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ATHENS. GA„TUESDAY MORNING. JANUARY 24, 1893
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NURFREE’S HEROISM.
“There is not a particle of heroism
about yon. Ulysses,” said Mrs. Murfree
as s'.f* brushed out her back hair in front
of the dresser glass preparatory to retir
ing for the night. "Not a particle,” she
emphatically repeated. “Wliaton earth
your mother was thinking abont when
she named yon I can’t imagine. I am
sure that I never saw a man more un-
[ like his namesake. I have known yon to
I be positively cowardly at times.”
Mr. Murfree looked np in a weary
ray from the corner where he'aat.. ‘Tm
|sure, my dear." he began.
•No, you're not.” snapped his better
[half, giving the pincushion a whack
■with the hairbrush to emphasize her
I words; "you are net sure; yon are never
Isure of anything—yon only think. Bah!
II hate a man who ‘only thinks.’ ” And 8 he
jerked the tangles ont of a refractory
auburn lock with additional force.
‘When Mrs. Jenks was telling tonight
shout that paragon of a husband of hers
I was simply consumed with envy. It
[hows how much to believe in uames.
~.ook at you two men; look, I say!”
"Vis, my dear,” responded Mr. Mur-
e. pulling off his boots in a resigned
ray, ‘Tm looking.”
"Bah!” retorted his wife, “I mean your
names—Ulysses Murfree, Peter Jenks—
lust think of the difference, and yet Pe-
jer Jenks knocked a burglar down stairs
this week with one fist; one, I assure
you; and yon—you are afraid to go call-
ng on the Simsongibbers after dark be
an so they keep a dog.”
“Well, my dear," feebly expostulated
Ir. Murfree. “it is a very large dog and
Here Mrs. Murfree suddenly turned
round, and through lips containing sult
ry hairpins, combs and such trifling ar-
Iclcs his.se>. "Don’t talk to me!” in
Inch an impressive and disgusted mau
ler that Mr. Murfree subsided at once
Uid proceeded to finish pulling off his
Dcks.
He was not disturbed again until the
ooment came for retiring, when, con-
rary to their usual custom, Mrs. Mur-
ree turned the gas entirely out, leaving
he room in darkness, save where a streak
moonlight fell through the window,
►on for ventilation.
Now, if there was anything that Mr.
lurfree hated it was to have the bed
ouin gas turned off at night, butfcnow-
ng the defiant state of miud which
irompted his wife to extinguish it, and
fearing to provoke another outburst he
ilimbod sadly into bed, and lay eogitat-
PS 11 l>lan whereby he should be able to
hoot a burglar in the dark should one
hance to visit his abode that night.
"1 don’t see how l could do°it.” be
Lghed, turning uneasily.
| “Are you ever going to lie still and let
[person sleep?” snapped the partner of
is joys and sorrows as she flounced
brer, dragging half of the comfortable
Ptb her, and thereby causing 3mall
hills to chase one another down her hua-
aud’s vertebras.
1 Mr. Murfree laid still.
1 He held his breath, figuratively, until
he deep, not to say sonorous, breathing
T his amiable companion told that peace
ml quietude had folded their downy
rings upon the bosom of Mrs. Murfree.
[ Then he sighed again.
“1 do hope no one will come tonight,”
© murmured sleepily. “Dear me—if—
[- And here his thoughts floated
jaguely off and he realized no more.
I Quiet fell on the room for a time,
roken only by the musical sounds from
be alcove, where slept the pair, and an
fecasional snap as the willow rocke-r,
meeting to the strain of the day, tried
k contract tr its former shape. *
[Just as the city clock was striking 1
*r. Murfree awoke with a start and
oked in a dazed way up into the dark-
less.
‘‘What’s the matter with me?"hemut-
cred, a sensation of uneasiness creeping
rer him. “I think—hai What’s that?”
bid, broad awake now, with the cold
ferspiration starting from every pore, be
fecume conscious of a faint rustle in the
bom, the cause of which the heavy por-
leres draping the alcove prevented him
kcertaining.
[Cautiously he reached under the mat
rass for his revolver, and to his horror
pund that, ifter cleaning it on the pre-
lous day, he had carelessly forgotten to
■place it in ita wonted spot?
I “Oh, Lord! Oh, Ijtord!” be chattered to
unself, trying to, keep cool. “No re-
blver, no nothingjAnd a burglar, sure as
ate. Samantha wjj»s righty1 am a cow-
jrd. What on earth ahull I do? If 1
hake Samantha I will never bear the last
lit; she will nag worse than ever; be-
m«, she is sure to yell, and then we will
U be murdered.” And the poor man
•ook so that the springs creaked and
put him into a fresh fit of -trembling.
I Rustle, rustle, it came again, and then
[soft thump and a clink.
I “He’s got my pants,” ejaculated Mr.
lurfree to himself as he cautiously sat
k> in bed ana tried' tq calm himself:
[Thump?
I “I can’t' stand* tins any longer,” said
pr. Murfree-in a whisper, beginning to
pt huffy. ..‘Tm a fool. No wonder
bmantha said so. I will certainly find
1 L t^Sjpde :°^‘ those curtains,
yffle Samantha shan’t have a
-hoe to "brag over me. Perhaps I shall
. ^**1^ to do something for once.”
I Keeping well away from the separa-
Ion between the portieres he carefully
pt one foot out of bed.
| As it touched the floor the rustle
ounded again, and so near that Mr.
lurfree nearly lost his balance with
pight, and found himself on his feet the
[ext moment shaking with alarm lest
p had provoked the marauder's atten
tion to the alcove or awakened the sleep-
|g Samantha.
IBut, no; all was quiet, and as soon as
p plucked up a sufficient amount of
Inrage he peered cautiously through
Be curtains.
1 With difficulty he repressed an excla-
pition of horror.
■Jhe moon's rayB fell across the dresser,
B®giagont fiich article on it with a
distinctness, and just in the
shadow before the c’.
stooping
He wa? eviqn^ai an u liU^ the upper
drawer, and Mr. Murfree gasped for joy
as he distinguishod on the top of the cab
inet to the right of the glass the missing
revolver. - .
‘If I can only reach him.” said Mr,
lrfree to hiinshlf ••wimv, An
is bending over, and secure the revolver
before he recovers luma'!If—it’s a good
plan and the only one. Pm getting kind
of riled; I don’t believe I'm such, a cow
ard after all.”
With a mighty effort he bra ced him
self and advanced cqntionsly. keeping
his eyes on the bent figure.
In the uncertain light the man looked
unnaturally large and heavy, and seemed
each second to be on the pcLnt of rising.
Indeed, as Mr. Murfree readied the cen
ter table he thought all was over, and
shrank down behind, it despairingly.
But fortune was kind; the burglarstill
searched busily, aud Mr. Murfree. gath
ering himself for a grand effort and
nerved to the poinffi of desperation, made
a flying leap, and landing with terrific
force upon the burglar's shoulders
grabbed the revolver, yelling. “Police!
thieves! oh'*
Over he went, hnmpety bump, and as
he found himself prostrate on the floor,
with a chair and ipfnething soft and thick
over him. he fimhhed liis exclamation
with “ it!”
“Oh, Ulysses! TjUysees!” screamed Mrs.
Murfree, tangling herself up in the bed
clothes in her efforts to rise. “Help!!
W here are jovS" ■
Mr. Murfree w;as on his feet in a
holding in hisavms the harmless cause
of his fright and. disturbance, Mrs. Mur-
free’s fur cape, which she had hung over
the chair back* in front of the dresser,
and which, with its high shoulders and
collar, had lcjoked in the din* light like a
stooping 0, ore.
Men tbhJk quickly sometime^. and Mr.
Murfreo realized the situation with re
markable. speed, and beiug on bis mot
ile dete’rmiaed not to be made afeoiof.
Knc'iking Mrs. Murfree’s jewel case
from The dresser as he fled he rushed out
of the room pellmell, stepping ou the
u?‘t* the author of the mysterious noises
tl’Ait had first awakened him.
With a savage kick he sent her ahead
of him, as he flew down the front stairs,
and banned the 1 rent door open anti shut.
Then ne ;tamed breathlessly up again,
sinking on the top stair, sore, braised
and mad, just as his wife succeeded in
lighting the gas.
“Burglar,” he g;eped.
“Where, oh, where?” site screamed ex
citedly, half helping, ha\£ dragging him
into the rottin.'
“Gone,” he managed J to say: “knocked
him over—rot away--front door—see
there?" pointing to tfye jewelry strewn
around the door.
Mrs. Murf ree gav>jj one look, and then,
with that faithful s pnim of obligation to
the tradition of he r sex which the aver
age woman reems to possess in an emer
gency, she procef/Qed to faint away.
Mr. Murfree d amped her into a chair.
He was too weak to hold her, and besides
‘HE WITCH MAIDEN.
I had never loved.
he felt a fifcndi: exaltation in glorying
in his superior strength of miud, so when'
Prom my earliest years I had always
evinced a pronounced aversion for the
“petticoat interest,” as Kenelm Clnlliug-
b' so facetiously dubs that sneaking re-
jg^rd for feminine charms. I took a pride
u any defensive attitude mid plumed my-
adf on every possible occasion with my
stoical in vulnerableness and scornful in
different ism toward the blind god of the
quivers.
And once I had just attained to the
emineiffly sensible age of thirty I fan
cied—aye, felt positive—that I might be
pronounced “out of danger,” so to speak,
aud that I need no longer fear the art
fulness of the weaker sex
The gay and reckless period of yonth
—from eighteen to twenty-eight—I had
passed quietly and happily, having ex
perienced noneof the- 4i pangsof disprized
love nor the infinite (?) bliss of an affec
tion return id.”
To instate my safety I had not lived
the life of a recluse and refused all con
course with the adorable fair. On the
contrary, I had first made a study of the
sex, and in order to do this effectually
and suoeekfef illy I must needs mingle
with then*, lavishly flatter them, hypo
critically worship at the shrines of
beauty and a-meager intelligence, rush
the fasLionaule functions, talk society
chitchat until I Ml a driveling idiocy
creeping on, and live in such epicurean
style that' I finally feu a sore victim to
indigestion.-, •* *•
Verily,' this butterfly'life is not what
it’s cracked np to. be. soliloquized I—and
so, without furffiim: wlb or . ceremony, 1
dropped out'.of this madding crowd and
sought the level of comnnAiplace.
Ah, these ©octal castes! What hollow
mockeries, wiiat tMOnniuental lies!
The social waters glisten with a clean,
sparkling surface; there are ^beautiful,
clear cat waves that■ flash a ■ thousand
blinding lights the wlnte billows roll on
in magnificente of state, and thoview to
one standing oi&. the hot, burning sands
is one of awe mad a grandeur unrivaled.
But when on e leaps into those temp
ing deeps, lured into them perhaps by
the siren voice of some false Lorelei—
wliai a delusdctnl Ach, Himmel! It is
all mad and weeds beneath. The cur
rents are cold, oxtd they are thl? currents
of public opinion and conventionality.
Huge monsters clasp ns in the death grip
of thair savage tentacles, and these we
I call avarice, jealousy, hj'pocrisy. ambi
tion and vainglory, each with its thou
sands of ficcidiah allies. .All, it is a mis
erable specter—this social apparition!
Occasionally one comen upon a coral
cavo, rich in its purity and stainless
beauty, and one wonders how such a
marvel can exist in all thus ugly filth and
loathsome decay.
All honor he to him who seeks to drain
away the dregs of social sins ': and brings
a sweet wholesomeness to xmhealthful
life! But, ye gods! What a herculean
task, what a chimerical fanatic. L\m. holy
though it be!
cliff, her perfect physique distinctly out
lined against the clear sky. She was
clothed in pure white, with a single
bunch of wild violets at her throat. Her
features were startlingly classic; the
neck and shoulder, partly bared, were
like Parian marble, so spotless in their
dazzling whiteness; her hair, unconfined,
fell in shimmering waves below ter
waist—“golden meshes to entrap the
hearts of men;” her eyes, rivaling in
color the violets at her throat, were
brimming with a heavenly light, while
a bewitching smile played abont the cor
ners of her perfect month.
And I? Ayred, inspired by this glimpse
of an Eve in paradise, I could not move,
until, my divinity turning to go, I.bound
ed toward her. But she’was gone—like a
mist she fled before me. Over hills and
hills I leaped, bruising my hands with
harsh branches and hazarding my life in
the mad chase. In vain! I had lost her.
When the realization of the fruitleesness
of my sear h dawned upon me I sat
down exhausted to collect my scattered
thoughts. - ;'*■ •- *
Wearied and disgusted with the bar-
, , , ... , rible sham, / quit its slimy deeps‘to ley
she recovered, he was picking up the. myself down upon the sun batheddk'Oros
I’.iPVPTIV AS<0/1 tvnlilrnf n vintli OO VlAVO/'i ^ ~ • , ■ •»* «
cleverly scat .vod trinkets with as bored
an air as he <xvald assume.
“Wbat ur«i you scared of?” he said
scornfully. ,“Man’s gone: I’m here: I
rather think I have protected you even
if I am a,coward. Perhaps yon ,wiH
kindly leave the light horning after v this.
so that 1 shf.ll not be obliged to struggle
for my lif^m the dark.” and he willed
from his tttrehead a few drops of blcpd
trickling from a scratch he received in
his encounter with the large pin on Ids
cape bnif ;lar. making his face as gory; ts
possible 'with the smaU amount of matt V
rial.
- Verita ,bly the tables were turned.
Mrs. 'Murfree looked at him a momen It
in a hysterical way, and then falling c o
his neitk alternately implored forgiv< »■
ness and wept over her former severity r.
calling him her hero and all the di ?
lightful names which Mr. Mnrfree’s sot fl
was thirsting for.
“I’ll never say such mean thing p
again,” she sobbed, “never, never.”
“Thene, there,” said her spoue<
straightening np and putting on a p;
tronizing air to conceal the nervov
shaking of inis muscles—scarce over thei
recent shock. “You sit down and'I wii I
search the house, so that we can feel V
easy during the remainder of the night”
So that while Mrs. Murfree hid behind .
the bed curtains for fear of another visit- •
or, her Ulysses went ou£ into the hall
and stayed five minutes in a dark corner. ,
returning with a serious air and the as- •
snrance that all was well.
Locking their door, the couple one* l
more sought repose, but both were to »
excited for sleep.
‘Won’t I just gloat over Mrs. Jenks.' *
of simplicity and unworldfiness.
Some said I had .been disappointed iff
love. I, a scoffer at the grand passion,
as the eternal'enemy of 'marriage! But
what cOTed 1 for the.senseless babble of
the world—I was no longer of it. I lived
in the quiet of my own thoughts—nature
my only mistress. .
At thirty I was a bachelor and—a
cynic, though by no means a misan
thrope. I took life luxuriously and com
placently. College days had come and
gone. I had wandered aimlessly abont
'neath blue Italian skies, amused myself
for a time in a German university and
had now, in response to an unconquer
able longing, returned to. my ^native
clime, here to suffer the one. calamity of
my otherwise tranquilly happy existence.
Had I but known to'whpt fate ’ my steps
were leading met Could the impenetrable
veil of the future hut have been drawn
aside and the 'vision of that impending
gloom been for a moment visiblel Ah,
what misery spared, what heartache,
what intolerable bittemesst”
• By one of those strange, .inexplicable
impulses so common to ns all, I was
urged to the scene of early youth. Thus
it was that in the beautifully picturesque
and popular summer resort known as
G——, on thenhores of Lake Michigan, I
found myself one glorious <^ay in June—
one of those rare, heavenly days in that
dear month of roses. . ^ .. * ,
The old place had undergone a decid
edly revolutionary metamorphosis since
I had ceased to call itHome. The lazy,
dreamy atmosphere of the village had
been quickened into 9 more vigorous ac-
ridao. Old landmarks had disappeared
... , . with the influx of wealth. Old customs
exclaimed Mrs. Mnrfree as she convr. A- aad-hsen superseded by new flights of
sively patted the piUow mto a more t gy hid
•hot?”
commodating shape. “Oh, Ulysses. 1
tell every woman in the block.”
Just then the ludicrous side of fre
thing struck Mr. Murfree. and faestn fed
the corner of the sheet in his month mot
shook convulsively.
“What’s the matter, dear?" cried . Ufig
wife. “What’s the matter, Uly?"
As soon as he could speak he mat
tered, “Only a chill—don’t bother a ibout
it—guess I took cold.” v
“Shan’t I get you something
asked his spouse anxiously.
“Nonsense," he replied, Cbntn
himself with difficulty: “just ;
sleep. Tm tired,”
“All right, dear," responded 11
do hope you won’t be sick. It i
funfiy, Ulysses, that the policem an on
our beat didn’t hear anything or- come
running np to the house wh-a* that
dreadful man made such a no ; e»«t the
door. Dear me, if 1 didn’t Ijbow yon
had a chill I should think you were
to
> b: “I
-very
And Mr. Murfree was.—Onrolyn. Wad*
in Buffalo News.
that
An Industrious
Mr. Honeymoon—Did you
button on that coat, ^ayling?
Mrs. Honeymoon—No, sweetheart; i
couldn’t find the button, hut I sewed np,
the buttonhole. Is. that all light?—Texas
ffashien, and old faces had been crowded
ont by the new.
In a mood of morbid retrospection I
Had hspn winding my way through the
tortuous paths of H-— park, musing
upon the had-beens and the might have
beens. A haunt in the city of the dead
had been a favorite’one with me in the
old days, and unconsciously I found my
steps directing me,along the familiarj
'Walk. An ideal silent land it is. Som
ber. yet intensely soothing, it seems al
ways to speak a word of good, cheer to
the living and bid ns fear not the scythe
of the dread reaper.
Wandering over the stupendous hills
and down long ravines, I emerged at last
upon a towering cliff looking out upon
the waters of the great lake. There was
a solemnity, a grandeur unspeakable in
'.theview. I bowed my head in rever-
« nee to the creator of such marvelous
lx. iauty. My soul was faint with emo-
tio u. I sank down upon the earth aud
cloi «d my eyes to shut out the dazzling
Ugh t. I fell into a half wakeful, half
sleej ful dream—a dream of elysium.
How long I lay in this delicious slumber
I fatd w not Suddenly, impulsively I
■pewra ’• my eyes, to behold—oh, ye Fates!
—an ai gel from heaven. So she seemed
to me- a * I ga?ed into the lustrous depths
qf thosa unfathomable eyes.
A diri aityl A daughter of the gods!
Good heavens! what had I been doing?
L the hoary cynic, theprrepressiblb scoff
er of love and its bold intrigues!
Was it not all a wild delirium? It
must he. I had been duped, enslaved,
captivated by a mad, insane dream
Away with such bosh! .1 will go and
eat a good dinner. r
The is nothing like a well cooked din
ner to bring one out qf the realms of ro
mance into the cruelly sensible plane of
realism.
The illusion has ^ot been dispelled.
The same phantom came:to me in the
night; the same thrilling eyes looked in
terrogatively into mine; the same irre
sistible smile challenged my daring, and
I awoke—alone. I felt ont of patience
with myself. With the desire to forget
this tantalizing witch maiden I resolved
to throw myself in the crowd of pleasure
seekers at the resort.
Bnt oh. the resistlaesnees of fatal Pass
ing through the flower stalls, I saw again
the form of my divinity. The eyes looked
worlds into mine and seemed entreating-
ly to draw me to her. I followed to
where she stood behind huge hunches of
purple piolets; but, laughingly throwing
me a spray from a knot of flowers in her
hair, she vanished again- like a will-o’-
the-wisp.
I passed my hands over my eyes in per
plexity. Surely this was no delusion.
She was flesh and blood like myself,
had seen her in a crowd of mortals.
Farewell, cynicism! ■ Welcome, love!
am conquered.
And so, day after day I continued the
search for my witch maiden, aud day
after day successfully she eluded me.
One night while sitting on tho cool
verandas of the hotel, she glided past me
—spiritlike, radiant with the reflected
light of the stars. I stretched my arms
toward her—she was gone. And yeti
hoped unceasingly. She had looked
upon me not disdainfully, hut ever with
a tearing pleasure in her eyes. I would
win her in the end.
Life took on a new phase. It was no
longer the dull, listless, half hearted
thing it used to be, but an eager, am
bitions, consuu-^g fire. There was some
thing to live for—something besides the
mere gratification of my own selfish
desires. I would live for her—for my
beautiful witch maiden. To make her
happy—what a God given mission!
New aspirations, new ideals, new hopes
c&'tne surging through my being, filling
mb with a strange ecstasy—an exquisite
year.'ting. Happiness! Ah, now I knew
its mi -aning!
How I laughed at my eld time scorn of
love, my' coo lemnation of womankind!
I was a ft\°l then—now I am wise.
What a heaven is open to met Un
worthy that iT am > I dare to kneel before
the throne aud v r * v !’ tl10 l° v « of its scep
ter queen—my pe erless witch maiden.
§ # t \ * • . §
It was the full 0/ v* he moon - A calm
almost divine had settk d np on the star
kissed tips of hin a ^ hile all nature
slept. Only the fond, caress? 0 !! murmur
of the waters as they touched, shores
and again receded disturbed V be weir d
enchantmen of the night.
I walked along the beach. My v 800 ?
reveled in pictures of the future. I
myself in a sumptuous home, Burroi\udeil
by all the elegancies and luxuries of* life
—my sweet - itch maiden, the guardian
angel over all, the dear companion of nsy
joyous hours, thesympathizer of everj”
thought, my solace in all earthly trials.
teJDERN COURTSHIP.
They were sitting close together
la a pleasant, shady nook:
They looked at one another
With a loving, longing look.
Then Edwin broke tho silence.
Anti with emotion shook.
As he softy, softly whispered,
"Angelina, can you cook?” .
His anxious fare grew tranquil,
Angelina whispered “Yes;"
His thoughts (of well cooked dinners)
No language could express.
His hand sought Angelina's
In a lingering caress;
Then he said, “Oh, Angelina,
Did you make or buy tiiat dress?”
Edwin's heart grew—oh. so Joyful!
For she always made her frocks.
And lightly strayed his lingers •
Over Angelina's locks
Wliilo they gazed upon the roses.
The pinks and hollyhocks.
Then again he summoned courage,
“Could you—knit a pair of socks?”
Poor Cupid near them hovered
And he listened in dismay.
8ighed he, “I’m out of fashion,
I am only in the way;
Out of print's the old, old story.
Self holds universal way!”
Then he wept as Edwin whispered,
“Angelina, name the day.”.
—Boston Courier.
MY FIRST DUEL.
ho bowed a *
A sudden splaab -in the water and a
cry of distress. I look np; I boo a
nymph bathing in the moonlight. She
has dared too far into the deep; she is
struggling to keep her head above tho
waves. It needs but a glance to reveal
her to me. It is the witch maiden. I
make one desperate plunge; she is in my
arms—my^qwn, my beautiful Undine; I
clasp her to me with fierce ardor. The
long golden masses of hair, dripping and
sparkling with the spray of the lake, coil
about my neck.'
Bnt her vans hang limp; her face is-
pale and expressionless. I lay her ten
derly upon toe beach, chaff her cold
hands and rain passionate kisses upon
the velvet lids that cover her purple eyes.
I implore her to speak. Breathlessly I
wait the return of consciousness. Slowly
the wondrous orbs open and look be-
wilderingly upon me. She rises—again
she is clpse in my embrace—my heart is
pouring out its burden of love.
In a parrotuke voice she exclaims, with
a furious scratch at my .eyes: “Great;
guns! Hain*t you never got no mercy on.
nobody?” _
“Who is that pretty girl wl
to von?”
“That is Carmen Ellauri de Garcia.”
As he spoke an amused smile passed over
the face of Carlos Gonzales. J \
This short conversation was held be
tween two yonng men one afternoon as
they stood under the arcade of La Con-
fiteria del Agnela. in Calle Florida, in
the city of Buenos Ayres.
Both young men belonged to the gilded
youth of our city, and having very little
to do were, amusing themselves by
watching all the pretty girls pass along
the Calle Florida.
Why do you smile?” asked Dr. Fed
erico Pinares, who had been the first
one to speak.
Yon woold also smile,” answered
Carlos, “if you had made a fool of your
self about a woman, sent her enough
flowers every day to adorn a church,
stayed awake all night to write a few
lines of poetry to send her; danced with
her so often that every one said, ‘Oh,
yes, they are going to be married;’ fought
a duel for her, and then had that very
same woman pass you in the street with
a cool bow and completely ignore you
otherwise,
“You fought a duel, why?” asked
Federico.
“It is a long tale, and it happened
while you were in Paris studying medi
cine. I presume you never heard of it?"
“If I did, I do not remember now, r
answered Dr. Pinares. “Now, Carlos,
tell me all about it.'
“It is nearly half past 6. Let: us go
to the Cafe de Paris and have dinner.
There, after dinner, I will tell you the
story.”
The two young men proceeded toward
Piedad street and entered the briHiantly
lighted restaurant of the Cafe de Paris.
After a cOstly dinner, for in Buenos
Ayres everything is costly, they asked
for their coffee and chartreuse, and Car
los Gonzales commenced his story:
“Three years ago I would have gone
fighting windmills, a flock of sheep, or
worse, like Don Quixote, had any one
told me that Carmencita Ellauri was not
the prettiest girl in Buenos Ayres; but
for that matter I could name you half
a dozen men who thought the same
thing, and among them was Ernesto
Frias.
“You perhaps remember what great
friends Ernesto and I ’ once were, bnt
when we both began courting Carmen
all our friendship flew away upon the
wings of the wind;
“Carmen certainly gave me reason to
.think .that she wait serious, and I sap-
pose she did the same to Frias, for many
people believed she would marry him.
“One night—it was reaUy 2 o’clock in
the morning—we were playing cards at
the Club del Progreso, when between
two games one of the men remarked,
‘By the way, Frias, when does the wed
ding come off?*
“>Whatwedding?*he asked.
“ ‘^W, your marriage with Carmen’
cita EUaui”.
«‘Now, doiJ’t be foolish,’ Frias calmly
said; ‘go on; giro me my cards.’
“All the men latlghed, and one of them
1 said: X
- “ ‘Silence gives consent, and so we
, nay believe that yon are engaged toher.
\ Veil, let me congratulate you.’ And so
ea ying he slapped Frias on the shoulder.
• ‘Frias only smiled complacently, and
the' Y continued their raillery until
'■* stand it no longer, inasmuch as
on fire during All the conversa-
conl
had
I walk dowly back to the hoteL I azn |
tion, so I lifted my head and said as
calmtyr as I could:
“ *G entlemen, it is in ve^ had taste to
thn« us® the name of a lady, and any one
who dot vs it or allows it without resent
ing the insult is a coward.’
“Errw&o turned pale, and pushing
hack his chair rose to his feet.
“ * Am I to understand that this insult
is directed to me? he asked.
“ ‘i care not what you understand,’
answered; ‘I expressed my sentiment.’
“•And do you know wbat my senti
ment is? he asked. 'I think that you are
the greatest coward . for daring to take
that lady’s name as a basis for a scandal
and a quarrel.’ V
“Blind with fury, I advanced toward
Frias, and with my open- palm smote his
ftoV lightly, Ernesto clinched his fists
and made a move toward me, bnt some
of his friends held him back, as others
were holding me. Ernesto took out his
“I was an expert with the sword, as I
had taken lessons from the celebrated
Italian professor, Signor Spadachini, so
my mind was perfectly at peace.
When I reached home I wrote two or
three letters to friends xtf mine, who I
knew would be my seconds, ordered my
servant to take the letters to their re
spective addresses as soon as it became
light, and then went to bed and slept
calmly until 8 o’clock.
At about 9 I saw my seconds and
gave them my instructions. I was rather
excited until I saw them again, nearly
four hours later, when they acquainted
me with the result of their interview.
We were to go to Montevideo to fight,
for, as you tmow, dueling is forbidden
on Argentine soil. The meeting would
take place next day at 2 o’clock p. m. in
the country house of a friend of one of
my seconds.
In the meantime the story of our
quarrel had become public property, and
the afternoon papers were full of it. 1.
managed to elude all the reporters, and,
safe from annoyance, took the steafmer
bound for Montevideo that evening.
Next morning I landed in that city
very much the worse for a terrible storm
that we had encountered in croesing
over.
I slept nearly all the morning, and
noon they called me to dinner. 1
coulil not eat a mouthful of anything,
and by a quarter past 11 stepped into
the carriage that was to convey me t<
the meeting place.
We arrived, there all too soon, it
seemed to me; but no, Ernesto Frias, with
his seconds, was there, and also a physi
cian ready for whatever emergency
might arise.
When all the usual formalities had
been observed we began our duel
Ernesto is a good swordsman and s<
am L We both went through the formt
of attack and defense with such ski!,
that it would have made glad the heart
of onr teachers had they seen us.
“One Ynortal hour elapsed and not a
scratch had either of us received. Tht
thing was getting to be, to say the least,
slightly monotonous, aud so I began tr
charge more impetuously. Frias de
fended himself in a masterly manner. 1
began to lose my head. Presently I fell
something cold and sharp pierce in}
upper arm. In drawing ont the sword
blood followed it. Our seconds imme
diately stepped between us, and the doc-
tore tore off the sleeve of my .'left, arm
and disclosed to my eyes a small wound
between the elbow and the shoulder.
Frias declared that he was satisfied,
and so was I, so our seconds solemnly
said, ‘The honor of both gentlemen is
vindicated.’ Our courage was now un
questionable. We shook hands, and so
ended my first and only affaire d’hon-
neur.”
Yes, bnt what of the rest, the lady,
etc.,” asked Dr. Pinares.
“Oh, the papers were full of it-^some
praising, a few censoring, bnt on the
whole-it was very flattering to Frias,
and a little to myself. As for her—well,”
laughing, “that is what rimus&liue. She
would not see either of iis after the af
fair, and a month later she married Don
Pablo Garcia, a very wealthy merchant.
It seems that she was engaged to hint
during all the time when she was mak
ing fools of Frias qnd me.”—Translated
from the Spanish ’6t Paul A. Tebareo
for Romance by Amalia Solano.:
THE FIRE LADDIES
WILL SBB AN IMPROVED DEPART
MENT THIS YEAR.
THE NEW COMMITTEE
From th* city Counoll is Up and At
Work-A Conversation with Chief
McDorman and a Visit to the
Department,
When you •,**«» ..vet-cxci ced yoursel
by runnirg, jumping, or working, tber
<s nothing that will relieve the sorenea
of your joints aud muscles so quiokl
and effectually as Salvation OT, th>
greatest cure on earth, for pain. 25 cits.
Sixteen Person* Overcame.
Chicago, Jan. 21.—Sixteen people
were found overcome by gas at an early
hour in the morning in a row of build
ings at 1608 to 1614 Milwaukee avenue.
Two of the victims—Mrs. Mary Sidlers
and her three-yearrold son—have been
taken to the county hospital and will
irohablv die. The others will, it is
elieved, live.
The gas was first discovered in Mc
Caffrey’s saloon. The!police were called,
and found the inmates stupefied by the
novions vapors. Blit for their speedy
action many lives wdhld have been lost.
His Wife Went with Him.
Springfield, O., Jan. 21.-r-Guy Rob
erts, bookkeeper for the Cleveland Pro
vision company, is missing and $200 of
the company’s money has- gone with
him, while several creditors mourn his
absentih. Roberts has been in the com
pany’s employ only six weeks. He dis
appeared Saturday. He is a married
man and resided on Vine street. His
wife is also missing.
The new fi>e department committee,
Messrs. W. D. O’Forrell, Julius Cohen
and W. McKinnon are already making
some improvements and contemplating
others on our city fire department.
In the station corner Washington and
ckson streets the stairway leading to
the second story has been removed to
the rear part of the house anfl a new
sliding pole will be put np in its plaoe.
The need of this change has been
felt for some time, owing to the dan
ger of the number of men who had to
use it and the time it took to reach
heir machines.
Chief McDorman was delighted with
the improvement, and said that as soon
is be showed the need of it to thecom-
mittee when they visited the station
last week, they at once agreed to it.
A visit through the station by the re
porter showed everything to be in the
oest condition—the horses pawing, the
men whistling and working on the new
fairway, and the hose and book and
ladder trucks clean and shining enough
to make the best carriage in town blush.
• Have many new nouses been built
<ince tho paid fire department has been
•rganiz.d?”
“Yes, a great many. In fact we need
double the numoer of alarm boxes, as
nany people have to go a long distance
o reach one.”
‘ I think if the matter ie brought be
fore the council they will put them up.
“Haa anything been said by the fire
department committee of making a new
r ation up town?” “No. But one would
oe of the greatest servioe. We are in
<reat need of a hose wagOD, as the old
reel at the engine bouse is almost worn
tut, and is besides vtry dangerous. It
vas meant for the volunteer depart-
nent, and supp3sed to be drawn by
land. It has received several hard
knocks and is somewhat out of shape.
If a new hose wagou was bought it
might be used up town. A new sta-
ion, of couse, would mean four more
men to run it, but it would enable us to
listrict the city and give a great deal of
lafety.”
“We do need a new hose wagon very
much though, and when it is understood
by the oouncii I think they will get us
me."
At the engine house No. 1, where is
tept the reel, was seen by the reporter,
ttis as clean and good looking as it
can be made, but shows marks of age
tud hard knocks. The body of the
reel is twisted so as to make the hind
wheels run in a track two inches apart
from the front wheels, of oenrse this
nakes it unsafeand dangerous for four
men to ride upon ^
Several insurance men and experts
who have examined the departments
prononneed it unsafe and advised a new
vag&n for the department
The insurance rate in the city is low
and reasonable and it be given any
cause to raise it or to lives of the de
partment or of the property by the ex
penditure of the few hundred dollars
that would make them safe.
The new fire department committee
have already shown themselves agress-
ive and the necessity of present needs
of the department has only to appeal to
their reason to meet with their consid
eration and approval;
Gian* Works to Reopen.
Pittsburg, Penn., Jan. 21.—The flint
glass factories which have been closed
all over the country since before the
holidays will resume operations on
Monday, gm n S employment to over..
7,000 men. The' general prospects of
the trade are not very bright at pres
ent, hut a change is looked for in the
spring.
Grorgp and Mary will Uni tj.
London, Jan. 21.—The Exchange Tel
egraph company is authority for the
statement that Prince George, of
Wales, will marry the Princess May, of
Teck, during the second week of ApriL
shivering with the cold and the shock ofl j. )C ardcase, and with trembling fingeirs
—ach Gotti I get to my room, mechan- jl .opened it, got a card, threw it on the ta-
ically change my clothes, pack my lug-!? ^leand said: ‘I hope that Senor Gonzales
gage and walk down stairs to pay my no t be coward enough to refuse to
bill. As the clerk hands me a receipt fj - me et me. Tomorrow, or rather today,
she walks through the room, glancing
hack at me over her shoulder with the-
same mischievous laugh in her eyes.
I have just enough energy, just enough,!
curiosity to gasp, “Who is she?”
Unfeelingly, unsuspiciously, comes the-1
dread answer, “Onr dishwasher.”
Farewell, love! Welcome, cynicism!
Siftings. ^ , She >to*< t majestically on the edge of ths Ethel Boper in Detroit News.
*. ' *■». ' py., ***’ * ^ ■■ -j‘ .* j. *fr ^ 7'-.'* ; I >*
at 10 o’clock in the morning, I will send
him my seconds.’
“ ‘Mine will he ready to meet those of
; Senor Frias,’ 1 ceremoniously answered.
“ ‘Well,’ I thought on leavingthe club.
• ‘here I am engaged in a duel, hut I don’t
• care; I was defending her; besides I shall
- have the choice ofr weapons, and cer-
.^tainly I shall ohoose swordfr’
Gian* Manufacturers Insure.
Pittsburg, Jan. 2<«.—One of the
largest lines of fire insurance displayed
by any corporation in this city has been
,e United States Glass com
the glass factories
sured! 'tfortE' of
insnranfe^wa&pla^ed-: *P^this amonn
$1J0O0O waaplliced in thw^ity*. am
1 JSNgbi 0 bjrNewYofifcuSSlHefc^The-
coat for they earIruns .up to * small Y»r-
tupe*. JfjilsSij
.isLr irS’v’uT’.
WANTED4
WANTED I
Charcoal, in lots of from
10 to 100 Bushels.
Banner Office.
FURTHER- SU BSCRIPTIONS
And More Applications for Relief.
The relief committed'’ has received a
large number of applications for help,
but found that a large number did not
really need. They are kept busy re
lieving different cases, however, and the
good work goes steadily on.
The contributions yesterday were as
follows:
John R. White /....... $5.00
WrP. Welch (third time) 5.00
Mrs. R. D. Moore. .... I CO
Dr. J. E. Pope (in medicine) 5.00
Mrs. Ren W*de (in provision*)... 5 00
Mrs. R. D; Mure, comfort attl clothes
NO COURT IN OCONEE.
Judge Hutohlne Will be Unable.to At
tend This Term.
To-morrow is the time foi- the regu
lar session of -Oc inee Superior court,
but no oourt : wilf b“> h Id th» n.
al Russell received a letter fro n Judge
Hutclins stating that owing to the ex
treme illness* of Mrs. Hutchins, he
, . - -5*>
would not be able to be present on
Monday, but bad sent An order to the
the court.
Charcoal, in lots of from
10 to 100 Bushels.
1 - • f ■ I T Clerk of Oconee to adjourn
* i*" ’Thesympathies of all our pp<
BANNER OFFICE.
he sympathies of all our people g> out
to Judge and Mrs. Hutclln’s, in the
severe illness of the latter, and wish for
her a speedy recovery.
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