYES.
John Loudon sat alone in a corner
of his library and listened. “But,
Pia, dearest, what strange questions
you ask me!”
The voice was that of a young
girl, tender and childlike in its plead
ing tone. It crept into the heart of
the lonely man and made him trem
ble.
“My little country lassie, I cannot
help it.”
This was from another mouth and
a voice more womanly in its com
pass.
“It is my duty as his sister and
as sacred to me as God’s commands. ”
“Speak more softly, dear. Your
brother can hear every word you
are saying.”
Pia subdued h<‘r voice to a whis
per.
“I shall never allow a girl to be
come enamored of him. Never! If
such a thing should come to pass, I
will keep it away from him. What
nonsense, such silly infatuation!
Love, yes, real love until death!
Powerful, eternal! I know he is
waiting for such love. He yearns
for it and perhaps will never possess
it. It drives me mad to think of it. ”
The older woman pressed her
hands to her eyes to crush out the
tears.
Clarice, the country girl, stood be
fore her with wildly beating heart.
What could she say? Her vocabu
lary was not large and her idea of
life very simple. Infatuation, love!
They meant the same to her. Love
—powerful, eternal love! She
glanced at the blind man sitting by
the window. The dark, sharp pro
file was turned away, and the sight
less eyes looked out into the night.
Now his face turned toward her.
He felt that her gaze was riveted
upon him. The voices in the oppo
site corner were hushed. Pia was
busy with some dainty embroidery.
Clarice walked over to the man by
the window, a soft blush mantling
her cheeks. He felt her coming and
smiled.
“How are you getting along with
your work, Mr. Loudon?”
“That’s not my name.”
“ John, ” whispered the girl softly.
“That’s better. You must call
me John always if you want me to
call you Clarice.”
“But I am only a country girl.”
“Yet we are friends.”
“And such good friends I Shall I
help you, John? Don’t you want
me to write for you?”
“Thank you, no, Clarice. I can
do nothing today.”
“Why, John? Am I too slow?”
“Oh, no. It’s all my fault. I—l
cannot dictate to you.”
Pia Loudon watched with passion
ate care over the welfare of her on
ly brother. She had inherited that
all absorbing sentiment from her
dead mother. Since the accident
that robbed him of his sight when
a child John Loudon had been the
center of the family. He bore his
misfortune with fortitude, as some
thing which could not be helped.
His philosophical studies, pursued
under the guidance of an excellent
tutor, helped to fill out the empty
hours of his life, and his clever es
says found ready publishers. Pia
had forced her own heart to silence
as well as the handsome neighbor,
whom she loved and who loved her.
“I am the mainstay of John’s life.
First he, then”—
Two months ago Clarice had come
to the home of her friends. She
was an orphan distantly related to
the Loudons. Her father was an
army officer, who lived a quiet, un
eventful life in the country after his
retirement from active service. He
died suddenly and left his only child
helpless. Her mother she had never
known.
Pia was delighted with the charm
ing girl, whom she had taken at once
to her heart. Clarice was bright,
tender, resolute and proud—a mix
ture of which Pia thoroughly ap
proved. .......
#1 .OO Per Annum in Advance.
ivnen tea time came, they gather- j
ed again in John’s cozy library. The
blind man sat by the window, and I
the two girls busied themselves in
the other part of the room.
Clarice took up the silver tray
with John’s tea and carried it over
to him. Her step was almost inau
dible as it sank into the velvet car
pet. But he turned his face toward
her before she had half traversed the
room.
“How well you hear, John!”
“Yes, and I feel things even more.”
She placed the cup on the little ta
ble, and as she did so her dress
brushed his hand.
“You have on your white dress,
Clarice!”
“Yes, because you said that you
disliked black.”
“I dislike all dark colors.”
“How did you know about the
white dress?”
“I felt it.”
“You feel everything!"
She stood before him and waited.
“Would you feel it if some one
loved you?”
“If some one loved me?”
There was a pause. Then the blind
man said with emphasis:
“Certainly, and I have never been
mistaken.”
“And if it were true that some
one loved you, should you know?”
“Love me?”
His heart beat madly.
“A girl!”
“Clarice!” cried the blind man,
full of glad presentiment.
“Do you feel it, John?”
He caught her hands and held
them fast. Not a sound disturbed
their blissful silence. Then she took
his hand and laid it over her trem
bling breast.
“Yes, I feel it! You love me, you,
Clarice!”
He sprang to his feet and shouted
like a playful schoolboy.
“Pia, sister, come to me! I have
found a wife!”
The sister’s eyes had been more
farseeing, and she had left the room
some time ago.
On the day on which John Loudon
was married to Clarice, Pia kissed
the cheeks of the young bride, her
hair, her mouth and her hands, full
of tender gratitude.
“Make him happy, and I will lay
down my life for you! Your duties,
Clarice, will be greater than those of
other women. But in return you
will have a happier and more grate
ful husband. How lovely you aro in
your bridal gown! If he could only
see you!”
“Be quiet, Pia. He must not Lear
such things!”
But the sister continued with a sad
smile:
“Alas, you will never be seen by
him!”
“He loves me. Is not this happi
ness enough?”
“Will you never long to be seen?”
Why does she whisper the words
excitedly, almost threateningly?
Clarice looked questioningly at her.
“Long to be seen? What do you
mean?”
“Forgive me. No, you are differ
ent from other women. You are not
vain, and can forego the pleasure oi
being seen. I had such dreadful
thoughts last night.”
Clarice shook her head. She could
not understand her sister.
• •****
Three years had gone by since
they were married, and Clarice’s
favorite place was still at her hus
band’s foet. There she sat against
his knees, and he stroked the fair
face and soft curls with caressing
fingers.
In this position she could look up
into his face and see his eyes, which
were browm and gentle and not at
all as if they were sightless. Tears
gathered in hers with tender com
passion.
“What a beautiful face you have!”
flattered the wife. It made him
smile.
“And I like your eyes, half veiled
by the lids as they are, so different
from other blind people, who have
that wide open, meaningless stare.”
“You are right; that would bo
very disagreeable. When I was a
boy, I saw a blind man stare at me
once with such wide open eyes, and
I made up my mind that if I ever
should lose my sight I would avoid
that stare. There is only one thing
that would make me look at you in
away that would frighten you, if—
if you should ever do me a wrong!”
She knew he was fond of teasing
her.
They lived not far from the city
during the winter months. John
Loudon desired that his young wife
should see something of the world,
even though he could not accompany
her everywhere.
"Are you not going to Wadsworth
today? I would like to have that pic
ture finished.”
“No, John, I want to stay at homo
with you. I don’t care to go to the
studio alone.”
“I cut a sorry figure in an artist’s
studio.”
“Could you not amuse yourself at
the piano while I sit for the pic
ture?”
“Take the maid with you. I will
write in the meantime.”
It was John who wanted Clarice’s
picture painted by one of the most
renowned portrait painters of the
day, whom they had met at a social
gathering.
“I want our children to see how
beautiful you were in your youth.”
“How do you know that I am
beautiful?”
“I know it, Clarice. I can see you
plainly before me.”
“Then tell me how I look.”
“Beautiful, lovely, sweet, dear
heart!”
“But the face, the color!” pressed
Clarice.
“Red as the rose, is it not?”
NUMBER 12.
“Ah, no. ’Pale—the color of a
pearl. And the dress?”
“White.”
“White, of course.”
“And lace across the breast.”
He touched her arms. “Bare to
the shoulders, as if you were going
to a ball?”
“Wadsworth desires it so on ac
count of the flesh tints.”
“Ah, yes, yes!”
“I wish you could see me! It is
too bad!”
The words, nervously uttered, bad
escaped her lips ero she was aware
of it.
A shadow passed over John's face.
He could not answer; her words and
the tone in which she spoke them
surprised him. But she did not seem
to notice it.
When the servant entered the
room some time afterward and call
ed his master, ho made no answer.
John Loudon was not asleep, but he
seemed as if stunned by a blow.
Was Clarice aware of the meaning
of Wadsworth’s looks and words?
Three times she had been in the
studio with him alone. Ah, yes, she
understood, as far as a woman can
understand.
And yet she was here again to
day without blushing for her com
ing. Pale as the pearl with which
she had compared the color of her
face, rapturously beautiful and full
of that consciousness that some one’s
eyes feasted upon her beauty! She
listened to words which her husband
must not hear! Wadsworth came
nearer and nearer. She felt his hot
breath sweep over her face, and now
his hand touched her arm, her
throat, her bare shoulders. Not the
hand of her husband, but another’s!
Clarice almost lost consciousness,
and for a moment closed her eyes.
A startled cry escaped her lips. What
was it that she had seen suddenly
rise up before her? Not a face, only
a pair of eyes, wide open, staring,
like those of a blind man trying to
see! The eyes of her husband, as she
had never seen them before.
Clarice sprang to her feet, and,
stumbling across the room, grasped
her cloak and hastened down the
stairs. “Home, home,” she cried, to
the husband, whose eyesight, whose
life she was, and whom she loved
with every quivering sense.
When she entered John Loudon’s
library, she found him sitting as we
have seen him last. He raised his
face at her approach. The lids droop
ed over tho burning eyeballs. He did
not call her as was his wont. He
waited.
“Dear John, I will come in a mo
ment, as soon as I remove this
dress. ”
Then she sat down by his feet,
with her head caressingly pressed
against his knee. She kissed his
hands and told him again and again
how dearly she loved him with all
her heart.
And he! What else could ho do
than believe in this adorable woman,
and banish all doubts and perplexi
ties.
“Will the portrait be finished
soon?”
“I think so. At least I need not go
to the studio any more.”
“Clarice,” said the husband, after
a pause, “why were you angry be
fore you went away? You were never
so before! Must I become accustom
ed to it?”
“No, no, beloved! It shall never
happen again. I was nervous, like
all foolish women. Forgive me!”
She arose and laid her hand ten
derly over his eyes.
“Your poor, dear eyes!” whispered
Clarice, and the tears trickled down
her cheeks.
John Loudon smiled, as one in a
dream. It was a dream, a hideous
nightmare, and his wife was still his.
The symphony in white hangs in
John’s library. Clarice desired that
it should be so.
The pale face, the soft lace and the
white background of plush—a mono
tekel for the penitent woman.—
From the German in St. Louis Re
public. ,
And It Came to Pass.
A man in Smith street this morn
ing attracted much attention on ac
count of a card hung around his
neck on which was printed:
“Pity the unfortunate. This poor
man he’s lost his bicycle.”
Nearly everybody who wheeled
by dropped a coin in his hat, as his
helplessness was calculated to touch
a heart of stone.
Adam Oldtimer of 23758G4 Jones
avenue was arrested this forenoon
for walking on the street. He was
fined $lO. He is the second man
this week who has thus wantonly
endangered the lives of honest citi
zens moving about on their bicycles.
The meeting of the Pneumatic
Fox Hunting club yesterday was a
marked success. Mr. Mercury Go
lightly received a few scratches in a
fall when taking a ten rail fence on
his hunting cycle, one of tho spiral
jumping springs breaking, but oth
erwise there were no accidents. A
trial was given to the new Canine’s
Delight dog wheel for the hounds,
and it was pronounced satisfactory.
The intelligent animals took to it
readily and worked the pedals fierce
ly. It is reported that a man in
Connecticut is soon to bring out a
fox wheel, to which the beast will
be fastened with a small strap, hav
ing two minutes’start of the hounds
and riders.—(Hourly Gazette For
1945.) —New York Tribune.
An Angler’s Odd Catch
One of the oddest things a fisher
man ever caught was a young live
pig. This haul was made by Charles
Johns, in tho Delaware, near Bris
tol, Pa. He was fishing for plain fish,
when he saw the pig swimming
down stream, evidently almost ex
hausted. The pig seized the hook
which he threw toward it, and was
helped and steered ashore by the
fisherman.—Fishing Gazette.