LITMIR.BIZ

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you, indeed! You see yourself in a state of blessed singleness—ha! Do you take?"

      "Look here, James,—you are my friend. But there are things that I will not allow even a friend to utter. So take care now!"

      "Ha! ha! There comes the raw. Do I rub too hard, my boy?"

      "You 're drunk, and a fool into the bargain!" was the angry retort of Everett.

      "Not so drunk as you were when you hugged and kissed Ernestine Lee!

      How do you like—?"

      Lane could not finish the sentence, before the decanter which Everett had held in his hand glanced past his head with fearful velocity, and was dashed into fragments against the wall behind him. The instant interference of friends prevented any further acts of violence.

      It was about ten o'clock on the next morning that young doctor Lane sat in his office, musing on the events of the previous night, of which he had only a confused recollection, when a young man entered, and presented a note. On opening it, he found it to be a challenge from Everett.

      "Leave me your card, and I will refer my friend to you," was his reply, with a cold bow, as he finished reading the note. The card was left, and the stranger, with a frigid bow in return, departed.

      "Fool, fool that I have been!" ejaculated Lane, rising to his feet, and pacing the floor of his office backwards and forwards with hurried steps. This was continued for nearly half an hour, during which time his countenance wore a painful and gloomy expression. At last, pausing, and seating himself at a table, he murmured, as he lifted a pen,

      "It is too late now for vain regrets."

      He then wrote a note with a hurried air, and dispatched it by an attendant. This done, he again commenced pacing the floor of his office, but now with slower steps, and a face expressive of sad determination. In about twenty minutes a young man entered, saying, as he did so—

      "I'm here at a word, Harvey—and now what is this important business which I can do for you, and for which you are going to be so everlastingly obliged?"

      "That will tell you," Lane briefly said, handing him the challenge he had received.

      The young man's face turned pale as he read the note.

      "Bless me, Harvey!" he ejaculated, as he threw the paper upon the table. "This is a serious matter, truly! Why how have you managed to offend Everett? I always thought that you were friends of the warmest kind."

      "So we have been, until now. And at this moment, I have not an unkind thought towards him, notwithstanding he threw a bottle of wine at my head last night, which, had it taken effect, would have, doubtless, killed me instantly."

      "How in the world did that happen, doctor?"

      "We were both flushed with wine, at the time. I said something that I ought not to have said—something which had I been myself, I would have cut off my right hand before I would have uttered—and it roused him into instant passion."

      "And not satisfied with throwing the bottle of wine at your head, he now sends you a challenge?"

      "Yes. And I must accept it, notwithstanding I have no angry feelings against him; and, but for the hasty step he has now taken, would have most willingly asked his pardon."

      "That, of course, is out of the question now," the friend replied. "But I will see his second; and endeavour, through him, to bring about a reconciliation, if I can do so, honourably, to yourself."

      "As to that," replied Lane, "I have nothing to say. If he insists upon a meeting, I will give him the satisfaction he seeks."

      It was about half an hour after, that the friend of Lane called upon the friend of Everett. They were old acquaintances.

      "You represent Everett, I believe, in this unpleasant affair between him and doctor Lane," the latter said.

      "I do," was the grave reply.

      "Surely we can prevent a meeting!" the friend of Lane said, with eagerness.

      "I do not see how," was the reply.

      "They were flushed with wine when the provocation occurred, and this ought to prevent a fatal meeting. If Lane insulted Everett, it was because he was not himself. Had he been perfectly sober, he would never have uttered an offensive word."

      "Perhaps not. But with that I have nothing to do. He has insulted my friend, and that friend asks a meeting. He can do no less than grant it—or prove himself a coward."

      "I really cannot see the necessity that this should follow," urged the other. "It seems to me, that it is in our power to prevent any hostile meeting."

      "How?"

      "By representing to the principals in this unhappy affair, the madness of seeking each other's lives. You can learn from Everett what kind of an apology, if any, will satisfy him, and then I can ascertain whether such an apology will be made."

      "You can do what you please in that way," the friend of Everett replied. "But I am not disposed to transcend my office. Besides, I know that, as far as Everett is concerned, no apology will be accepted. The insult was outrageous, involving a breach of confidence, and referring to a subject of the most painful, mortifying, and delicate nature."

      "I am really sorry to hear that both you and your friend are determined to push this matter to an issue, for I had hoped that an adjustment of the difficulty would be easy."

      "No adjustment can possibly take place. Doctor Lane must fight, or be posted as a coward, and a scoundrel."

      "He holds himself ready to give Mr. Everett all the satisfaction he requires," was the half-indignant reply.

      "Then, of course, you are prepared to name the weapons; and the time and place of meeting?"

      "I am not. For so confident did I feel that it would only be necessary to see you to have all difficulties put in a train for adjustment, that I did not confer upon the subject of the preliminaries of the meeting. But I will see you again, in the course of an hour, when I shall be ready to name them."

      "If you please." And then the seconds parted.

      "I am afraid this meeting will take place in spite of all that I can do," the friend of doctor Lane said, on returning after his interview with Everett's second. "The provocation which you gave last night is felt to be so great, that no apology can atone for it."

      "My blood probably will,—and he can have that!" was the gloomy reply.

      A troubled silence ensued, which was at last broken by the question,

      "Have you decided, doctor, upon the weapons to be used?"

      "Pistols, I suppose," was the answer.

      "Have you practised much?"

      "Me! No. I don't know that I ever fired a pistol in my life."

      "But Everett is said to be a good shot."

      "So much the worse for me. That is all."

      "You have the liberty of choosing some other weapon. One with which you are familiar."

      "I am familiar with no kind of deadly weapons."

      "Then you will stand a poor chance, my friend; unless you name the day of meeting next week, and practise a good deal in the meantime."

      "I shall do no such thing. Do you suppose, that if I fight with Everett, I shall try to kill him? No. I would not hurt a hair of his head. I am no murderer!"

      "Then you go out under the existence of a fatal inequality."

      "I cannot help that. It is my misfortune. I did not send the challenge."

      "That is no reason why you should not make an effort to preserve your own life."

      "If we both fire at once, and both of our balls take effect, the fact that my ball strikes him will not benefit me any. And suppose he should be killed, and I survive, do you think I could ever know a single hour's happiness? No—no—I choose the least of two evils. I must fight. But I will not kill."

      "In this you are determined?"

      "I

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