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THE SWORD PRINCE, Tie Romantic life of Col. Monster

BY CAPTAIN FREDERICK WHITTAKER,

 

 

 

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_ stances made him a swordmaster.
. mined to be the best in the world, and he
~ attained his object.

an officer in the Danis

_ pronounce it,
now stands, ‘ Monstery.

_ of Denmark pardoned his father, and he wen
in a Government position, to the Danish island

B Z The Sword Prineée.

Aatbaretl

  

 

The Sword Piidce,

The Rom: ntie Life of Colonel Monstery,

aimerétcan Champion-at-arms.

 

BY CAPT. FRED. WHITTAKER,

AUTHOR OF ‘‘ WOODS AND WATERS,” ‘' RIFLE
AND REVOLVER,” ‘‘ THE DASHING
DRAGOON,” ETC., ETC.

INTRODUCTION.

TuE following pages will be found to contain
pome!passages in the life of a very wonderful
man, who has probably fought more duels than
any one now living, except Paul De Cassagnac,
and has been known as the best man of his
weight in America for many years.

The story of some of these duels and fights for
life in wild countries will be found interesting,
and a few o/' our hero’s secret tricks of fencing
and boxing areshown. They are not written
to encourage fighting, for Colonel Monstery
never fough’ in his life, unless he was forced to
do so by others, z

Two points in his character are believed
worthy of imitation by all.

First, his determination to be nothing less
than the jirsi, in his chosen walk of life; second,
his generosity to the vanquished. Circum-
He deter-

 

His moral has always been, ‘‘Don’t fight, if
he can help it without dishonor. If you do
ight, try to win, and bear no malice, whatever
the result, as long as it is fair.” 5
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CHAPTER I.
FATHERLESS.

On the 21st of April, 1824, in Baltimore,
Maryland, was born, of Danish parentage, a
boy, with blue eyes and the whitest of white
hair. He was slender and delicate in frame,
and looked like anything in the world rather
than a fighter.

Yet he was a born fighter for all that, and
came of a fehting race. His father was even
then in exile for‘having fought a duel, when
army, and was dying
with consumption from a sword wound in tle

ngs, : ‘

His family on one side were all fighters, for
three generations back, and as many before
that as they can be traced, They had come from
Trelani with the unfortunate James II. of

_ England, after the battle of the Boyne, being
: a of the family of the Earls of Munster.

hey had settled in Norway and_ Denmark,

‘Monster, by which our hero was known in his

"youth, till the Spanish Americans, unable to

ton a ‘‘y,” and made it, as it
A few years after our hero’s birth the King

 

where their name had changed to Miinster or —

   

of St. Croix in the West Indies, where he died —
when our hero was seven years old. Hi
His mother also came of fighting stock. Her eer
maiden name was Bergitha Christina Nillson, ae
and her mother was Meta Ankerstrom (in Eng-
lish, Anchorstream). :
The Ankerstroms were a fierce family in their
day. One of them—cousin to Meta—had a a
very beautiful wife, who was stolen from him é
by the reigning King of Sweden. Her husband —
went up to the king in the midst of his guards .
and shot him dead. He was executed for trea-
son after a fearful series cf tortures, but the —
lesson then taught the kings of Sweden has
never been forgotten. No king of Sweden has
led other than a moral and virtuous life ever —
since. ‘ \ eu
The boy’s mother idolized him, and he re-  -
turned her affection, as he does to this day; for
that little Danish mother still lives in Califor- -
nia, and calls the grizzled veteran of nearly six-
ty years ‘her boy ” as fondly as ever. a
Ho grew up a fair, delicate-looking boy, but —
so fond of adventure that if was clear the ola —
fighting blood of the Munsters was not run out
in bim. The spirit was there, if the body was
unequal to sustain it at alltimes. 5
At twelve his family procured him a place as _
a cadet in the Danish navy, and here bis fight- gr
ing life may be said to have commenced, in a
mavner that showed the future man, fy
When he joined his ship to go on a three
years’ cruise he was one of the smallest boys in
the vessel, and his feliow cadets were all Danes,
That means they were a rough set,

    
 

 

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CHAPTER IT. eis
THE FIRST FIGHT. eae
A CADET on a Danish man-of-war, forty
years ago, was a very different being from —
what wecallacadetbin America, =
Our cadets are spruce young gentlemen, from |
seventeen to twenty years of age, with‘pretty
uniforms, plenty of girls to flirt with, passing
their time between barrack life, drill, study
ashore, and playing sailor round Newport in tke
training-ship on their “practice cruises.” A-
Danish cadet of the old times, like the old-fash-

 

ioned midshipman, began his sea life early, and

had a rough time of it. Theoreticallyhe wasa
grade above the sailors, and a sort of officer;
practically, he had no companions save his own |
class. The officers looked down cn him, the
sailors did not look up to him. a ata

He was learning seamanship in a rough-and- —
ready way; but he got a great many more —
kicks and cuffs than favors, Coa

Being only a boy he was treated as a boy,

 

and the other boys bullied him. if ;
Our hero, with his slender frame and pale

 

 

a
face, had never had a fight in his life, but his.
comrades would not leave him alone. _

They ordered him about, and sneered at bim
for doing as he was asked. They had fights —
among themselves, till they had settled the

uestion of superiority, and when they for
that he could not be coaxed into a fight, e
one took delight in teasing and insulting bim.
He bore it as well as he could at sea, where
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bad full swing and used the time well.
fe At last one day, a boy named Anders went a

less opportunity to tormenthim, but in port they

“ As hard as you can. Farewell, young sir.
No one will try it again.”
The old quartermaster rolled away, hitching

little too far, and the result was our hero’s first | up his ee and left the boy sitting on the

a
he Bellona was lying in port at the time and
the young cadet was preparing to go ashore in

bis t uniform, when Anders who had been | had thrown water over bim had just

| gun-carriage, thinking.
He could not go ashore that day, and he knew
that the rest were going. The very boy =
m wash-

washing his hands by the main hatch, without | ing himself, preparatory to going ashore in his
it.

§ a word of warning threw the slops over his

. comrade and laughed derisively at the boy’s

{ look of dismay, saying:

' “You haven’t had your new jacket wet yet,
: milksop, You can’t go ashore. That’s only for

# dads of spirit.”

a Then he turned away with another laugh and

i went down to his comrades who greeted him

with a roar as he told what he had done to the

~ milksop.”

_ And poor boy Munster, his uniform ruined,
a = down on a gun-carriage all alone, and broke
down. :

Phi He was roused from his sorrowful reverie
as he sat on the gun, by the gruff voice of an
old quartermaster, w

“What's the matter, young sir? Men should
not cry like children, and least of all a Dane.
What’s happened?” : :

Hastily brushing away his tears, the boy told
| what had happened, adding:

2: “TY don’t know why they persecute me so. I
never harmed them.”
_ The old sailor grinned.

: ee just the reason they do it. You
iM should take your own part, young sir, and give
“es them a good blow. Tecoma: ?
ee And he touched his hat, for, after all, he was
speaking to an officer, and habits of discipline

are strong in a sailor.

But the boy shook his head.

“T don’t want to hit them. It might hurt
_ them and make them die. That would be cruel.
I don’t want to hurt them.”
_ The old sailor stared at him a moment, and
ei ae ; a

_‘‘ ixcuse me, young sir, but which would you
rather be called, a fool or a coward?” z

_ The cadet flushed up.

itt ei not ae I a ier not ——
m storms, and I’ve gone u the rigging when
the fest dared not follow.) Be

, young sir, they’ll say ‘He must bea

_ fool, or hel never let all the other boys do as
i" to him, and treat him as if he were
You were crying just now, because
you had been insulted without cause, when you
_ Should have given that other boy a sound
pac a ing. Do you like to be treated like a

- “No, noyindeed I don’t.” ‘

“Then fight, every time you are insulted
without cause, and they’ll soon let you alone.
Take an old man’s word for it.” f
“But I never fought in my life,” objected the

boy, ‘
- “Very well. I'll give a lesson. The
_ néxt oue that strikes Santa
_ the shoulders, and give him the skal.” \
The old sailor laid his hand on the boy’s
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you, catch him thus by

Presently, as he sat there, absorbed in his
| bitter thoughts, the other cadets came upon
| deck, laughing and joking, full of spirits.
“There's mamma’s baby,” cried his torment-
|.or, jeeringly, pointing at poor Munster as he
sat on the gun-carriage. ‘‘ Let’s have some fun
| with him,” -
“How rice he looks with his new clothes all
washed,” cried another. ‘‘Go and slap his
' face, Neil. I want to see what he’ll say to that.
Funny, no one ever slapped his face that I re-
member.” 3 4 <=
They iaughed at this, and Neil Anders, the
, boy who had thrown the slops over him, came

| slouching up to him with a leer of insolent

triumph, his hands in his pockets, and asked
jeeringly: 5

‘“‘Well, Munster, how do you feel?”

The boy had risen from the gun-carriage.
very fee with his heart beating rapidly, an
was thinkirig to himself: _

“Am I afraid? Is it possible I am a
coward?’ ; :

He did not know that the heart-beat is inde-

ndent of the will, but he answered in a very
low voice:

“T feel that—youw'd better leave me alone.”

Anders tossed his head with a laugh, and
drew his hands out of bis pockets, :

“You are getting impudent, I see,” he said.

your proper place.”

He raised both hands to do as he had
threatened, when—

How it happened Anders could not tell.
Indeed, he was not in a condition to tell any-
thing or know anybody for some hours after

ward, ‘ t

But the other boys, watching and jeering,
want it all, and it struck ieee dumb. They
could not even shout for near a minute, during
which Neil Anders lay ina heap on the deck,
where he had dro
his face spouting blood, his front teeth knocked.

Pretty savage work fora boy of fifteen, you
say, and all in one blow. — ;

Yes, and yet he had not clinched bis hands. —

At the very moment that Neil Anders had
swung back his arm to give him the promised
box on tie ear, young Munster had clutched

of rage bred by hundreds of insults, and had
dashed his head in the other’s face, rising as he

muscle in his ay 4
The old sailor had told bim: ‘As hard as

you can.” He had done it, and so much barder
than he had intended that every one thought
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“*T shall have to box your ears to teach you

his nose smashed flat, .

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But not one offered to injure Munster. He
atood lookng down at his antagonist, in a

dazed, pitjing way, and when some one |

said:

“ He’s killed him, I think,” the boy rushed in,
pushed aw ty the comrade who was holding up
Anders, an 1 cried out:

‘Ob, ro, not dead. I didn’t mean it. Oh,
Anders, m: dear friend, I didn’t mean to kill
you. Oh, why would you make me fight?”

And there was the boy who had just laid

another boy, twenty pounds heavier, a senseless Sounded, when they struck work and eee to

bloody mass on the deck, now erying over him

like a baby, while the others were scared out of that was our hero found out in a disagree:

their wits, till the gruff old surgeon came.

He examined Anders carefully, felt his pulse,
and then asked with his usual growl:

‘“ Who was this boy fighting with?”

‘Tom Munster, sir,” chorused the cadets.

The doctor looked at the slender boy in
astonishme at for a moment,

Then he felt his arms and shoulders, and gave
8 grint ancl remarked:

‘Don’t fizht that boy, any of you. He’s not
safe to figh’) with. That’sall. As for Anders,
his nose is broken, Tl set it, but he'll have to
snuffle all the rest of his life, and he’s lost two
teeth. Take him down and put him in bed, and
remember what Isay. Don’t fight Munster any
more.”

And they did not, From the butt and drudge
of the ship he had suddenly become its hero,
and all the other cadets vied with each other in
comrniag his acquaintance and being his warm

riends.

From that time forth the quiet and romantic |

boy seemed to change his whole character also,
and became the soul of fun and frolic in the
ship, into every daredevil scrape that could be
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CHAPTER IIL
LIFE ON THE BELLONA,

Nor long after Munster’s first fight with An-
ders he had another adventure that came near
terminating fatally, and in which he displayed
for the first time that accuracy of aim and
promptness of action that afterward made him
such a terrible fighter, -

The Bellona was lying in the harbor of Rio
Janeiro in Brazil #6 the time, and the cadets,
with many of the sailors, had leave to go ashore
and wander about the city to see the markots,
coffee warehouses and other sights of Rio.

_ The cadets were all wild for a ramble and a

_ donkey-ride, for nothing can equal the delight

of a young sailor in riding except his unskillful-

- ness. .

They galloped up and down the streets, tum-

bled into the gutters and spoiled theirclothes,

aud generally mands such a noise as only mid-

ittle Munster was one of the wildest, and

_ ebance took him into the coffee market, where

he gazed in astonishment at the gangs of ne-
Zroes tramping along under huge loads of coffee-

- bags which most white men would havo sunk

under. g ; ee,
_ In the drinking shops around the market were
a number of sailors
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roes,
ay Little Munster, who was sore from his ride,
thought he would sit down with some of them —
and indulge in some of the delicious fruit which
is so cheap at Rio, and was soon deep in a grand
| pineapple, which cost two cents. . ay
| They sat out under an awning by the shop, -
| and the gangs of negroes tramped to ani fro
| with the coffee-bags till the hour of noon —
enjoy themselves after their idea of fun. What.
able
| way. : ras

These negroes were all slaves, and were pick. |
ed men for size and strength. Notone was less _
than six feet high, and they were all Herculean
in frame and savage in demeanor. Kept in co
trol during the working hours by armed me
with huge whips, who treated them with great
cruelty, they had yet an immemorial right to,
an hour at noon for dinner and any sort of
pleasure they chose to take. 5 é

During that hour their guards left the mar-
ket and prudent citizens kept away, for the —
blacks were dangerous if provoked. ie

Of all this the Danish sailors and little Mun-
ster knew nothing and ey continued watch-
ing the negroes as they ate their simple dinners
little suspecting that they were objects of sus-
picion and dislike all the while. “s

For a time every thing seemed peaceful, The
negroes sat down in the shade and devoured |
bananas and plantains with the appetite of
wolves, generally silent or conversing in growls
in the languages of their native Africa, for
most of them were imported in slavers, not
born in Brazil, the slave trade being then still
active and flourishing. : eee
Munster, not thinking any harm, rose from.
his place. and went down among these dark
savages, to whom he tried to speak in a few
words of broken Portuguese, when he was sur. _
prised to find that they took it as an affront.and
saluted him with growls of unmistakable
hostility. ; : Se
Not knowing what it all meant, the boy re.
treated to his companions and was about to
take his seat when one of the negroes a buge 3
giant of a man with his teeth filed to a point in
the fashion of some African tribes, rose from
where he had been lying in the shade, eame up
to the Danish sailors and said in broken Portu

ese: ae ie en
en Get out! wit is 3 hour. No whit
allowed here. Get ou : Jape

But the sailors guiltless of Portuguese
stared and Munster asked: ee

“What do you mean?” een ae Sa ta

“Get out,” was the only reply with a f
cious scowl, ; Ri ae me Recren

The boy turned to the sailors, He knew the
meaning of the two last words, pea

“He says we are to get out, What shall we
do?" Tita yshaye etn snes AP ae
_ “Certainly, young sir, let us stay,” ch
the sailors and Munster shook his head at

negro, calling out: = ee
| - “No, We'll stay.” : ih es

The giant turned and called to his friends
_who answered with a series of savage growls

   

 

 

   

   

   
  

   

 

 
 
   

  

  

 
  

   
  

   

 
 
        
 

 

 
    

     
    
     

  
    

 
 

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but did notseem disposed to stir from their
poe of lazy enjoyment. They probably told

im ig put out the Danes alone, for he was big
enough..

Atoll events the huge fellow picked up a
great watermelon half decayed which lay b
one of the stalls and threw it at the boy wit
: such force that had it hit him it would have
eo leveled Munster.

: As it was it struck the wall beside him,
splashed all over him and ruined his uniform a
second time.

That was enough for the boy. He had fought
his first fight for a similar injury and it mat-
_tered nothing to him how big was bis opponent.
. . Pale as ashes with anger, his blue eyes blaz-
| jug, he caught up #4rom the table beside him
es the fruit knife he had just been using and
- **~burled it full at the broad breast of the blac!
colossus.

_ Tt was all done in an instant.
. %m another, he saw the black drop to -
pee around, the knife buried up to the hilt in his
_ Mest, and every negro in the market had Jeap-
|. sl up like a tiger and was rushing at the little
o3 group of Danes, at least fifty to one in num-

\ The Danes will fight; but there is no people
more prudent, and before the blacks could
reach the stand, Munster and the sailors were
vee as hard as they could tear, down the
street to the quay, followed by a mob of
negroes increased from every side street they

passed. .

They got to the dock only about fifty feet
ahead of their pursuers and had it not been for
the presence of the Brazilian custom house
guard, it would have gone hard with them.
ray These men imagining a revolt of the slaves

Yan out and poured a volley into the ranks of
- the mob, sending them to the rightabout, and
the Danish sailors got into their boat in a hurry
_ and rowed off to the Bellona, f
- _‘The result of the affair was that the ship had
to leave port next day to avoid the danger run
by her seamen of being mobbed in the streets,
the “ig ieee having sworn revenge on anything
im the Danish uniform, and our hero has of'ten
said that he will never forget to his dying day
' &he terrible yells of these infuriated slaves as
- *bev rushed after him and his friends.

So the Bellona sailed away from Rio and
cruised about in the West Indies, going from
thence to the Mediterranean, young Munster
growing stronger daily and having dropped
- most of his old peaceable character to become
ihe wildest boy in the ship.
At the end of a three years’ cruise, all the
cadets were given an orlov or furlough at Co-
penhagen, and Munster used his-to go to Russia
‘before the mast, thence to England and finally
to Portugal where he left bis ship and wandered
about to all the country fairs,’ meeting so many
adventures that if they were toid here we
should never begin his real life.

Returning to the Bellona at the age of seven-

teen he met the great change of his life which
- turned bim from a sailor to a soldier ina singu-
lar way. The king’s birthday was kept on the
Bellona with a display of fireworks, during

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scorched and both eyes nearly pui out by the
Ace ee

at put an end to his prospects in the navy,
for he had arrived at the age whe: it became
necessary for the cadets to study had at mathe
matics, drawing, gunnery and the like, all of
which require good eyesight for their mastery.

‘And for a long time it was feared that he
would be blinded for life.

Under these circumstances he wa; discharged
from the navy and sent home, wiere, by dint
of skillful nursing and rest, he finally recov:
ered his sight; but the doctors decided he would
never be able to study again. :

This has proved so far true, that, from that
day to this, he has never been able to read
without glasses, gradually getting stronger and
stronger; and it is one of the mosi wonderful
features in his career that a half-blinded man,
as he is, should ever have become what he wag
within a few years after, a splendid shot with

defense which require quick sight,

But Munster early learned to use his train to
assist his sight. He has often said that in fenc-
ing especially by gaslight, he cannot see the
swords, except for an occasional fiash, and has
to rely on his feeling and the motions of bis an-
tagonist to tell where they are,

‘When he was finally allowed to go out, heen-
tered the Military Gymnasium of Copenhagen,
and instead of a sailor was to become a soldier,

This Military Gymnasium at Copenhagen is
the finest in Europe in the atbletes which it
turns out, While in shooting the Germans are
ahead of most of Europe except England—since
Wimbledon was established—in the arts of
fencing with all weapons, the Danes were then,
and still are, the best of all. a

They teach swimming also on a scientific
system, invented by General Pfuel, a Prussian
who could find no chance in Europ: elsewhere, |
but was welcomed at Copenhagen.

The Danish swimming academy, within a
few years of its foundation became the most

public exhibition, accomplished the most mar-
velous feats, such asswimming in all their
clothes, carrying men in the water, knafsacks
muskets and other fh aes besides being skilled
in the resuscitation of drowned people,

In this academy, pene praia education in
all its branches was carri
proved scientific fashion, the young ex sailor
passed a full year, and finally graduated at the
age of eighteen at the head of the class as Num-
ber One in athletics of all kinds. é

It was immediately after his
an event occurred which altered his career for
the future and opened his independent life.

 

CHAPTER IV.
OUR HERO FINISHES HIS EDUCATION,

at the time of the birth of Thoma;
only son, was an exile for a duel, ‘Che practice
of dueling had become so comnion among
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liable to imprisonment for life if he did not flee
the country. The fact that duels continued to
_be fought despite these severe penalties showed
how deeply rooted was the practice.

Captain Munster, after several years’ exile,
had been pardoned by the king as far as regard-
ed his person, but his property had remained
in Government hands.

It was just after our hero’s graduation, near-
ly twenty — subsequent to the original con-
fiseation, that the king was induced to restore
to the widow of Captain Munster the property

tion back. ;

Thus young Munster found himself, at the
age of eighteen, possessed of a competence and
able to choose his own walk in life.

The choice of a profession was, however, lim-
ited in‘his case, by the accident to his eyes, He
could not study to be a lawyer, a doctor, an en-
gineer, or even enter the army or navy, where
poor eyesight bars the entrance on a medica)
examination.

Ho therefore made up his mind to keep on
with the calling into which he had been forced
by the accident, He was the best general ath-
lete in Copenhagen Military Gymnasium. ‘ It
remuined for him to attain the position of the
best in the world,in the branch of athletics
where intellect as well as muscle has inituence.

He could now handle sword, musket and
bayonet, rapier, cv27el and quarterstaff, with
any man in Denmiis; but he had heard a great
deal of the science of ‘‘ boxing,” which was not
taught on the Continent, and in which the Eng-
lish were tien said to be the leaders. At the
academy he had been taught to strike at a
dummy so as to hit a heavy blow, and parry
such a blow. but that was all.

So he went to England to take lessons of the
then champion, Bendigo. <

Bendigo was a Sree boxer in his day, but an
sgnorant man, who had no idea of imparting
his knowledge to others. The only way that.
young Munster could learn of him was by en-
gaging in a regular glove fight, in which he

‘ound that he could throw the champion by his
Soe skill, but that Bendigo was too hard
a hitter for him, Therefore he finally gave up
learning from a man who could not teach him
anything, but offered him the privilege of get-

—or five dollars—a lickiog. .
Then he beard that there wasa man at Stock-

holm in Sweden—Doctor Luige —who had intro- |.

.strength, called Liedersdorff, who was *he

‘which be describes in three words:

 

duced a new system of fencing with the foils,
superior to all others.- This was directly in

_Munster’s line, for he wanted to be the best |

swordsman in the world; so he went to Stock- |
holm and entered the renowned Central Iusti-
tute of Physical Culture, where he soon found
that all he had learned before was as nothing to
what he could learn. } ke
Doctor Luige was a very remarkable man,

- naturally of slender frame and delicate consti-

tution, who had taken to physical exercise for
the benefit of his health, and had become so fond

of it that he devoted all his learning to getting

bodies and become sound and healthy. He

is best known as the inventor of the Swedish

Ee which weak men could improve

vernent Cure, which has had great success

erent

parry can be made by the smallest possible

 

and still exists as an institution in most civilized oe
countries, New York City having now a very :
flourishing establishment of the sort.

But it was as a fencer that Munster most
admired Dr. Luige, and it is by the Luige
system of fencing that he has since succe:
so wonderfully in all contests with the foils.

He remained at Stockholm long enough to
graduate at the Central Institute, a master of
arms, and then went to Hamburg. He had
heard that at Hamburg there was another man
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most wonderful fighter in the world. :
In Liedersdorff, he says, he found a quiet,
gentlemanly person, who locked more like a
clergyman than a pugilist; and when he asked ~
for lessons he was told to put on the gloves and
try to hit his teacher, who promised not to hit _
him in return. i
This was quite a change from the Bendigo
system, which consisted in knocking the pupil }
own as often as he could stand it, at a guinea a
a lesson. eee
Munster thought it would be fun, so he dashed
at Liedersdorff, Bendigo style, and found him-
self turned round ina moment, stumbling about
like a fool, not one unable to hit his teacher,
but even to keep his face to him, for he was
sent spinning round like a top and felt that he Z
was completely at the mercy of this;quiet-
looking Liedersdorff, had the latter chi Y
‘hit him. agile”
Here was something new of which*Benc
had no idea, and the young man set to wot
learn it, and soon found that with it he
initiate quite a new science of sparring, :
of brutality, and eminently useful
As soon as he had Jearued all Liedersdorft
could teach him in that line, he started on his
travels to Spain and Italy, to find out if they
could teach him anything in the fencing line,
especially in knife play, which he had heard ~
yas the national way of fighting in Southern
urope, _ : : z
It was in this tour, when he fenced with the
best men he could find, that he made the dis. _
covery that he had nothing to learn from them,
He could beat them all, even at the knife play,
by the secret he had learned at Stockholm, _

 
  
   
  
  
   
  
   
     
  
 
 
  
   
   
   
    
 
   
     
         

Kconomy of motions. :

That is to say :— ‘ ie

In fencing with any weapon, mp the
fist, that parry is best which takes least time,

‘and causes the least amount of motion fromthe __

position of “guard.” os ee
This is the whole secret of modern fencing —
and boxing, to take a guard from which a blow
or thrust can be instantly given, without draw- _
ing back the hand or arm, and from which a |
motion. BP : : ee
With this system _he beat all the Spanish and
Italian fencers, and started for Paris, then—in
seis eiepited to have the best fencing-
masters in the world, _ 1 Eee
Here at least he expected to learn something,
but here again he found the Swedish system
fencing was unknown, and that with it he

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The leading French master in those days was
Grisier, and the Frenchmen had an idea that no
one could come near them with the foils.

When, therefore, a Danish boy of twenty,
with smooth face and light hair, came into.
Paris and pinked Grisier at the first thrust, |
besides disarreng bim twice at a public assault, |
they were puzzled and enraged. They swore
that this was not fencing at all, that it was |
merely a case of a young man with a very-:
strong wrist who had a new style to which they
were not accustomed, but which did notamount |
to anything.

So they finally declined to fence with him
unless he would adopt the old s.yle of fencing,
and he left Paris with a contempt for French
fencers, which he has kept up to the present
day. :
a, ie next visited Vienna and Berlin with more
triumphs, and finally got to St. Petersburg,
where he was invited by the Grand Duke Con-
stantine, who was a most enthusiastic fencer
and had seen Munster at Vienna.

Here he was offered a position as the first
swordmaster in the Russian army, and began
to see that his fencing, which he had hitherto
followed for amusement, might be made a
means of earning a handsome living for him,
when his money should give out, which it was
fast doing.

-. However, in the mean time he led a gay life
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Guard, and in one of his expeditions at
tht came to grief in trying to help a friend
escape from the barracks by sliding down a
-water-pipe from an ae story.
Strange to say, while he got his friend off
harmless, he was so confident of his own agility
- that he slipped and fell, and injured his back so
that he was laid up for several weeks, and lost
his position as swordme ster.
- When a man gets sick away from home he is
very apt to think of his mother, and young
Munster thought it was about time he saw
Copenhagen again, so he went back ia a leaky
vessel, was very nearly wrecked, had to help
pump with bis lame back, got frost-bitten on
the way, and finally arrived at Copenhagen,
pretty well tired of ce
- In all this time it will be remembered that,
_while he had been fencing and boxing with
hundreds of men for fun, he had never had a
quarrel or duel. He was one of the most good-
_ natured of boys, always ready to help a friend,
- and his fame as a swordsman prevented any
one seeking a quarrel with him. 3
In Copenhagen, however, it was another
thing, for the Danes are a terribly dissipated
and ferocious race of men at bottom, in spite of
modern civilization. Their ancestors used to be
the fiercest men in Europe in the days of the
old sea kings, and their children still retain a
good deal of the old nature. ~
There isa acc’ told of the unflinching, des-
perate ferocity of the old Danes, which shows |
what a people they were, and the blood of those
men is stillin Denmark. A band of these sea
kings —pirates—had landed in Norway to |
harry the lands of one of their Norse kinsmen
called Jarl Hakon the Red, from his red hair,

  
   
  
  

  

  
  
    
  
  
   
   
 
  
  

    

   
  

 

 
 

  

  
  
    
  
 
 

 

  

  
   
  
  
   

 

 

all his men in such numbers that the bold
pirates were taken by surprise, k !led al]l but
nine, and the nine were overpowered by !~ —
strength and dragged into Yarl Ha:on’s castle, ©
where they were chained to a huge log.

The Norsemen decided, after a s2ort trial, to

| behead them all, and the prisoners only laughed
, at and taunted them. } :

The executioner was brought and began his
work at’ the end of the log. by cutting cf a
pirate’s head. : s ;

The rest raised a yell of laughter, and when
they were offered the privilege of being blind-
folded, refused. “Se

‘We are not, afraid to look dcath
face!” said they, boldly.

Then one ot. them called out: a

“Come to this end of the log,.executioner,
and strike straight at my throat. If you see

in the

ye wink my eyes when you kill me, I'll give

you leave to call me a coward.”
This suited the wild Norsemen, and they all

» came to watch the Dane, whose name was Eric

 

Jarl (pronounced Yarl—in English, Earl) Ha-
kon knew they were coming, and got together

 
 
 

found at intervals,

‘the Strong.

They would have given anything to see him
quiver as he met his death.

“The executioner raised bis huge nx, and Eric
the Strong stood up and stared at Lim so fic1ce-
ly that he shook the man’s nerve for an instant.

Instead of the victim winking, tle men that
was to betead him closed his eyes for one ficet-
ing instant. <

n that instant Eric the Strong: seized and
wrenched away the ex, cut dowr the execu-
tioner, cut in two the iron chain tbat bound
him to the log and dashed in amon; the Norse-
men with a yell of fury.

For the time he was stark mad with fury, in
that state which the Norsemen know es the
“ Berserker meee in which men perfermed the
most amazing feats. He drove back the crowd
as if they had been children, cut loose his com- -
rades, and the end of it was that seven’ of the
Danes cut their way out and got to the sea-
shore, where they stole a boat and finally es-
caped to their own land.

That was the old Scandinavian spirit, which
enatled. twenty thousand men under Rollo to
invade France and establish the dukedcm of
Normendy, to overrun England under Wiliam
and to make the name of Norseman or Noiman |
a terror to all Europe.

The Danes and Swedes have that seme blood
still, end are the sort of men who as the saying
is “would fight a cross-cut saw.” It is the

same blood that makes the English fight so

stubbornly, and forms the backbone of/ Ameri-
can borderers’ “ grit.” Find adesperaco whom
nothing can cow in the wild West; trace brck,
his blocd if you can, and you will always find
that it ends in the old stock from Scandinavia,
which overthrew the Roman Empire under the
name of the “ Goths,” and settled in England,
France, Spain and Russia, where i's neme still
survives and its blue Ns and. feir hair are
i as they were in Cortes, the

conqueror of Mexico, and the other fair-haired
Spaniards, descended from the old Goths.

sia vele te ise We ieeemlbla oo yet te
co} elp it, found i : get on in
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Before he had entirely recovered from his
fall at St. Petersburg he was forced into a duel
by a young man of the name of Hauser, who
wounded him under the right arm; and such
was thestate of his blood at the time from his
illness, that erysipelas set in and for seven
months his life hung in the balance.

At last he got well and found that all his old
strength had come back. Seven months’ rest
bad cured his back as well as bis wound,

He bad no matice against his opponent,
though they had quarreled about a young lady,

end eat still have become a peaceable quiet |°

citizen but for an event which requires a separ-
ate chapter to itself. :

CHAPTER V..

THE DUEL IN THE CHURCH-YARD.
_Inthe year 1845, there existed in the city of
Copenhagen a coffee-house and summer-garden
kept by aman who had once been asoldier and
had lost his arm in battle.

It was known as “Sven One Arm’s Coffee
House,” and was quite a well known resort for

_ the young bloods of the city.
The town was as always, full of life and
gayety, for Copenhagen is one of the “ fastest”
. places in Hurope, not excluding Paris, and
there are hundreds of ways of spending money
_ there, in which all classes join, !

There is one remarkable trait about the peo-
ple too, which hardly exists any where else
than in Cope aaEany

A Dane, when he takes his enjoyment, always
takes it in the grandest way. He has no idea,
tov & Gcauuin, of taking some beer every night

_ ina garden and keeping among his own class in
and associates. He prefers to do all his
pleasuring in a lump, and then go to work and
earn money for more, This is true of laborers,
mechanics and all sorts of men. :

All the week long a Danish carpenter will
work hard in the coarsest clothes, living on any
sort of food; but on Sunday, -or sometimes
once’a month, he must have one day when he
can dress up ‘like a gentleman of fashion.
Nothing else will satisfy him, and as he has not
the money to buy a fashionable suit of clothes,
he_) ‘ras them,

,.When the workmen behave like this, it may
be imagined that the noble classes spend as
mych in proportion on their own pleasures, with
‘as little fear of ultimate ruin. Prudence and
economy are virtues at a discount in Denmark,
where the maxim seems to be ‘‘ashort life and

 

_ & merry one.”
But to return to Sven One Arm’s coffee-house.
It was a great place for young men to come to
after a ball, and one night there had been a
pars masked ball, to which young Munster
me with a party; of friends, ,
r the ball he went to the coffee-house of
Sven One Arm, and they sat down in one of the
_ arbors inthe garden, when who should come up
_ to them but Hauser, the very man who had
_ forced our hero into his first duel, when be was
; we fairly recovered from his fall at St. Peters-
~“Wurg. : ;

bottom of his heart, thinly varnished over v-eth
civilization. &:
He had caught sight of his old antagonist eud
came straight up to the table, bis blue eyes
blazing with hatred, for no one can hate a Dane
like a Dane. ra
“What! are you not dead, curse yon?” he
said. ‘“‘T thought I’d killed you.” Fae
Munster had not yet sat down and he knew
_what was coming. Just as in his first boyish’
fight, he sought to avoid the quarrel, and found
his heart beating hard against his ri
“Hauser, leave me alone,” he said quietly.
“Tseek no quarrel with you.”
“I thought I'd killed you,” was the only
reply of the mad Dane. ‘Curse you, I’ll make
no mistake this time.” pie ees. os
And he struck at Munster savagely with his
open hand. — ee
That was enough in those days in the city of
Copenhagen, or indeed anywhere in Hurope. It
meant a duel to the death, or to be sneered at
by every one as a coward, And Munster was
little more than a boy yet, hardly twenty-one,
and his beard not fully grown, while Hanser
had fought several duels, and was several years —

older. ae her WEL
“Yes, but Munster was a —

You may say,
great swordsman.” ;
That is true, but fighting with the foil and —
the sharp point are two very different thiags, ¢:
as our hero alwaysinsists. = : &
There is as much difference between them as
between a sparring bout and a prize fight, and
many a great priza fighter has been worsted in
: ae match by a man he could beat with the
are fist. eget ae :
Young Munster had been used to the foils, but :
he had never crossed the naked swords but once,
and that with the very man who had now insult-
ed him a second time. : te ete
_ And his first duel had been a defeat. His
right arm was still weak from it. Yet he saw —
he must fight again the man who had run him >
through before, ; . .
, The preliminaries did not take long to arrange
in those days. The law was strict and the peril
great to all the witnesses, so that Munster’s
friends all left him, and only one man was found
who would act as witness for both of the duelists,
This man was an ex-officer of the army. He
| had been degraded for a duel, and cared nothing

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le frequented; but there was, not far f:
tho coffee: ouse, an old church, outside the ci
and beside the old church a large graveyard. —

No one would disturb them there, they might
be sure, for the place was said to be haunted,
and the same Danes who would face a battery
_ by daylight with a laugh, would hesitate for
fear at ghosts at night to pass a few tombstones, |

In America we don’t have much ghost busi-.
ness except among the Spiritualists, but in these’
old countries of aarepe all the people believe im
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We was a bright moonlight night, and the
moliering old church tower cast gloomy black
whaviows over the ground.

The city lay off co one side, dark and lonely,
for }t was long past midnight, and the wildest
People must have some sleep, even in the town
of Oopenhagen.

___ The sea runs up in among the islandson which
the city is built, and near one of these stretches
of water stood the old church, surrounded by

_ dark yew trees and green mounds of earth,
with little white tombstones in rows.

It was a dismal place at any time, but you
may be sure it was doubly dismal to the excited
imegination of the boy, Munster, as he walked
si toward it with Hauser, knowing that

one of them two must be left there forever, in
all likelihood. - ;

_. hiven Hauser, reckless Dane that he was, had

__ lost a little of his ferocious swagger, and be-

' Cane quiet when they entered the gloomy pre-
ciur ts of the graveyard, F
_ ‘Inen the old officer, with his savage red face
disi‘gured with dissipation and the scars of old
wounds, said to them briefly:

“Strip. No time to lose if we want to get
out business done to-night.”

 

eee nie swords and felt them.

 They’re all right,” he said. ‘They'll cut
like razors, both of them.” |

_ They were thin, narrow blades, mere ribbons
of steel, with points like needles, and their
edges, as he had said, were as sharp as razors,
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A cutting age ag ee more weight be-
hind it to make it bite deep, but these dueling
“swords would draw blood wherever they
- touched. ‘ ;
In fact, they were meant to do so for a mer-
ciful reason. In sword duels on the Continent,
where no special malice is felt, blood is suffi-
cient to satisfy honor, and the dueling sword is
- Meant to draw it as easily as possible, to make
dueling merciful.
- But when two men fight to the death, a cut is
no use except with a saber. :
And Hauser and Munster had come to fight.to
the death. ‘ 2
Atleast Hauser had. He had said so, and his
face was set like a flint in the moonlight, as he
_ threw off his clothing and stood, stripped to the
. waist, facing his boyish antagonist.
' He was older, taller, stronger than Munster;
_ and his eye had a wolfish gleam in it, while the
face of the boy duelist was anxious and wary.
__ Now the second handed them the swords, held
them, with the blades across, in both hands for
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Saray. had he spoken when Hauser gave a
tiger spring and lunged at Munster, met
avoided a death-thrust by a lithe movement of

I ast fae a ret ‘ ;

aan a ease streamed down bis breast as the
keen edge crossed it; but Hauser, too, was |
bleeding from a similar cut. ais 4
Then they began their duel in earnest, and

 

 
 

they circled round. ; Rote eh
eer gow, and then a rapid lunge would

     

Fils took out from a bag under his arm two |

thrust and parry followed each other like light~ |

  

draw blood after it was parried, by the return
of the sharp blade, and both men were cov!

with it from these superficie! wounds.

But as the combat progressed, a strange
change might be observed between the two. It
was now the wild face of the boy that began to
look savage, while Hauser’s old: frown had
given place to a look of care and ee

Munster was beginning to fence at Tast, as it
he had a foil, and feared no wound, while
Hauser was beginning to realize that he Lad
met his master. :

And then the breath of both began to fail
them, and they were forced to stop and look at
each other, panting and glaring, hardly able to
lift their light swords, to rest awhile.

Neither could relax his watchfulness, or the
other would be on him again, but as they took
up their swords to re-advance, it was noticeable
that Munster went forward, and Hauser fell
slowly back. :

Again the blades clashed, and Hauser made a
desperate attack, rallying all his failing
strength.

He felt he had no time to lose, and for a mo-

ment he made Munster give him ground to

avoid the fierce thrusts. — ;

But, when his attack ceased; he had to fall
back in turn, and a fierce smile for the first
time began to play over the features of the
young swordmaster.

It was the confident smile he so often wore in

after years, the smile of victory.

He felt that Hauser was beaten.

Another short rally, as the old duelist made
his last effort, and then of a sudden came a dull
“thump I

Hauser dropped his sword with a groan, and ;

fell back on anewly covered grave, run through
the body. : :

In that moment Munster dropped his own
pa Yo and ejaculated:

* My God,
mean to do that.”

Hauser looked up in the moonlight witha

ghastly smile. eee
“Youve got the best this time,” was all he
said witha gasp,

; CHAPTER VI.
A STUBBORN BATTLE.

Monster’s first duel was over and what
made it more remarkable was that he had
fought it with his left band. His right arm
was still too weak from his former wound to
enable him to feel confident inits use, and he
had learned to use a foil with either hand.

But Hauser was run through the body with
such a serious wound that he died from it ina
few weeks after and the young swordmaster
<e compelled’ to flee the city and go to Ham-

jure. eae er

 

about that time his uncle Christopher Munster,
the only quiet and : a
fighting family, made up his mind to emirate

to the United States, and offered to take his
d Tom, who had not seen

nephew with him.
This exactly suit I

the land of his birth since he wasa baby, ani

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Here be remained in straits for some tire Ge
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employment in the American service.

Toey arrived in the United States in the
spring of 1846, and the young swordmaster at
once applied for a position asinstructor of arms,
exhibiting his diplomas from the institutes of
Copenhagen, Stockholm and other places as evi-
dence of his proficiency. *

He found, to his utter amazement and morti-
fication, that bis diplomas were of no more vaiue
than waste paper. ;

They actually laughed at him when he said
that he seaukee teach the soldiers how to use
sword and bayonet, and told him that was all
out of date.

“Americans don’t fight that way. We

shoot.”
- And as he didn’t know the American tactics,
he was soon compelled to give up all hopes of a
commission. All his knowledge was useless,
People in the States knew little and cared less
for fencing. ‘They did not believe in it, and do
not to this day.

Then it was that he found the advantage of
having a trade to fall back on. He wasat least
an able seaman, for he had not forgotten his
old cadet training, and sailors are in demand
everywhere.

$0 he enlisted on the little steam gunboat
Vixen, and was ordered to the Gulf of Mexico,
where he took part in the landing of Scott’s
troops at Vera Cruz, and had a rather lazy, un-
eventful time of it otherwise.

Of all the crew the young Dane was one of
the most unha Py for the dull reality of the
‘war soon quenched his romantic visions. There
was no danger and plenty of hard dirty work,
cleaning ship and rigging all the time, ordered
about by dandified young men from Annapolis,
the sailors treated like dogs, and no possibility
of advancement existing for any but graduates
of the Naval Academy.

To add to our hero’s disgust he fell sick of one
of the low coast fevers and lost his strength al-

as the only Dane on board earned him a good
deal of disfavor from the rest of the crew.
Among others was a man named Bliss, a very
large, powerful fellow, a great te -and-tum-
ble fighter, and considerable of a bully in his

way. :
This man took a dislike to Munster for two
reasons. First, be was a slender and fair-haired
boyish-looking fellow; second, he had let the
others know that he was a great swordsman.
Bliss, with the true provincial contempt for
everything which does not come out of its own
place, heaped abuse on the notion of fencing; |
swore it was all folderol, and that a good man
could beat all their fine fencers with a club, etc.
Not satisfied with words, be one day took oe- |
casion to jostle Munster in the ’tween decks.
when the young man was sick, and, when he |
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_ Then the young swordmaster’s eyes flashed, |
and he said, bitterly: é ; .
“Yes, Mr. Bliss, you dare do that now, he-
I'm too sick to defend myself. But wait
ep well and I’ll pay you for that.” 1
turned and regarded him with the true —
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He was ‘“‘king of the roost,” and knew that he —

| with these,”

looked at

old-fashioned bullying air of those days, when
ee and tumble fighting was in vogue.

“Yow ll doa great deal,” hesneered. Why,

I can eat you up and any one like you. You
never see the day you can fight me. Shut up,
or [ll smack ye again.” ;

‘All right,” responded the young man.
“You’ve got the best now, but I'll pay you off
when I get well.” ‘

Bliss might very probably have gone back to-
him and given him a severe beating as he lay,
but several men interfered, and Muaster was so
obviously sick that even the bully Bliss was.
ashnmed to touch him. te a

But from that day the young man began to —
recover from his fever, and did his duty so
quietly among the crew that the incident was
forgotten. v “a

‘ime passed on and Munster recovered his |.
health and strength, till one day, the Vixen —
lying near Tampico, the sailors wére given a
day’s liberty; and Munster was allowed to step
his foot on shore for the first time in months,

Of course the first place the sailors made for
was a posada, for a posada is a Mexican hotel
where they sell drinks, and sailors are all crazy —
for drinks as soon as they leave the ship.

They were all in the posada having a good
time, when Bliss came in with some friends,
and, as soon as he saw young Munster, said,
with a sneer: :

“Hello! There’s the feller that swore he was
going to lick me as soon as he got well, Looks
pry well now, but: I notice he don’t want to

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had to maintain his title by fighting everybody —
that disputed his supremacy. aes
All the sailors looked on curiously to see what
would happen. They were not old man-of-war’s
men, but volunteers, and a rough lot. — “ee
Young Munster looked at his antagonist, a —
man of thirty, who stood six feet and weighed
over two hundred pounds, while he bimself wag
oaly twenty-two-and at least sixty pounds less,
he disproportion was fearful, but neverthe-
less he sail: Se
“Pll fight you when you please.”
Bliss turned and stalked up. 5 =A
“You'll fight, will you? P’llchaw youupin
five minutes and make you howl for your mo-—
ther, you little whelp.” :
And then up rose a buge man; the biggest
man in the whole ship, bigger than Bliss, a
brawny black-bearded giant with an atm
thick as a common man’s leg, and a fist: lik:

shoulder of mutton. ! ms
Hoe was a quartermaster in the Vixen anda
great favorite with the crew. oi
He stood up between Bliss and the sligh
framed youth and roared out:, = eae
“Ay, ay, Hamlet, you shall fight hi t
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As. he tee he doubled his eee at

liss who did not offer to bully him. —
. The men had fallen into the way of ca
Munster ‘‘ Hamlet the Dane,” and the big quar:
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But to the surprise of every one, the young
man replied firmly:

“No, no. Mr. Bliss struck me with nature’s
weapons when I
not fight him. I will have my satisfaction
with the weapons of nature or it will be no sat-
isfaction at all.”

Bliss grinned savagely.

“Pl give you all you want.” ;

The big quartermaster cast a pitying glance
on the boyish figure.

“You can’t fight him, Hamlet. He’s big

- enough to eat you up.”

‘But I will fight him,” said Hamlet, ‘and
all I ask is fair play.”

_ Then by all the gods of the sea, you shall
have it and T’ll be your second,” cried the big
wan delighted. ‘
make a ring. The man that tries to hurt Ham-
let will have to deal with me.” :

It was agreed that it was to be a fair fight,
with no kicking, biting or fouging allowed, the
fists being the only weapons employed.

Yet, no sooner did they meet than the brute
Bliss rushed at the little whitehead witha curse
and a kick of his huge boots which had it
taken effect would have ruined the boy for life.

_ But Munster had expected this foul blow and
had not forgotten the lessons of Liedersdorff.

The kick never reached him, but he caught
bliss by the ankle, threw him heavily, and be-
fore the fight could go any further the gigantic

uartermaster interfered and insisted that they
should fight in bare feet.

He was determined that no life-long injury
should be inflicted by either.

Bliss, deprived of his favorite means of of-
fense yet rejied on his great strength and
rushed in to close the next round by a grapple.

The active Munster let him come to the grap:
ple, then broke it instantly by dashing his head
in Bliss’s face, and threw him a second time.

Wild with rage, the
time with a shower of blows, and Munster again
broke through his gars, taking all the blows:

,on the top of his head and butting the bully
Danish fashion, till he let go his hold. _

So the battle went on, with a blazing sun
overhead, the thermometer standing’ at a hun-
dred and twenty degrees, and dry sand all
round them,

They fought round after round, with an ob-

_ stinate ferocity, our hero says he remembers to
this day, and has never ‘seen excelled. Bliss
was fighting for his kingdom beforo all his

_gang; the boy for his life.

But in every round the big man got the worst

_ of it, for he was thrown every time and butted
in at every struggle, while the boy had not
‘amark,

* With all his ee and ferocity the bully

,/ could not retain his hold of the boy, and when

_ he clutched for his hair the head was away

with a quick duck, while he received stinging
blows in the face from Munster’s fists. ee.

So the battle went’on till both men wer
thoroughly exhausted and could only pant and

_ glare at each other or wrestle weakly.
-. Once when they were both down, one of
- Bliss’s friends made a cowardly kick at Mun-

ster, which missed him by a mere accident, anc

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no one seemed to notice it, for they were too

much absorbed in the fight.

But all this while Bliss worked the hardest of

© two, for he used all bis strength, while
Munster was saving his and using only his head
to butt with.

| And at last came the moment when they
both fell side by side utterly wearied out and

| fainted away for a little.

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Munster recovered his senses first and raised
himself above Bliss who lay there and only
| Just opened his eyes,

The young man clutched his enemy’s throat
| with one hand, set his knee on his breast, and
cried out: ;

‘Give up, Mr. Bliss, give up. I don’t want
to kill you.” ,

Then it was that Bliss showed he was no cow-
_ard even if he was a cruel bully.

Too weak to throw the other off he muttered

savagely: ;

“Never to you.”

As he spoke, he reached up his long arm and
‘ clutched the long hair at last by the temple,
| digging his thumb into the corner of Munster’s
eye, muttering:

“Now I’ve got you, curse you!” 4

For one moment the boy pulled his head
away, but was too weak to break the despera
hold of the giant. | 2

It was a question: }
Should he choke Bliss to death and lose his
worth that.

own eyesight?

The fight was not

He let go the other’s throat and tried to pull
away the horrible gouging thumb while he said
the fatal word:

“ Enough !” : :

That settled the matter in the old-fashioned
rough-and tumble fights.

The man that said ‘‘ Enough,” was safe after
the word passed. :
__ Bliss let go his hold, and the two men fainted
dead away on the hot sand under the burning

sky.
Our hero has often said that this was the
most terrible fight of his life, and he has a vivid
' memory of it to thisday. Ten years later he
‘would not have feared Bliss, and could hava
conquered him with more ease, but at that time
| he was only twenty-two and had not learned all
| he did afterward in fighting without ary wea-
, pons but those furnished by nature. :
| He had encountered a man twice as strong as —
| himself and had battered him badly. &
He lay senseless and so did Bliss, covered with
| dust, sweat and sand, their throats dry and
| burning. ;

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Had no one been near to help both men would

probably have died. : eae

|. Asit was, the huge quartermaster picked up

| Munster like a baby, carried him down to the

sea, and tossed him into the surf,

| The shock, the coolness, the water were like a

| taste of Paradise to that young man, and in a
very few moments he was up and surrounded
by the sailors, who looked at him in amazement,
while the big quartermaster kept pasting bim —
on the shoulder, stroking bis hair, smiling at
him and petting him as if he had beer a baby,

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As for Bliss, technically be had won the fight,

_ for Munster had first cried ‘‘ Enough.”

But when they had tossed him in the surf and
he finally came to, he did not lok much like a
victor.

His eyes were half-hidden in bumps of blue
and rele his nose broken, his lips cut and
swelled, all his teeth loose. Only his strength
remained, but he was sore all over.

' And Munster had not a mark.

_ His fair, boyish face had not been touched,
and only the corner of one eye was slightly
bloodshot, while he walked about, laughed,
talked and joked with the utmost gayety.

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a fight.

Yet all the while he was suffering the most
exquisite tortures. The top of his head ached
terribly and seemed to be on fire in the hot sun,
while under his hair the whole skull was covered
with lumps where the hard kruckles of Bliss
had battered it or where he himself had butted
against the other’s jaws,

But he felt he would rather have died than
let any one know this, so he strutted about as
gay as a lark, exaggerating his gayety to make
the rest think he had not suffered anything,
and took care to go back to the ship in the same
boat with Bliss. :

The contrast between them as they sat on the
kaye thwarts was very great—the one laughing,
ef without a mark; the other silent, glum, his face
: a mass of bruises. ;

Bliss never said a word to Munster again, but
whenever there was a fight thereafter he was
always to bo found on the side of the fair-haired
boy and stood by him as if he had been his
brother. 3

So two brave men often act after a desperato
fight, They learn to respect each other. :

‘e have omitted to mention one little inci-
dent at the close of the fight, when the two
principals had been washed and dressed.” It
was one characteristic of the old quarter-
master.

Without saying anything to any one in the
way of complaint or warning, he walked up to
the man who had kicked at young Munster as
he lay on the ground by Bliss, and said slowly:

“Ahem! You kicked at my principal ashe
lay by your friend.” i

‘1? No, I didn’t do it,” stammered the other,

turning pale and retreating a step before the

brawny giant. — -
_. “Isaw you kick at my principal,” repeated
_ the peek,
_. “YT didn’t, I mean—I didn’t mean—” the
otber answered, still paler. © :

_ “You didn’t mean to kick him, is that it?”
asked the quartermaster, quietly. .
‘Yes; I didn’t mean it,” answered the man,
alittle relieved, z
“Then I didn’t mean this,” replied the giant,
with a growl, and as he spoke he dealt the sailor
_ asingle blow, under which he fell like a log and
‘lay there too frigutened to get up.

“JY want you to understand, all of you the
brawny quartermaster went on, “that this gen-
tleman is my friend, Any man who strikes
- Hamlet strikes me.” _ # ae
And then he took Hamlet under his wing and

ied him off to the ship, where he remained

  
 

    
   
  
  
 
 
 
 
 

    
  

  

cruise,

Not a sailor would annoy him now, for they
had seen him fight and they Imew that if he
could whip the bully of the ship he would make
short work of any lesser game, - : ;

CHAPTER VII.
LEARNING A TRADE.

Our hero was not destined to. remain long in’
the American navy, however; for be could not
stand being treated by the officers as a sort of
brute, unworthy of civil words. He was hot-
tempered and high-spirited, and there was a
certain mate on board the Vixen, whom we will
call Kingsland for want of a better name, who

 

even to the extent of striking them.

| fore flogging was abolished in the navy, when
the knock-down-and-drag-out style prevailed. —

One day mate Kingsland ordered the young
man to do something, and because he did not
move fast enough, kicked him from behind, with
an oath, : :

Three seconds after Mr. Kingsland lay on the
deck with a bloody nose.

Five minutes later Munster was in irons in
the hold, to be tried for mutiny, and either flog-
ged or hung, as it might please the court-martial
to decide, } :

His only chance of safety lay in the fact that
the commodore, with the Tresé of the sqiadron,
was at Sabine Pass, and that no general court-
peas could be had without the commodore’s
orders. , : i

So the Vixen sailed to Sabine Pass and found
that the commodore had gone from thence,

As she lay at anchor there, some of the young
man’s sailor friends, who hated Ki 2
managed to get him up on deck in the night,
with his irons off, and pointed him to an Amer-
ican schooner just getting under way.

“There’s your chance, Hamlet,”
the old quartermaster who had seconded him
in the fight. " ‘Swim to
She’s going to Norfolk.”

It does not take a man long to decide when he

up
made his way back to Baltimore and his uncle, -
Christopher Munster, d

ae eae to the schooner, and was picked
iy

and determined to stick to

ster, as for every one in America. :
How was he to live?

yet he had to live, somehow, ashore.
It shows his pluck and honesty

a useful thing in his life, was not too proud
vee a trade, and begin at the bottom of the
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_ He found a German Jew, mean and miserly,
in the cigar trade, and proposed to him to work
as an apprentice for board and lodging oa ly», He
lid so for over a year, till he had mastered the
trade and could make cigars quicker and better
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to command high wages,

the hero of the forecastie for the rest of that

made a practice. of tyrannizing over the men,

» This, be it remembered, was in the days be- _

Kingsland, —

whispered —
her, and yowll be sate,

is in Munster’s position; so he slipped over the — me
her and taken to Norfolk, whence he 5

isgusted with sea life, —
the land for awh'le, _
But now came the problem of life for Mun: —

No one cared for fen>-
ing, prize fighting was a disgust to him; and

that this bril-
liant young swordsman, the spoiled child of for- —
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It was a trait of his mind, which he has
shown all his life, to improve everything, and
he soon saw a source of profit in the cigar-mak-
ing business, which he turned to use.

When he, began to make cigars there was a
good deal of waste on account of the surplus
tobacco of the large leaves being thrown away
or cut-up for cheap smoking tobacco, under the
name of “ scraps.” ;

_ Young Monstery—for it was here he began to
use this form of name—thought it quite possible
to use the seraps and waste for cigars, by put-
ting it in the middle and using a good
wrapper. :

He tried the experiment, found it work well,

_ and soon made money quite fast, by buying up
scraps all over the city, and working then: into
cigars, which sold at many times the price of
the smoking tobacco into which the scraps

- had been formerly cut. s
_ He remained in Baltimore till 1849, and then
had saved quite a handsome sum of money, his
only amusements being fencing and boxing, of
which last he found plenty, for Baltimore was
then the worst city for fighting in the United
States.

He had, as a cadet and in Mexico, acquired
quite a knowledge of Spanish, and had always

_ been fascinated by Spaniards, which was per-
haps the reason that he made the acquaintance
of the unfortunate Lopez about this time, and

_ became crazy for Cuban independence.

Au his friends were Spaniards or Cubans;
and he was full of the romance of the Spanish
character. This isa very common thing among
Scandinavians. There seems to be some fasci-
nat on which makes the fair-haired, blue-eyed
children of the North admire the dark eyes and
olive faces of the South, and revel in the soft
liquid language, so different from their own
deep-toned, guttural tongue.

‘or more than a year Monstery kept Spanish
company, at first because the Spaniards were

_ the only people he met who could fence, and,

* oer awhile, because of the Spanish beauties he
met,

‘His two or three years o% regular living had
expanded him into a man, very different to the

: ee had fought Bliss.
True, he was still slender in appearance; wore

Bes his hair long; had a boyish face, and dressed in

the most dandified fashion, with all the rich
- tastes of a Dane; but he had become known and
feared as what the “ Plug Uglies” of Baltimore
called a “ mighty deceivin’ man.”
— To look at his slim, upright figure and foppish
dress, you would take him fora regular milk-
z e0Ps only fit to swing a cane and sport an eye-

_

lass. |
- But when you came to measure and weigh
_ him, you would find that it took a forty-two

_ inch tape to goround his naked chest, that he

tipped the scale at a hundred and fifty-five

‘

he trained activity of a fighting athlete.
_ ‘Time passed _on, and he had acquired plenty
of money in his new trade, when he met a

lovely Spanish girl, whom we will call only by.
her Christian name, which is very pretty.

_ That name was Carmen, which the Spaniards

are apt to soften into Carmelita, and with Car-

ounds, and was as hard asa rock all over, with”

melita Monstery fell over head and ears in love,

much to the satisfaction of the lady, but not so
much to the liking of another person.” eh

This person rejoiced in a truly Spanish name,
taken from the Bible, and, to our notions, quite
irreverent, :

He was called Jose Jesus Gomez, and he, too,
loved the fair Carmelita. In fact, he thought
he had the inside track with Carmelita, for t:e
had secured her father’s influence, and Spanish
girls are nothing if not obedient. s

So when Jose Jesus saw that this young Dan- ie
ish-American had cut him out, and that Car- é
melita preferred blue eyes to black, and true
love to the revenue of a sugar estate—for Jose -
Jesus was rich—Jose Je‘us swore he would be 4%
revenged, and went about it in true Spanich ne
fashion, that is to say, with a determination to :
assassinate by treachery. a

There ure two classes of Spaniards, about as ua
different as day and night. They are the ‘ Ru-
bios”—the fair hairs—descended from the old
Goths, proud, high-spirited, brave, fierce, cruel,
but always fighting fair, Cortez and Alvarado
and the Spanish conquerors of Mexico belonged
to this cldss. ~ =

Then there are the Black Spaniards, who are
descendants of the women of the conquered
Gotl$ and their Moorish masters, with dark
Arab faces and a mixture of a dozen different S
bloods. These are the bad Spaniards, with all a
ene vices of all the races, and little of their vir- '

ues, :

Jose Jesus was a black Spaniard, crafty, cruel,
cowardly, treacherous, and bent on’ revenge, if
it took him a lifetime. In the play of Othello
ee has painted just such a man, and
given him the Spanish name of Iago, though
the scene liesin Italy. Shakespeare knew what
he was about when he drew Iago. Rit

Jose Jesus played Iago to perfection, and
Monstery was just as open and unsuspicious as
Othello.

Only Jose Jesus made a mistake that Iago |
would never have done. He tried to beat a
swordmaster by physical means. | ee

This was the way it happened: :

Monstery was well known among the Span-
iards and Cubans of Phiiadelphia and Bul i-
more as a Cuban sympathizer of the most en-
thusiastic kind. : ee

In those days—it was ten years before our civil
war—Cuba was a great object of interest in the |
United States. There was much rivalry be-
tween the free and slave States as to which
should have the most votes in Congress, and by
the Missouri compromise it had been agreed
that all new States soe into the Union south
ot Mason and Dixon’s line should be slave
States, all north of it free States, Sa

American settlers had taken Texas from the
Mexicans, :aised an independent State, joined —
the Union and finally had brought on the
Mexican war, which had strengthened theslave _
power by the votes of a new State. See

Cuba, being discontented with Spanish rule,
as. she is to this day, it was hoped by many
people that her inhabitants would rebel, and —
| throw off the Spanish yoke, erect an indepen-
| dent_government in Cuba and apply to enter
the United States, Therefore it was very easy

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: “hot-headed young men who were spoiling for a
izht. f :
Naturally, this state of things alarmed tho

Spaniards, and the American sea-ports were

fuil cf Spanish spies trying to find out what

the Cubans were doing, that they might com-
plair to the American Government, which could
not allow armed expeditions against a friendly
country to go from her coast.

So the Cubans were obliged to do all they
dit) seecetly, under pretense of peaceable trad-
ing voyages. :

And in the midst of this state of affairs came
the love affair of Monstery and the jealousy of
Jose Jesus Gomez. 4

Naturally, Monstery being a Cuban sympa-
thizer, Jose Jesus became a Spanish spy, and
_— his plots with other spies to get rid of his

Vi 7

In true Spanish spy fashion he did not let
Monstery know he hated him. He pretended,
on the. POWEAry to be delighted with bim, made
friends with him, dined, wined and treated him
in the most affectionate style, and prevailed on
the generous young man to consider him almost

asa brother, so close did he stick to him.

Thus matters stood on the third day ofMay,
1851, when an adventure peppenct to our hero
in which he came nearer to death than he had
ever been since his duel with Hauser.

 

CHAPTER VIII.
THREE TO ONE.
On the third day of May, 1851, Mr. Jose
Jesus Gomez proposed to his dear friend and
‘companion Thomas Hoyer Monstery tbat they
should take a little Sunday afternoon trip to
Frankfort, one of the suburbs of Philadelphia,
listen to the music in one of the large concert
gertena there and come beck in the evening.
Monstery agreed, nothing loth, and they
walked out together, intending to come back in
the evening by the stage.

The day was Blorivgs, spring just opening, |

and everything promised a pleasant little ex-
eursion. The young swordmaster. was in the
fullness of health, strength and high spirits, and
constantly practicing all sorts of feats, beating
every one he met at theirown game.
For instance, the Spaniards are very proud
of their ability to throw knives at a mark, and
before Monstery took up that little sport,
thought themselves invincible at it. 4
The Spanish method of throwing a knife is to
take it by the point and cast it, so that it turns
over and over in the air, and they graduate the
force:so that the last turn sends it point fore-
most into the mark, ;
Monstery used to take the same knife by the

handle and cast itso that if went point fore-

most, and he would send it into a board so dee
thot it required a man’s full strength to pull it
outs 2s
He had another trick with silver dollars,
which he would cast edgewise with such forces
_ that he would si k a silver dollar into a board
- floor so Gaep that it had to be cut out.
At stone throwing he was such an expert that
he would let any one throw up a stone, and

the ground.

| if his dear friend had not been as quick as a cat

 

| bis own right. arm free, and thus

would pet it itin the air with another ~

 

As they walked along toward Frankfo:
Gomez enticed him into these feats, ani
laughed at his own clumsy efforts to imitate
them. In fact, he was so very clumsy that
more than once he nearly hurt his dear friend;
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he would have received a blow on the head. 4
Monstery scolded and Jose Jesus begged his _
pardon humbly, but the same thing happened |
so often that Thomas finally declined to engage -
a the sport to oblige his dear friend, Josa
esus, i
Of course he had no suspicion that Jose Jesus
was not his dearest friend, or he would have
gone armed and on his guard. As it was, he
carried no weapon of any sort but a light
hickory cane with a hook to it, while Jose Jesus
had inside his. vest a very long and beautiful
knife, with an ivory handle and a blade like a
razor. Monstery noticed it, but thought noth-
ing of it, for all Spaniards are apt to carry
knives, and Jose Jesus was too innocent and
loving to be dangerous. f :
He was very generous with his money too,
and ordered wine at the concert garden, con-

versed charmingly, and made the time pass so
ees that neither of them discovered how _
ate it was till the garden began to shut up and
they’found that the last stage to the city had
gone. ;
Monstery did not- care much for this, and
a poor that they should go to a hotel; but
ose Jesus insisted that he had to go to Phila-
sel gia, and asked why they should not walk
AC \
It was a fine starlight night, they were both
oung fellows, and we may naturally suppose
onstery would not decline a challenge to a
walk of a few miles on a good road. WH
So they started on their trip back, Jose Jesus
full of high spirits, singing and talking, the
very model of a friend. ee EY
Now, whether it was that something in the
Spaniard’s manner, an occasional glance of hig
black eyes or a certain evil sneer in his smile
had awakened a suspicion in Monstery’s mind |
or not, certain it is that the young man be-
gan to remember for the first time as they left =
the lights of Frankfort behind them that hewas
unarmed and that Jose Jesus had an ugly knife >
while they were on a lonely road. z Pies
If a suspicion crossed his mind, however, it
was instantly dismissed. He knew his own su-
periority to the Spaniard, whom he could han- __
dle like a child, and never dreamed that Joso —
sents would dare to attack him, knife or no —
nife. age
To make assurance doubly sure, and half-
asbamed of his own thoughts, he took the Span-
iard’s right arm in bis own leftsoas to leave

they strolled
on chasting as pleasantly asever. fa ee
He had forgotten all about his nalf-formed
suspicions, and they were still walking on, when _
Jose Jesus suddenly snatched away his arm. |
whipped out the long knife, and made a desper:
ate stab at Monstery’s heart, withoutany warn: —

ing. . ‘ oe se :
With the instinct of a boxer, confused and

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again, dropping all disguise

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The knife went through his left arm above
the elbow, glanced off the bone, and scratched |
the skin just over his heart, while the blood |

spurted ous.

Tbe shock and pain of the stab would have |
felled any ordinary man, and they staggered |
even the swordmaster. i

As for Jose Jesus, his olive face was white, |
the starlight, and he looked like a demon as he |
plucked out the knife and stabbed at his foo |

n that aoe moment, showing “that Jose |
Jesus had laid his plans well, two other men
leaped up from a ditch at. the roadside and '

‘rushed at Monstery with drawn knives.

And he had nothing but a stick.

But he knew how to handle that stick, and
his head became cool tbhe.moment he saw that
it was a case of life or death.

He leaped back, flourishing the stick in furi-
ous circles*and shouting for help, as the three

- men rushed at. him. .Then began the fight.

_ quick, sharp blow

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_of the wagon.

wall on to the toll-gate, a mile or two further on. |

His stick was toolight to fracture skulls, or
he would have had a better chance, It was’
only a common light cane, luckily made of |
tough a 5 = |

arm he must hit hard and on the
wagon with several people in it, to whom Mon-
stery shouted:.

To do an
“Help! help! They're trying to murder me.” |

tenderest places.
Jose Jesus was the nearest, and crack went
But the people in the wagon, seeing the flash -

the tough stick on the wrist of the Spaniard,
sod ins the knife flying, while Gomez uttered a
shrill yell of rage and pain, and jumped back,
bolding his injured wrist and grinding his teeth.

Again Monstery leaped back, and kept hitting
always either at the wrist
or temple of one of his cowardly foes.

But they were too desperate and eager to stop
for anything, and closed in, keeping him leap-
ing from side to side, fighting his hardest, but
getting weaker all the time from loss of blood.

And then came a welcome sound, the rattle of
wheels on the road, and up. dashed a country

of knives, thought it was some scheme of high- '

way robbery, and only whipped up the horse |
ae went 02 at full gallop, when Monstery |
found himself alone in the starlight.

- Jose Jesus and his friends had run at the sight
Had they gone far? *

He did not know; but he felt that he was |
growing weak, and he had nothing .to do but |

 

' All was silent round him, and he gathered up |
a handful of sharp stones, which he piled upon

but |

his left arm, x

He knew he could send a stone straight;
the stick would not kill. |
Then, dripping blood as he went, he slowly '
walked on, keeping in the midst of tht road aud

watching the fences warily.

- enuugh of it for one night, thou

‘three stabs, all in the leff arm, and lost much

Jose Jesus and his friends, however, had had |
Monstery
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ped his burden of stones, and, after a great deai
of hammering, roused the keeper, who was hor-
rified beyond’ measure at the apparitio: of a
bloody young man as pale as a ghost waiting
for admission. ; :
However, he let Monstery in, and a boy was
found to run for a hack and a doctor, so tbat,
before morning, our hero had the satisfaction
of finding that the knife had not touched an
artery, and of having his wounds bound up by
the fair hands of Carmelita herself. ;
‘ When Jose Jesus came home to his lodgings
he found the police waiting for him, and during
the three months that it took Monstery to pet
back the use of his left arm, Mr. Gomez lan-
guished in jail, reflecting over the folly of a
Spaniard trying to cross an American Dane in

ove. j

Before the end of July our tough hero was
about as merry as ever, and Carmelita with tke
black eyes had become Mrs. Monstery, her papa
being quite reconciled when he found that his —
Sa eee: had several thousand dollars already ~
saved, ;

Thus ended the episode of Jose Jesus Gomez,
which shows the advantage, in the midst. of
peaceful civilization, of keeping up the practice
ee stery bee dins

a ‘on! AN oF young man,
the odds of three to one would ae Cee too
much, and Jose Jesus would have killed him,
As it was, with nothing but a hickory stick, he
beat off three men with knives, and not one of
them could touch him after once his eyes were
opened to the danger. Treachery got him his
first stabs, but they were the last.

Ever since that time, Monstery has had an in-
separable affection for a common hickory stick
with a crook to it, and never goes out at night
without one. He knows its value, rightly used.

CHAPTER JX.
Lira IN BALTIMORE. :

Our hero, in the fall of 1851, moved to Balti-
more, where he set up a small cigar store, and
remained for some. years. Fencing was at a
discount; but all the world wanted cigars, and
they came in such numbers to the new Tabaq-"
uiera Habanera that he made money fast. He
paid $16 a month rent for a little bit of a store,
about twenty feet by ten, and found that he
could sell fifty dollars worth of cigars every
day, with a profit to hisown share of about
twenty dollars. And in those days good cigars
were only five cents apiece, thanks to low
duties. j

But agen
happiness, as lo:
ing was in such discredit in America. People
called ita ‘‘ humbug,” and he made up his mind”
that they should own there was something in it.
He was the only American fencing-master, and
he was resolved to show that an American could
fence as well as any Frenchman. © a

As soon therefore as his trade became flourish-
ing, he moved into the building of the Balti-
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money alone did not give him
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large room up-stairs, where hé opened the first

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tould see the use of that. Fencing they didnt
tare for, till he showed them what could be
done in fencing; and then, first one, then an-
other, began to take lessons, till he had quite a
flourishing academy.

Another reason why he taught boxing was
that many people had an idea that fencing was
nonsensical work, and that a rough and tumble
fighter could beat a fencer by main strength.

onstery soon showed them that science pays,
in ang as in anything else, and that a well
taught man of inferior str. ngth could beat an
untaught man far heavier than himself, as he
had done with Bliss,

Therefore the Salle d’Armes became known
throughout Baltimore, and our hero became a
noted man, :

In those days, as we have mentioned before,
Baltimore was one of the worst fighting cities
in the Union, with faction fights going on all
the time between the ‘ Plug Uglies” and other
gangs of ruffians, so that a man who went out
alone at nights had to keep a sharp look-out for
his life, and be. well armed.

The anly element of Baltimore was
“down on” ony. from the first, for the
reason that he would have nothing to do with
them, and would only teach his secret to decent
and respectable people, to protect them against

- just such ruffians as the ‘‘ Plug Uglies.”

It was part of his creed that every man who
claimed to be a gentleman should know how to
protect himself from the insult and maltreat-

ment of a ruffian,

He would say:

“You call vourself a gentleman, and you
hold yourself above these corner loafers, and yet,
‘if you meet one of them, you have to keep out
of his way, for fear he should give youa thrash-
ing. You are afraid of him, and therefore he
is your superior. This ought not to beso, You

_ have as good a body as he has, and your mus-
cles are supple, not stiffened by labor as his are.
You bave money and can afford to hire a
ceacher who will teach you to beat that ruffian,

if all you gentlemen would learn how to fight,

and use your knowledge for self-protection,
these ruffians would have to be quiet, and Balti-
more be a pleasant city.”

The result of his teachings was quite a change
for the ‘* Plug Uglies,” and they vowed revenge
on Monstery, |

Therefore bis life in Baltimore was a succes-
sion of dangerous adyentures, of which a few

_ will show what an advance he had made since
-his youth in taking care of himself.

There was a man in Baltimore in those days
whom we will call Brown, who was known as
e gveat fighter, although, strange to say, he was
actually a deacon in a Presbyterian church.

He was quite well off, and had a large shoe
sore, and belonged to the Know. Nothing party,
_ who hated ail-foreigners. ® was, as a rule,
~ good-natured, and hada large trade; but-all his
_ neighbors were afraid of bim when he got an-
_ gry, and he had a great antipathy to all but

native Americans of bis own sort.
- One evening Monstery’s young wife, a beau-

_ tiful creature with a regular Spanish face, went
out, leaving her husband in the little store,
while she purchased a pair of shoes at the store

fthis Brown, as -

 

Bhe was a high-spirited, quick-tempered little
creature, and, like all Spanish women, very
proud of her pretty little feet.

It took ber a long time to get suited at
Brown’s store, and the boorish proprietor got
impatient and surly, finally telling her that the —
shoes were good a. for any one like her,
and going on to use all sorts of insulting Jan-
guage. :

Ina moment Carmelita’s blood was up and
she stamped her little foot and cried fiercely:

“You are no gentleman! How dare you

‘speak so toa lady? I will tell my husband, and

he will kill you—do you Kear? Kill you!”

She was perfectly devoid of fear and wild
with anger, for Monstery was the most courte- —
ous of men, and Spaniards always treat ladies
with deference, .

Brown sneered savagely..

“A lady! You ain’t no lady.
you've got no husband.”

“Til show youif Lhaveornot. You wouldn’t
dare to insult me if he were heré,” she said, —
panting, her eyes flashing. < ee

““Wouldn’t [? We'll see about that,” said
the brute, who imagined he could beat any one
in the world, and thought he had to do with
a Spaniard. ‘You go along out of here and

I don’t believe

ll see what your husband’s made of, quicker’n

wink.” .
Out ran the Spanish girl, all in a flame of
fury at the way she was being treated, and
Bully Brown left his store and strode after her.
He was spoiling for a fight and imagined he
had to do with some slender black-eyed Cuban

boy.

Fo “Monstery, quietly chatting bebind his
counter with a friend, who was sitting at the
back of the store, suddenly bolted in the ap-. —
parition of his beautiful little wife, pale as a
ghost, her eyes like furnaces, her white teeth
gleaming, as she hissed out: ; eg

‘“Monstery! I have been insulted—by dis
man. You must kill him for me.” :

And then, in bounced a big, broad-shouldered

‘brute with the face of a bully, and stood scowl-

ing at our hero,

fe saw in a moment that trouble was com-
ing and became excessively coolLand polite. =

‘My wife, be calm,” he said, soothingly, -
“Tt is some mistake. This gentleman did not
mean to insult you. He will apologiza.” —

“ Apologize! ‘ p
ruffi .n style, and in a moment he had caught

our hero by the’collar and was pulling him over |
the counter and a gla:s case with several thou-

sand prime cigars in ‘it, as if he was bound to —
end the fight at once. ; ste

Monstery aeeeaes away and left hiscollar

in Brown’s hand, but not before the other had —
given him a savage punch on the head that |
made him reel a moment, and feel dizzy.
Then Brown ran out, crying: A Oe
“Come outside, and Vil give you all you
want, young feller.” ~ ah pani
Monstery was usually the best natured of
men; but this sort of treatment stung him.
He rushed round the counter to the door, and, —
for one moment, hesitated. . :
A short sword hung on the wall, and
fees to snatch it ‘down, after such
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Only a moment he hesitated; then he growled
to himself; s
“No, ll lick him with nature’s weapons, or

-* pot at all.”

. Then he rushed out, and as he did so, Brown,
who was lying in wait in a dark doorway,

ave him another blow on the back of the

ead that sent him staggering into the middle
of the street.

‘That blow steadied him, and he said to him-
self immediately: :

“‘Halloa, Monstery, you're getting licked.
This won’t do!”

He had received two blows, without giving a

_ single return. ;

‘his left sap oa)

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had collected looked at

‘ow_he grappled back his senses with a des-
perate effort, turned round and faced his enemy,

_ who came rushing at him, anticipating an easy
, oes
m.

. It would not do to let that man hit

ain.

i rown came on, Monstery, now in full
possession of his senses, and with room to spare,
fetreated slowly, stepping to the right. On
rushed Brown, and aimed a third blow at him.

With one of his old Liedersdorff tricks, Mon-

_stery evaded the blow, clutched the arm with
his enemy half round by

ow missing its mark, and

the next moment tke young man gave him the
first of those terrible right-hand blows, coming
up from the hip, which he has since made so
terribly efficient. ;

The sound of that blow was like a sledge-
hammer on arock, and it crushed in Brown’s
jaw. For a moment he stood as if dazed, drop-
ping his hands, and then, “‘ thud / thud !” came
two more of those terrible blows in his face.

Mr. Brown dropped senseless in a heap in the

‘ street, and the young man, whose blood was now
fairly up, and raging at the remembrance of

the force of his own bi

the outrages to which he had submitted in

the first instance, clutched up his enemy in his
arms and dragged him to an areaway, down
which he was going to throw him in his frenzy,
when some one touched his arm. :

Looking around, there was a venerable old
gentleman, who said gravely:

“Young man, you’ve given him enough, if
you don’t want to commit murder,”

Tho word “murder” sobered him instantly,
and he dropped Brown, while the crowd that

him with fear and won-

der, as he went back to his little shop, :

Brown had been the terror of the place so

- long that they could hardly believe that a slen-

der young man like this had laid out the cham-
pion, with only three blows. _.
: Ye soit was. Mr. Brown lay in a swoon for

: several hours after in the police station, and,

when ee him away home, his face was
swathed ir
that bis jaw was broken.

A curious incident happened here, that illus-

trates the difference of races, when thd stretcher

went by the store.

Monstery and Carmelita
oy TF at the door and saw it.
_ Monstery looked at the pale face of his foe,

é and gave a slight shudder as he said;

‘Poor fellow! I didu’t mean to do that.”
r eet ee anes began to cry,
liusband bad been © Spaniard,

bloody bandages, and they found.

would have killed him. Oh, why did I marry
a man like you?”

But Monstery only laughed at her. It was
not his nature to bear malice. :

It was Brown’s nature, however, and he
showed it as soon as he got out of bed, To be
beaten so signally and with such ease by a
fellow he called a boy was a bitter pill for the
old bully to swallow.

A few days after Monstery was in the office
of a hotel, arranging a sale of cigars, when he
was startled by the apparition of a face
swathed.in bandages close to him, while'a shak-
ing hand held out a big navy revolver,

He had no pistol, but he used at that time to
carry in his bosom a steel spike which he would
cast across the room through a plate of sheet
iron for a bet. It was his old knife-throwing
trick of which he was quite vain,

In a moment he had whipped out his spike,
and called out fiercely to Brown:

“Shoot! Shoot away if you dare. But take
care you don’t miss your aim. I never miss
mine.” ‘

The bully trembled more violently than
before, and some bystanders caught him from
behind and disarmed him before he could fire,
while Monstery only laughed at him
refused to make any charge.

Brown was not so good-natured, ard had our
hero summoned before a Baltimore justice,
where he accused Monstery of having struck
him with a slung shot, showing his broken jaw
in evidence. : :

It was quite a doubtful trial at first, so diffi-
cult was it to convince the jury that any man
could with his fist alone deliver such a fearful
blow as to cause the damage they saw.

Monstery proved that he had no weapon, and
offered to show the judge on his own face just
| how the thing was done; but his honor declined
the offer, and the case was finally dismissed,
both parties paying their own costs, :

After that the Plug Uglies let our hero alone
as far as sending single men to fight him, but
more than once they lay in wait for him in

ngs. ; 3
One night, after eleven, when the shutters”
had been put up, nine of them slouched in, with
their hands in their pockets, when Monstery
was in a back room mab his little wife alone in
the store, and one of them started to go behind
the counter. ; :
They had come to

he pick a quarrel and steal
what they could. : : nore
_ The first man got no further than the edge of
the counter, when he was startled by the ap- _
partion of Carmelita, at the other end of the
ittle store, her dark eyes glittering as she
crouched behind the desk and looked at him
over the barrelof arevolver, :
“What do you want? Go away,” was allshe
said. But he took care to go out very quietly,
and stammered thatshe and his friends “ want-
Be ee that’s all.” ‘ ;

asked, her heart beating fast. Ie Sir
~ We want thecigars. Do youhear?” growled |
another man, ‘Come out and serve us. Time

 

enough for money when we get the cigars.

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; It was only a pretty little Spanish girl that
A said it, but she had hinges look about her,
ig and they hesitated.
ee And at that very moment Monstery opaned
the door from behind unseen, took in fhe whole
e situation at a glance, and before they had fairly
Rye seen him, pulled down two long navy revolvers
ES that hung behind the door.
CS Click! click!
i The first intimation the bullies had of our hero
he stood smiling at the back door with the re-
bp volvers hanging down in a careless manner, as
P he said:
“*Good-evening, gentlemen, Aha! you have
come for cigars, Certainly. Carmelita, my
ES dear, please to serve the gentlemen.”
ES And somehow or other the men who had
B come there bent on a row quieted in a moment,
_ paid down good money for cigars, and slunk
out peacefully,

The trouble was, that the
been recognized, and that did not suit their
ideas of a fight. They liked to catch a man in

_ the dark, ten to one, beat him to a jelly, and
then run away and defy any one to prove the
assault on them.

It may be imagined, therefore, that life in

~~ [tick (6c ty was decidedly unpleasant for Mon-

é stery. His only compensation for the disagree-
ables was that he made money rapidly, and he

staid there four years, till, in 1855, disgusted

with the place and having saved twelve thou-

sand dollars, he sold out and took a trip to Eu-

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CHAPTER X.
MASTER AT ARMS,
~ Our hero had found that he could always
- _ make a living by doing work that he nated, but
Re ‘ he had made up his mind to try if he could not
" live just as well by doing work that he loved. He
was as enthusiastic a fencer as ever, and as he
grew older had developed a system of his own
with which he could beat any one in America.
_» Itremained to be seen if he could handle the
se -best' masters in Europe also,
et He had been in America now for about ten
= ears, and in that time new men had come up
Europe. Could he beat them, or would he
have to learn anything from them? In a trip
_ to meet adventures of this sort it was necessar.
to travel al:ne, and our bero parted from his
wife, who went to her family in Cuba, and, as
events turned out, did not see him again for
some years, _
He went to France and fenced -at Paris, but
found no one there to mstch him in public.
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he did not know. It was fencing with musket
and bayonet. The French ha

and another existed in See and Denmark
_ which he soon recognized as the superior, and
adopted and improved himself. i

French and Monstery eres this:
_ The French parry a bayonet thrust with the
_ stock and barrel of the musket, using the arms
ie + out. io Perce oe me or aoe
ae trying, and has to make a wide sweep to
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one system, |
which he soon mastered, but thought little of, |

Briefly stated, the difference between the -yery seldom resorted to nowadays, but when
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tion is exactly opposite to the rules of fencing —
with the foil or sword, where the principle is to
keep the point always ready to thrust, and to_
make the motions as small as possible from —
parry to thrust. d

The Monstery system of bayonet fencing is
quite different. ‘The bayonet is always kept
pointing straight at the enemy, and the butt of
the piece is kept on the thigh, the parries being
made by small motions, in which bayonet
crosses bayonet. Thus the whole strength of
the body is thrown into the parry, instead ot -
merely the force of the arms.

The consequence isthata man using the Mons.
tery system will whirl his opponent half around
at every parry and be able to fun him through
before he can recover his balance, if he fence on
the French system. _ ae

During his trip in Europe Monstery made
bayonet fencing a pe and attracted so
much notice in Spain that the Spanish Govern-
ment offered him the post of Instructor at _
Arms in Cuba, with the rank of major end—
$200 a month pay, a post which our hero ac-
cepted and went to Havana,

Here he found a flourishing fencing-school
called the Circolo de Tiralores, or Circle of
Fencers, headed by Senor Antonio Galetti, and
a great rivalry sprung up between them and
spread to the pupils of both. First it was tke
military element against the civilians. Galetti’s
pupils thought they knew how to fence and did
not want any soldier to teach them, while the
officers of the army felt sure their man was
more than a match for any civilian. 7

Secondly, Monstery came from the old country
and was supported.by Spanish influence, whiic
Galetti had the Cubans on bis side. And the
Cubans hated the Spaniards, just as the Ameri:
cans hated the English in old times, all the more
because they were near relatives by blood. ~ =

So it was very easy to arrange a grand pub-
lic match between Monstery and Galetti in
which very heavy bets were laidon each by his
supporters and which made a great excitement
as the time approached for it to come off. :

It was fated however that it should never —
take place, for within a week of the day set, |
Monstery caught the yellow fever and came ©
near dying of it, lying in a delirious stupor for
weeks, — care

That fever proved the cause of his losing his

lace and came very close to spoiling hisfene-
ing for life, owing to the same vile Spanish
treachery of which he had already had a taste —
in Jose Jesus Gomez. . ~ ode

While he lay delirious his rival, Galetti, pre-
tended the greatest concern for his,fate and—
sent in a doctor who was pronounced a wonder
in yellow fever cases, though it turned out af- —
terward that he was a barber, af ;

This barber-doctor insisted that the patient
must be bled or he would die and he bled him
himself. : ¢ eg

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is bled in the left arm and only the blue vein
just under the skin is cut. This barber-doctor

ed the insonsible man in the right arm and he
cut so deep that he pierced the ar’ery and very
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: pe of the forearm depends, leaving only a
read, : ;

Had he made one more slash and severed it
ee the two ends would have shrunk away
onstery would have been a cripple for

ife,

,, Of all this he knew nothing in his delirium

but when he recovered he found that his right
_ arm was bent up and that he could not
straighten it out. The tendon had healed up
‘short with a bunch at the place where the cut
had been, and it was plain that he would not
fence any more till that arm straightened out.
Asa result, he lost bis place had to give up
his match and leave the island, while Galetti
had the field all to himself.

This was a terrible misfortune to a man of
_. Monstery’s ambition. He had only his arms to

: me his position and one of them was use-
less. -
. Here it was that his grit showed itself. Ho
made up his mind to gef that arm straight and
for six months he worked at it. ees

He would walk up and down his room for
hours, striking out that arm, though every ef-
fort cost him intense pain, and he had frequent-
ly to stop and nurse it, grinding his teeth to
_ keep from groaning.

'To make a long story short, at last the.tendon
‘stretched apes and he got back the use of his
arm, though not till the year 1858, when he felt
that he was at last as good as ever.

_ He was now thirty-four, in the very prime of
his strength, and he had heard that in Central
America the people were enthusiastic on fenc-

» Ing,

fo Central America he resolved to go and re-
conquer fortune, the more so that the filibuster
Walker was just then in the zenith of his fame,
and organizing his last expedition to Nica-

- ragua.

Monstery, with a party, went to Honduras
and they ianded at Truxillo, hearing that
Walker had landed, and that the people had
pronounced in his favor.

As it turned out in a few days, Walker had

   
 
    
        

 

  
  
  
 

_ Government, turned over to the Nicaraguans
and shot.,
_ . The game was up, and the party with which
- Monstery had landed were glad to eseapo
the same fate as Walker by declaring them-
selves simple travelers with no idea of anything
like warfare. :
The excuse availed all but our hero, who had
- come on really to fence and had two huge chests
of arms with him labeled as such.
Whatever the rest might be, it was plain that
Monstery at least was a soldier.
_ So they let the rest go and shut up our hero
_ in the ‘Castle of Truxillo,” as a prisoner, till
_the President of Honduras, whose name was
Guartiola, would dispose of him. ,
- It sounds well to call it a ‘‘ castle,” and it
had been a castle once, though a long time ago.
' In 1858 it was a ruin, with four or five rusty
old guns that no one dared to fire off for fear
they would burst, one broken leaf to the main

, and a garrison of a men, of ae two

   
     
  
   
 
  
   
    
  
 
  
  
    
 
    
  

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landed, but so far from being a victor, he had |
been taken oe orders of the American |

In this tumble-down old ruin our hero was
placed, with his arm-chests, and informed that
if he went out of the gate he would be shot,

while his friends were scattered in all directions.

Naturally his position wasa gloomy one and
his thoughts far from pleasant, As for hiscap-
tivity, that was a mere farce. He could have
got out any day he wanted and shot down all
the garrison before they could cock a musket.’

But to get out of the castle was one thing, to
keep out another. He knew that the whole
| coast was aroused, and he would be a public
enemy everywhere as a ‘‘ Yanqui,” if he made
his escape.

Buried in gloomy thoughts he was one da;
pn up and down the court of the castle,

ooking longingly seaward, and came near the
gate where the sentry was standing. The mar
| without a word of warning suddenly made a
thrust at him with his bayonet, yelling: é

“The prisoner is escaping!”

Monstery only avoided the thrust by dodging
and instinctively grasped the musket. :

In a moment out ran the other, members of
the “ garrison ”’—two officers and a man—musket
in hand and charged him. :

To the active swordmaster it was the work of
an instant to wrench away the sentry’s musket
and face his foes, when a singular contest
commenced,

None of the ‘‘ garrison” had any cartridges,
but they all wanted to stab Monstery, who
parried their thrusts, sent their muskets flying
in all directions, jumped about from one: to
the other, and foiled every attempt to kill him,

Not one but was a mere child in his hands,
and,he could have stabbed them, one after the
other, had he been so minded. |

But that was just what he did not dare to do.

would have the whole country after him, and
he saw that they knew it from the way in
which they persevered in the attack. s
Disarmed, and spinning about here and there,
still they would not stop, but came at him again
and again, and he found that he was growing
exhausted, _ ; :
| It isno joke, even for a master, to fight four

in the shade. :

At last to his great joy the commandant of
the castle, Major Don Rafael Balderamos, made
his appearance, attracted by the clash and
| shouting, and to him Monstery ran.
| Oh, senor,” he cried, “help for Heaven's
| sake. yy rhese fellows want to kill me for nothing

 

| — amazement, and all that he answe:
| this: ee *
| “Jesu Marial Se
| €80 2”

Jesu Maria!

Can a man learn that?]

 

| singular words at such a time,
They showed him that he was safe and he
| blessed the Nachtigall bayonet system which he

had learned and improved in Europe. It had
saved his life. Beets Bane een a ee
| Balderamos was so much fascinated by the —

 

 

and here he stayed for two or three days, |

He knew that if he killed a single man he.

 

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stout men with the thermometer atninety-eight |

at all. : sin aa
| Don Rafael had been standing watchs him
pued un hombr’ aprender

onstery says he shall never forget those

  
 

 
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- country, whom he defeated easily, and made
two thousand dollars in the match, American

i a

_ America, and sent bim his money, years after,
_. On bis way from Honduras he was captured
by some ecto,

fencing, who was only anxious to teach his art,

best men the country could furnish.

Antonio

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poms te of one man knocking four about like |
ldren with such apparent ease that he began
to question his prisoner, and learned for the
first time that instead of a ferocious filibuster
he had come across a professor of the art of

not to use it to hurt others.

The reyelation changed Monstery’s prospects
at once, and he was released on parole, given
the run of Truxillo, feted, petted and wel-
comed, while Balderamos sent off post-haste to
Tegucigalpa, the capital, to tell President
Guartiola that the famous Spanish swordsman
had come to Honduras to try the mettle of the

He had struck the right spot at last. The
Spanish-Americans are enthusiastic on the sub-
ject of swordsmanship, and care very little
about firearms. The reason is simple. “Modern

rms are made by expensive machinery and
ee special cartridges, which are not made
in Central America. They have to be imported,
and the people are dependent on the United
States for their supplies. Consequently they
are scarce. But swords, pikes, lances and
daggers can be made anywhere, and the Spanish
Cp itoat ae are never happy unless they are
ghting. 3

So they use their own weapons for their own
fights, and practice fencing all the time in their
own rough and ready fashion. Every village
has its own local celebrity as a swordsman, and
at the country fairs these men—called spada-
chins—come in from all sides to challenge each
other, carrying their long swords and a bundle
of sticks. :

As soon as Guartiola heard who the new
arrival was, he sent for him to the capital, and
offered bim the post of Instructor-at-Arms to
all the army, with the rank of colonel.

Monstery asked him the same salary as he
had received in Cuba, but was informed in rep]
that the prime minister only received fifty dol-
lars a month, and that two hundred to one
man—his demand—would bankrupt Honduras.

He concluded to go on, however, and was
warmly welcomed by Guarticla, who treated
him—he remembers {ft to this day—to New
Jersey champagne, cider and Hollands gin.
Those were the royal beverages in Hondaras in
those days.

Here Monstery found no trouble in getting
up a match with the best spadachins of the

money.

He became the pride of Telucigalpa, and
might have been there to-day, Lut for one
thing. The Central American republics have a
habit of getting up revolutions about once a
year, and one took place not very long after
which resulted in his leaving Hon-
was compelled to leave, too, witb-
prope: which he intrusted to ono

lanco, an Italian indigo planter, who
proved one of the few honest. men in Spanish

out his

 

s and tied up for torture; buthe |

" managed to buy his freedom by sacrificing his |
diamond studs. Then, penniless, alone and on’

ees foot, he traversed the

wilderness and en

ae

the town of San Miguel in rags and coverea
with chigas. se

These chigas, it must be remarked, are agree:
able little insects that infest the forests of trop-
ical America and burrow under the skin of
travelers, where they Jay their eggs and hatch
out large families. Once in, there is no way of
getting them out but by cutting, and the tor-
ment is indescribable. However, he succeeded.
in getting rid of his interesting visitors after a _
ote deal of torment, and flourished in San

iguel as the only master-of-arms, givin
lessons at sixteen gold ounces a course—equal
to about $180—with the first cavaliers contend-
ing. for places under bis tuition. a

elt was in San Salvador that he ese the
name by which he was afterward known in
rs bots America, of El Rubio Bravo—the Brave

onde. ee

From San Miguel he was again obliged to flee,
on account of the enmity of the governor, wao
was jealous of his popularity, and took his de-
parture for the ublic of San Salvador

where he was welcomed with open arms and

made colonel and Instructor-at-Arms,

It would take too much space here to recount

all our hero’s adventures in these Central Am-
erican republics where he remained till the year
1859, moving north at each successive revolu-
tion till he came to the Mexican State of Chia-
pas. In each, his history was very much the
same,
and the people adored him, but the governors
were always jealous of bim as an American,
and he was constantly waylaid for the purpose
of assassination by men who feared to face him
openly. ie

His encounter with General Bragamonte will
serve as a specimen of his everyday life.

Bragamonte was a general in rank, but noted _

chiefly as the most dangerous duelist in Span-
ish America,
than fifty people at different times and alwiuye
at an uvfair advantage, but claimed to be the
most skillful swordsman living. ee
Of course to a man of this sort the great faemr —
of El Rubio Bravo was as gall and wormword _
Before he came the general was a hero, but ais —
arrival put Bragamonte in the position of sec¢ud —
best, which he could not bear. ete
He did not dare to insult and challenge Mon-
stery openly at first, but pretended great cou
tesy when he met him one night at a great ban-
quet held in a ruined convent, remnant of th
old Spanish dominion, sg j ;
Monstery had been warned against him and
was not surprised when in the course of the
banquet General Bragamonte told him he had
something very particular and private to say
to him, and begged him to accompany him out
into ths dark shadow of the cloisters, where
they might be undisturbed. iste AG aoe
Bl Rubio Bravo looked at the sinietee: la
face, read treachery there, remembered
Jesus Gomez, and replied, coldJy:
“We have nothing to discuss, senor, that we
cannot speak of here in the light. I don’t love
darkness,” 3 ee:
Bragamonte frowned. eee ar ae
“Senor, what do you mean? I tell ice
have important private business, on 7
must consult you.” Po hace Steg,

 

He was enthusiastically received in all,

He was said to have killed more _ a
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* And ¥ say, senor, that if it is so private
that it cannot be discussed here, you can come
to my quarters in daylight. I will not go with
you to-night.”

_ Bragamonte drew himself up, and frowned
savagely. He had a fierce, cruel face, was a
large man, and most men would have quailed
before him, but El Rubio Bravo merely smiled
ina derisive way, watching him keenly for fear

of treachery, and Bragamonte finally turned
away, muttering under his black mustache
something the other could not catch.

_ When Monstery rejoined his friends one of
them told him he had done right.

_ . It was Bragamonte’s plan to entice him inte
_ the dark, draw bim into conversation, and then,
on the pee of a sudden quarrel, draw on
him and stab him, as he had done before with
others, He never fought fairly unless he knew
he could beat his opponent easily.

-Monstery went home, escorted by a party of
friends, and had forgotten all about Braga-
monte next morning, when he was suddenly
wakened by a loud yoice at the door threaten-
ing his orderly, and the next moment in strode
the valiant Bragamonte, sword in hand, growl-

ing: : ;
= "Zou insulted me last night; now get up and
: ut Monstery had acquired the habit of never
going to bed without a pistol under his pillow,
and the brave general, who had come to stab
him, suddenly recoiled before the muzzle of a
_Colt’s navy revolver, while El Rubio Bravo
said, coolly: :
“Get out of my room, and you shall have all
. the fight you want.” d
And he looked so menacing that the brave
Bragamonte beat a retreat to the plaza outside,
where he raved up and down, swearing and
‘shouting, trying his best to get up a mob feel-
_ ing against the American, while our hero hast-
ily dressed.
The fact was, Bragamonte had gone too far
to retreat. He had come expecting to stab an
unarmed man on the pretext of a quarrel,
counting on ths surprise and confusion ‘of a
man just roused from sleep to enable him to
_ pass it off as a duel. He had thought Monster
would jump out of bed and rush fora soem
so.as to give him an excuse to say he acted in
‘Self-defense, The pistol had quite upset his
plans, and his reputation as a duelist was at
_ Stake. If he ran now, every one would despise
him; he would be mob and killed by his
numerous enemies. It was quite necessary to
_ keep on blustering, in the hops that national
_ feeling might come to his aid, and Monstery
mi Age he mobbed.. ‘ :
__ Our hero, however, gave him no time to work
on the people, for he had ere on his trowsers
d boots, and ran out with his sword before
the valiant Bragamonte had ceased his vapor-

MURS Hece es
a "hon it was too late to retreat, and Braga-
monte had to fight, out in the open plaza, be-

*

fore all the poople, ;

- Todo hi prec e fought well in his des-
peration. His style was that of the Spaniards
inherited from the Moors, of making wide, |

eping cuts, and trusting ee rather

 

than parties to escape return

ee cle

‘ never su

forward and back like a tiger, cutting high and
low with all his force, and shouting savagely at
every cut, while the American stood coolly on
the defense, meeting his sword at every turn.

Bragamonte even cut at the ground, and one
vicious slash grazed Monstery’s foot, cut through
the boot, and slightly wounded his great toe,
though he did not feel it at the time.

But at last Bragamonte wearied, and El
Rubio Bravo became the assailant in turn, cut-
ting lightly and cautiously and always on guard,

At length Bragamonte tried his last secret
trick, which would have puzzled any merely
school fencer.

Monstery made a light cut at his arm, out-
side, and Bragamonte threw up his own sword
to bind his enemy’s blade there, quick as a flash
threw forward his left foot and clutched for
Monstery’s sword-wrist with bis left hand.

It was the end of the duel.

Quicker than even the Spaniard, the Ameri-
can threw forward his own left foot, drawin;
back his sword out of danger, and in an instan
had reversed the trick. :
~ Bragamonte’s sword-wrist was in his grasp,
end he plunged his own blade deep into the
Spaniard’s vitals, so that the point came out be:
ee Bragamonte’s back, and the hilt struck his

reast.
’ With a bowl of pain the would-be assassin
dropped helpless to the earth, and El Rubio
Bravo plucked out his sword, once more the
victor. s :

Bragamonte had fought his last duel, and, al-
though he survived the wound, be never shone’
as a swordsman again. :

El Rubio Bravo became the hero of the hour,
and people breathed freer, removed from the
sway of the desperado, ‘ ;

In 1860 Monstery found himself in the State
of Tabasco, in Mexico. - :

CHAPTER XL
ADVENTURES.

In the Mexican Confederation Monstery mee
the one honest and brave Spaniard of all hie
experience, in the person of General Jose Marts
Melo, with whom he served some time, and te
whom he was very closely attached by ties of
affection. :

Jose Maria Melo, like himself, was a Rubio—=
e fair hair—descended from the pure Gothic
stock, without any Moorish crosses, and brave
toa fault. Hoe was a cavalier in the true sense,
chivalrous, generous and kind-hearted, and
never went back on a friend in need, 5 Bead

Yet such is Mexican misrule, Melo was a par-
tisan officer, now on one side, now another, and
living off the country. | *

Our readers may not, all of them, know the
nature of Mexican government, and a few
words may not be out of place. #

Mexico is not a single State, but, like our
Union, a confederation of States, with a central

Government. Unlike our Union, however, the —

different States are allowed to have troops of
their own, not militia, and are very frequently —
at war mies oe oe » Te ee is, a
series of petty revolutions, whic 1 —
bride till this power is taken aya
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At the time Monstery met Melo war had
existed for a long time between the States of
Chiapas and Tabasco, and the two friends went
into it on behalf of Chiapas. They prospered
greatly, and Monstery became famous for the
manner in which he trained a body of Indian
premee, who conquered everything before

em.

At last, however, Melo was decoyed into an
ambush by General Ortega, one of bis rivals,
and treacherously murdered, when Monstery,
inconsolable for the loss of his friend, deter-
mined to leave the country.

He had accumulated some $50,000 in gold and
i with which he set out on his journey,

aving resigned his commission as colonel of
cavalry, and determined to seek his wife, whom
he had not seen for several years, designing to

_live quietly for the rest of his days.

Ho was led to this course by a disaster which
overtook him shortly after the death of Melo,
in which be came nearer to death than he had
ever been before.

He was riding alone, when he was attacked

 

 

 

by a picket of infantry soldiers of Ortega’s

party, and hada gallant fight, in which he suc-
ceeded in beating them off. He wes well armed
-with a pair of revolvers, a saber and rifle, and
had a lance swung at his back, a present from
Melo, who was an enthusiast for its use.

Yet it was to that very lance that our hero
laid his misfortune that day.

He was attacked by surprise and used his se
tols freely, being an excellent shot, who had
never missed his mark up to that time.

On that day, however, he found that the
lance, banging about in its sling on his right
arm disturbed his aim so that he missed shot
after shot, and in desperation he at last cast it
like a javelin at a Mexican soldier, who was
aiming at him close by, and made the only suc-
cessful shot of the day, for he spitted the man
like a lark... ;

-In driving off the rest, however, his horse
- was shot dead under him, and fell, crushing him

 

so as to produce a formidable rupture from

which he suffers even to this day at times. j
His enemies fled at last, but he was so used up
that his career was at-an end for the time, and
it was in the guise of a peaceable traveler. that
he finally left Chiapas and went to the City of
Mexico to take ship from Vera Cruz for the

United States.

He traveled in Mexican style, with a mule for
tance till he reached the little town of Pichu-
co. :

Besides the internal injury in his fall, he had
‘broken his wrist, and was in ne condition to
take care of himself in a country like Mexico.

- He was received at Pichucalco with the most

 

made in his honor as E) Rubio Bravo. :
- To ease his mind as to the safety of his bag-
gage during his absence at the ball the obsequi-

    

- yoom, fhe % Se i has
So El Rubio went to the banquet and was

welcomed as a perfect hero. He was toasted |

and speechified in every form of flattery and

his baggage, and had wo adventures of impor-—

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resolved to try it no more. He would

 

extravagant courtesy by the governor of the |
place, Commandante Flores, who insisted that |
e should come to a grand. ball and banquet |

   
   

one would have thought that he was the com
mandante’s dearest friend from the compli-
ments. . ’
When he got back to his room the true in-
wardness of the affair came out. His trunk 3
had been broken open in his absence and all his 7
5

4

 

gold and jewels save those he wore on his per- —
son had been stolen, ae
Who had stolen them? ; : a
The sentry was interrogated as to who had
passed him, and to Monstery’s amazement he
found that Flores himself was the thief. ae
He had been absent from the ball about ten . 7
minutes, and had used his time well, Of course ~~
the sentry could not disobey his commanding
officer. é
Had this cecurred when Monstery was in full
health and strength it is provable that he would
have killed Flores, but_a man with a broken~ 7
wrist, and otherwise all battered up is in no ~
condition to enforce his right at the point. of the
sword, so our hero laid a complaint before the
Mexican Government. : ; 3
Flores was arrested, but in Mexico, where —
bribery is the rule, honesty exceptional, the —
wily commandante soon effected his release by
dividing his plunder with the judges and our
hero was compelled to leave the country with
what he had left, and landed at New Orleans
just at the beginning of the exciting winter of
1860, - ss eae
He wasat once importuned to join the South- z
ern Confederacy which was then being formed,
but declined. : ‘ ee
He had come to regain his health and find his —
wife and child, for he had beard that a child
had been born to him shortly after his separa-
tion from Carmelita. He had hoped to come ~
back with a fortune, but luck was against him
in that line. 3 aes os
_ He had several thousand dollars’ worth of ——
diamonds left end be sold these and went to the: /
West Indies to find Carmelita. ee
At Puerto Principe be found she had gone
after him, hearing of him in Central America,
and at last they met in the Island of Curacoa, —
where he saw his child for the first time. eB
He had tried making a fortune alone and ao
go to”
Mexico with his wife and prosecute his claim
against the Government, They sailed in a large
steamer and were met off Vera Cruz by a furi-
ous ‘‘norther” which came near wrecking them
and in which they suffered such hardships that
the poor little child died on board. "tata
On land they bad no better luck, our hero’s)
claim being postponed so often thrt he finally
gave up in disgust and went .o California
where he arrived with just $7,000 remaining of
all he had earned in Spanish America. =
He came into San Francisco early in 1861 at
the very beginning of the Civil War and ¢
once embarked in his old and reliable cigar
business. j fee
As soon as it became known who he was,

 

 

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' regular athletic fever took possession of §

ous commandante provided him a sentry for his |

kept _up her gold currency, when al

Francisco,
‘time. : ae
Money was plenty, business bri

He had come there in the nick of

sie a
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the Union took paper, the war was thousand:

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Western slope was practically at peace with all
mankind.”
The pioneers of ’49 were stcut, hardy men,

“and they had grown rich and craved a life of

excitement so that it was very easy to organ-
ize a grand Athletic Club. In 1861 then, with
Monstery for one of its founders the Pioneer
Gymnasium was erected and here our hero re-
mained till the close of the war, one of the cele-
brities of San Francisco, Master-at-Arms of
the club, making money by teaching, selling
cigars and speculating in mining stocks.

At one time he was worth a hundred thou-
sand dollars, and then came the close of the

_ war, witha sudden drop of all California stocks

and the great panic of 1865 on the Western slope.
In a few weeks half San Francisco was ruined,
and among the unlucky ones was Monstery,
who found himself at the end of four’ years
with exactly the same amount with which he
had entered California—$7,000 plus a half-mile

section of land at Santa Ciara which no one

would buy.
The distress of mind he suffered tozether with

the influence of the climate, here. brought on an |

j
1

|

attack of internal bleeding which resulted in the |

doctor’s ordering him away to the East, broken

- down in mind and body.

During bis stay in California he had bad chil-
dren born to him, but these he was compelled to
leave with their mother while he traveled to re-
cover his health.

Dhis at last established, in 1867, he saw in the
papers that a certain Captain Mathew O'Rourke,
in New York City, had challenged any man in
on3 Union to match him with the short infantry
saber, :

This was exactly in Monstery’s line, so he
started for New York at once to see O'Rourke,
but found when he got there that the time had
elapsed within which the challenge could be
taken ue, and O’Rourke’s backers declined to
put up the money on him.

He tried to coax Captain O’Rourke into a
l lory, but the captain could
not see it. He had heard of Monstery in Cali-
fornia, and knew he was no match for El Rubio
Brayo.

Disappointed in this, Monstery went to Cuba

_ to seek his old friend, Galetti, but found him
_ equally pacific.

Galetti would not fence on the
plea that he was getting old.

~ Monstery was determined to get up an excite-
ment somewhere, and heard that a famous

French swordsman called Monsieur Poupard

had made his appearance in the City of Mexico,
and challenged the world.

- Poupard was said to be a large, powerful
man, with,a very strong wrist and great on dis-
arming.

_ Monstery made up his mind to try him and

sailed for Mexico,

In the City of Mexico he made his claim

against the Government which he now found
more stable under Juarez than it had been when

he was there before and here he found Monsieur
Poupard in ail his glory, a burly, black-bearded
Frenchman with bully written in every line of
Lis face, a thorough French maitre darmes. _
They met first at a formal introduction and
‘the Frenchman tried to cow him at once in

 

    

 

shaking hands b
glaring at him with

say:

% So you are the little man that dares to think
of fighting me, are you?”

Like many another before and since, he was
deceived by our hero’s pleasant face, his exqui-
site Spanish politeness, and his pleasant smile.

This line just suited Monstery. He could
squeez) as hardas any man and he smiled

squeezing with all his force
lerce smile as muca as td

u
| at Poupard with a bland sarcasm that icrivated

the Frenchman as he said: %
*‘ Aha! you are a gladiator I perceive. I love
to meet them and beat them.”

Then changing like lightning to one of his :

most savage scowls he flung off the French-
man’s grasp, growling:

“ Let go my hand!”

Poupard had tried the bluff game and Mons-
tery had gone over him. After that the French-
man was civil and he soon developed a sort of
puzzled fear of this fierce blue-eyed man, who
was so deceiving in his appearance, :

There was no getting outof the public match,
however, which was of the kind which Mon-
stery favored most.

They agreed to fence first with the foils, to
be followed by saber, rapier, dagger and
bayonet, the man making the most points to be
champion of Mexico.

The night came and the house was packed.
The French backed Poupard and most of the
Mexicans with all of the Americans, backed
Monstery. Feeling ran bigh, for the French
were much hated in Mexico.

At the appointed hour both men made their
appearance, Poupard looking as strong as 8
bull. Monstery a regular blonde portrait of
Don Quixote, gaunt and lithe with a long
pointed mustache and chin beard carefully
waxed. i

The foils were the first on the programme and
Poupard made. a furious lunge to pierce the
American’s guard by main force at the first’

ass. ‘
= A shout of rapturous applause burst from the
crowd as Monstery with one of his sharp par-
ries struck the foil from Poupard’s hand and
disa¥med him at the first thrust.

“Where's Poupard’s iron wrist?’ shouted an
exulting American. ‘Do your best, colonel!
We're looking at you.” : :
Deeply mortified Poupard et up his foil
and came on guard again. He attributed the
disarm to an accident. ¢ :

This time he feinted for an opening, and a
sharp rally followed in which our hero pinked
him twice, for it is in the confusion of a rally
that Monstery is at his best, as active as a cat.

In the third pass Poupard, spite of his vaunted
strong wrist, was disarmed a second time and
the Mexicans yelled themselves hoarse over
Monstery.

By the rules of the assault nine passes were to
be made, thrusts and disarms to count each one

int. : :

Oat the expiration of the nine, Poupard had
been disarmed three times, had only got in his
pes, ‘and Monstery was dec! ared victor
at foils. ; é

The people were delighted and expected still
more fun with the other weapons. zag

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. But Poupard had one good quality: he knew
when heh d enough. |

He had been beaten at his national weapon
and had no’confidence in his ability to reverse
the issue with anything else. He gavo up the
contest in despair.

Monstery remained in Mexico nearly a year,
trying to establish a salle @armes, but the
country was still too unsettled to make it pay,
and he never could get on with the Mexicans,

They hated the Americans then, in 1868,
about as badly as they did the French and tried

_ to fasten quarrels upon them or kill them by
treachery wherever they could:

Monstery’slife soon became a succession of af-

- fairs with Mexican officers, quarrels forced on
_ ‘him by their rancorous hatred, and one of these
~~ will serve as a sample of the rest,

He was introduced one night by a friend to
a Mexican colonel, a tall, black-bearded fellow,

with a ferocious face, who only secowled at him-

and refused his proffered hand.

Monstery pretended not to notice if, on ac-
count of his friends, and went on with his con-
versation with the rest as if nothing had hap-
pened.

He could not keep peace, however, for the
Mexican constantly interrupted him and con-
tradicted him so rudely that our hero at last

- paid gently: i

“ Senor coronel, it seems to me that you have
some antipathy to me—”

} “ Antipathy——!” cried the Mexican,. with
_ @ Savage curse. ‘ You are a cowardly—”
' A foul word escaped his lips and the next mo-

ment down he went under one of Monstery’s

terrible right -handers, with hig cheek cut
open. ; ica

: Pn a moment the friends and bystanders came
between the men, and the Mexican foaming
with fury was taken off one way, Monstery
another, while preliminaries were hastily ar-

- ranged for a duel at sunrise of the next day.
Nothing but blood would satisfy the Mexican
volonel, whose seconds met one of Moustery’s
_ friends, and it was arranged that they should
* fight with navy revolvers, beginning at ten
paces, both parties. to be at liberty to adwance

: and fire when they pleased after the word,

Monstery did not want such a savage duel in

which one or both was certain to be desperate-

ly wounded; but the Mexican was inexorable
and he had to yield.

_ Matters once arranged the Mexican’s second

_ Observed to Monstery smiling:
- . “Now we have made it u
kill each other to-morrow there’s nothing to
hinder us from passing thé night together like
mtlemen. Have you any objection to my cr-
mae wine and cigars? They have them
good in this hotel.”

_ This exactly suited our hero’s generous and
_ chivalrous nature which had been always in-
_ capable of bearing malice and he consented

Bie share, that he should be allowed to pay

share. ;

en the Mexican’s second, Monster, and

onstery’s second, sat down to make a night of |

it. They tried to induce the Mexican colonel to

| them, but he held sullenly aloof. He was |

und to have blood in the morning and nursed
hishatee Se repress Fe

for you two to |

The three oe at the table smoked,
drank and told stories till long after midnight,
and the Mexican’s second became fairly fasci- —
nated. with our hero. Re ceee

He, on his part, was delighted with the other,
who proved to be a gentleman of cultivation,
brave, generous and amiable, and penetrated
with sorrow at the duel in which two men
whom he liked were about to engage, see

“What ashame it is!” he exclaimed, ‘ that
two such gallant fellows as you, who ought to —
be friends, should shoot at each other. Af least -
you and J, colonel, whatever the result, will be —
friends forever.”

The hour, the stories of war, the good wine—
all were in favor of the pledge, and the two
oo swore eternal friendship over a clasp of _

ands. :

Suddenly the Mexican started and looked
earnestly at Monstery. ° : eS

“Tt is not possible” he ejaculated. ‘‘ Shake
hands again.” : 3 ,

Then as their hands met he uttered a cry of
amazement, and shouted: ‘ ®

“It is true. - You area brother, This duel —
cannot take place.” ; :

Monstery’s second, an American, looked as if
a thunderbolt had fallen, 8

“Not take place!” he echoed. ‘Why not?
It must take place. We didn’t come here to be
fooled.” : E i

But to his still greater surprise, Monstery an-
swered him, very gravely: era

“No, captain, it cannot take place, if, as I
spprenen the gentleman up-stairs is what I |
think he is.” 7 ‘

“He is, he is!” cried the Mexican, eagerly.
‘Fle isa brother. Itisimpossible. You see it.
It would be sacrilege. I will go get him. He
must shake hands. He shall. I will not allow
the duel. It is monstrous.” aig

And away he rushed after his friend, while —
Captain B—, the American, sat staring at —
Monstery with a mixture of amazement and —
rage, ejaculating: = - Seer

“ What does this mean?” a8

‘It means, my friend, something that you —
don’t understand and never will till you become
a Mason. The friend who has just gone w
stairs gave me the gripe of the Royal aad
Masons, of which I am a brother, and if the
Mexican colonel is one also, it ends the affa
We cannot fight a brother without breaking a
sacred oath,” :

Captain B—— was thunderstruck. __

‘What nonsense is this?’ Blows have passed,
and no fight! I don’t understand it.”

“You never will till you are a brother; the:
you will do as I do,” replied Monstery, in.
solemn tone; and just then down came tho
Mexican colonel and bis friend, Ct

Slowly and xrays as if he hated the
deed he was about to do, the Mexican came in-
to the room, advanced step by step to -
stery, and held out his hand. He had to cll
his teeth hard to keep from breaking out,
for all that their hands met and they exchange
the secret gripe. ee ete :

Then, as if the words were be torn
with red-hot pincers, the Mexican )

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ae freely forgive. Forgive thou me, bro
eh.

oe bowed his head and whispered:

0. -

He was as white as a sheet under the conflict
of emotions, and soon after left the room.

onstery never met him again.

» As for Captain B——, at first inclined to be

furious at the interruption of the fight, he was

reconciled to it at last by the assurance of his
_ friends; ‘ a;

“You don’t understand it now. If ever you
do, you will see we could not have done any-
thing else, for all Masons are brothers, and bro-
thers cannot fight.” :

The Royal Arch duel terminated more favora-

bly than others, for at last Monstery was co-

-  erced into a duel in which he shot his opponent

=, at the first fire and had to leave the city to avoid
arrest.

From that time he has never fought a duel,
and has assisted to settle many an affair with-
out blood. Up to that time he had bad nineteen

_ regular duels with the small sword and forty-
two affairs with weapons of all sorts, saber,
knife and pistol. ;

It is a curious fact also that in every one of

bis duels with sharp weapons he has received

some wound, however slight, but enough to
draw blood, even to the cut on his great toe
which Bragamonte gave him, and which lamed
him for gah years,

_ Yet in the pistol fights, though-he-bas fairly
lived in the midst of bullets, he has never re-
ceived a wound to draw blood. His solitary
hurt from a bullet was a contusion that raised
a lump from a grazing ball, at the time his
horse was shot.

From Mexico he went to the mines of Cali-

- fornia, where the dust brought on a severe in-
flammatio.: of the eyes, from which he only re-
covered with still weaker sight.

‘His claim against the Juarez Government,
from which he hoped so much, was finally set
aside by virtue of a Mexican law passed in 1854
but repealed in 1857. This law prohibited the
payment of damages by the Mexican Govern-
ment to any Mexican citizen for private wrongs

_ from the Government. It was claimed in vain
that the loss was suffered in 1859, after the re-
a of the Jaw, and that Monstery was not a

lexican citizen. They decided that as an ex-
officer he came under the law, and he was
obliged to bring his claim before the American

_ Government, where it stands to-day. :

From California he went to South America
as soon as he recovefed his sight, and fenced
through his old ground in Guatemala, Hondu-
ras, and other places, till he went through

eru, , :

The trip was a Bn se one, and he finally
went to New York city, where he has remained

rer since 1870, the most successful teacher of
s that ever was establisked in the city.

: tli f bis life would end’
ee te tke | too stubborn to be explained away,

‘urally, but inasmuch as the colonel bas seen

erous adventures, and figured in many |

cities that would have made the story

trons if inserted in their eee place, I sh

insert them as anecdotes after this chapter.
Meantime I hope my readers will see that they

 

| either on a sofa of a

have here the outlines of a very remarkable
man, naturally of a kind and generous disposi-
tion, who has been driven by circumstances into
a very adventurous life. His only misfortuue
is, he was born a century too late. He should’
have lived in the days of Louis XIII. of France,
‘THE Epiror.

CHAPTER XT.
THE MONSTERY SYSTEM.

CoLtonen Tuomas Hoyer Monsrery, in his
sonal appearance, very strongly resembles the por
traits of Don Quixote de la Mancha’ at a distanee,
except that he is still one of the most pronounced
of blonde men. Z

When you come close to him, however, you per-
ceive that this resemblance is more in the face and_
expression than actual figure; for the Don was, as
represented, very tall and narrow, whereas our
Champion-at-Arms is only a little above the medium
hight, and broad in the breast.

Moreover, though always very thin, he is ex-
tremely muscular, and his arms and chest are
perfect pictures in the way of-anatomy, on account
of their clean precision of modeling.

They are not huge in girth by any means, and
there is nothing of the Hercules in his appearanem.
Neither are the muscles as hard to the feeling as it
is copemgonhy synced the muscles of all strony
men are. ey are firm and elastic, like India
rubber, when thrown up; but at most times, when
at rest, ratber soft to the touch. To grasp his hand

ou would never think he was a powerful man, for
t feeis soft and velvety, and the clasp is never
strong enough to pain one, %

He bas aregular Gothic face, with eyes of pale
blue, constantly hidden behind glasses, without
which he cannot see to recognize a friend across @
room, except by the general figure when it happens
to be in motion. To read the coarsest print, he has
to use the very highest power of magnifier made,
known as “cataract glasses,’* with a focus of six ~
inches; and even with these he dare not do more
than glance over a paper for half an hour.

Yet this same man, without glasses, never misses
a parry in the most rapid rally of the thin fencing
foils, of which he can only catch an occasional flash,
and be will spar against the most ar hitters as.
coolly as if he had the clear sight of a hawk.

What is still stranger, he is an excellent pistal-—
shot, even without his glasses on, though he canna —
see the sights of the pistol with which he will male
bull’s-eye after bull’s-eye; and in his younger days,
before he suffered from inflammation of the eyes sm
California, he would make bull’s-eyes firing from the
hip, without looking at his pistol at all. :

As a teacher of shooti 6 has always been v
successful therefore, and his Hall of Arms has
ways had a shooting gallery connected with it, m
which some of the best shots of the country have
been wont to exercise. 3 pcs

But it is as a teacher of sparring, fencing and

swimming that he has been most celebrated wher- ~ :

ever he has gone; andin all of these he uses methods
peculiar to himself. g 9
For instance, in swimming, the first thing one

-| looks for is water, and yet Monstery has never

a swimming bath on his establishment. — =
For all that, he has never failed to teach pupils, _
not only toswim, but to swim ell, in less than ten les-
sons, This sounds ridiculous, and the time was when ,
the writer of these pages could not believe in the effi-
cacy of such a sys Only the presence of facts,.
ved the Mons: —
tery swimming system to be right, and that the aver-
age man will how learn to swim more quickly ay
better by this system than any other. Yet the colonel”
ns his lessons on dry land, and the pupil is taugt
epee ot ecullar form, vented by.
‘onstery, or on @ of hanging canvas belts par

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His theory is simply this: that the natural fear of
water, palentatied i people who are not swimmers

interferes with their learning the proper motions o:

swimming at first; and that, when they have learned
how to sustain themselves in the water, they have
frequently fallen into such bad habits of striking
out, that they will never swim well and swiftly till
they have unlearned these habits. Z

Therefore, he begins with them on the swimming-
frame, where they lie in exactly the same _ position
as if they were in the water, and there teaches them
the stroke by the word of command:

“*One—two—three! One—two--three!”

In four lessons, if the pupils be intelligent, he has
learned all the motions of swimming in all kinds of
ways, and it is only then that the colonel takes him
_ to the swimming-bath of some other person, where

his visits always create a great deal of curiosity and
amusement.

The pupil is then put into a regular swimming-
belt of canvas, with a rope attached, lowered into
the water, but sustained, so that he is not afraid of
sinking, and the first lesson in the water begins.

In some cases the pupil swims at once, in others
his timidity is such, at the actual contact of the
water, that he forgets his lessons; but a second trial
in the belt has never failed to make a swimmer of

im,
With this system, compared to the ordinary wa;
of going into the water and eee oneself, Col-

onel Monstery has had very remarkable results,

One incident will illustrate this:

While at the Pioneer Gymnasium, in San Fran-
pais: when Monstery was first introducing his swim-

ng system, the subject was discussed very freely
among the young athletes of the club at a dinner-
party, and most expressed their disbelief that such
@ thing could be done as teaching swimming on dry
land. All agreed that it was a mere theory, and that
the teaching would go for nothing when the pupil
first struck the water, on account of his lack of confi-
dence. All agreed, too, that it would take at least
two weeks to overcome the fear of water entertained
by most people. ;

Monstery offered then to wager a hundred dollars
that he could take a person who had never entered
the water in his life, teach him on dry land accord-
ing to his system, with only tw o water lessons, and
that, at the end of two weeks, he should be able to

im better than any man who should teach him-
fic to swim in the same time by daily going into the
ater. ee

Of course the only difficulty was to find Soete
the athletes of the Pioneer Club any man who coul
not swim; but it so happened that there was one, Mr,
Louis Cohen, a big, good-natured giant, who had
actually never been in to swim in all his life,

__ And Louis Cohen, shaking his fat sides with laugh-
ter at the idea of any man learning to swim on dry
land, took the bet, and offered himself for the cham-

_ pion of his side of the question

“Tf I can’t learn to swim in the water in two

_ weeks, going there every day, I'll bet a_ hundred
your inan can’t, with only two lessons,” he said.
“Who is he to be, colonel? No humbugging,”

_ “He is.to be my own oe Emil,” said the colonel.
“ Ho is only twelve years old, and he has never been
in the water in his life.” 5

So the terms of the wager were duly arranged to

_ every one’s satisfaction, g

Louis Cohen was to go to the swimming-baths
every day, or as often as he pleased, and to teach
himself, while the colonel was to take Emil in hand
on shore, but to be allowed two lessons in the swim-
ming belt before the day set.

: th parties began work next day, and for twa
weeks kept it up. Monstery trained his boy wit)
4 care to mako his motions correctly; for he
knew that his only chance of beating Cohen was in
teaching toe boy to swim rapidly and easily He
_ did not doubt that Cohen, a large fleshy man, would

swim, in two weeks, after some sort of fashion.
question was, could’ he swim well enough to beat the

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‘oy? And the other questfon was, would the boy be

able to overcome his terror in. two lessons, for he
was very much afraid of the water? :
As a matter of fact, it may be said that Emil

proved more than commonly timid, and that at the —

end of the first water lesson, which was limited by
the terms of the bet to a single hour, he could not
yetswim. He would not try, but held on to the as
of the swimming belt, and cried unless he was held
up out of the water, till his father vas almost in
despair. Toward the close of the lesson, however,
he managed to make a stroke without ducking his.
head under, and would have ended in swimming had
not “time ’’ been called. The lesson was over, and
the boy could not swim in the water; though his
motions on dry land were perfect theoretically.
The undaunted colonel had only two days left to
win his bet and justify his theory He cared little
for the bet; but he was set on justifying his theory,
and he worked oway at Emil on the motions for an-

other day, talking all the while to encourage the —

boy, before the last water lesson. ‘

That lesson proved the success of the system; in-
side of the hour the belt was discarded, and Emil
swam alone at the word of command.

The eventful day came, and all the athletes of the
club were gathered at the swimming baths to see
the match. : ‘ :

The terms were that Cohen and the boy were to

lunge in together, swim. to the other end of the

ath—150 feet—and back, in a race, the judges to de-
cide which swam best.

Big Louis and little Emil came to the scratch; the
p00 -natured giant laughed and plunged'ia, . The

oy hesitated a moment, then made a leap, and
swam after, with clean vigorous strokes, as well as if
he had swum for years. He passed the big man,
who was slowly .puffing his way along without an
effort, got to the other side, touched the steps and
swam back to the starting-place, while Louis Cohen
was less than twenty feet on his return journey;
then climbed up the steps the victor, and sat down,

As for Louis Cohen, he kept on the even tenor of.
his way, with his round face smiling like jolly old
full moon, and went swimming on as gayly as ever,
he eae. imagined he was beating the boy, because
Emilhad left the water, and called out proudly:

“Look, colonel! I’m swimming yet.” 4%

He was only apprised of the figure he was cutting
by the shouts of laughter that came from hia
friends on the bridge.

**Do you call that swimm:
“Oh, come out, and don’t m
The boy’s heat you.”

Aud so it was.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Cohen could swim—after.
a fashion. That is, he did as well as most men

e a show of yourself,

would have done, taking to it at his time of life and

teaching themselves. He could keep up, could float,
and could go forward, with short, quick strokes, in
which he tired himself out to go very slowly. Per-
severing in the same way, and watching other swim-
mers, he would be able to swim well after a certain
number of years; but the chances were against him,
Emil, on the other hand, in the same time, had
become a rapid and skillful swimmer, though a
All he needed was practice to develop his

| muscles, and he was prepared, as soon as he bad
learned diving and other tricks, to become an ex-

pert. s
The result of this trial established the reputation
of the Monstery system, and since then he has had

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some very remarkable successes with it, especially

in teaching young men.

The great trouble with small boys is to overcome —

their fear of the water, as they have not mental de-
termination enough to conquer it of themselves,
ae older boys and young men it is different.
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them irtelligently ; so that in some cases Monstery’s.
upils oe never taken a lesson in the belt, bur

  
 

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rew banker, Seligman, of New York,
who became so famous a few years ago by his spir-
ited controversy with Judge Hilton about the ad-
mission of Israelites to hotels. :

This young man, Mr George Seligman, had come
to Monstery for swimming lessons, had taken the
usual course of six, and the time had come for his
two water lessons, 2

Monstery took him to one of the large swimming
baths in New York harbor for these lessons, but
found, when he got there, that there was no ‘such a
thing as a swimming belt in the establishment, They
had no swimming teacher, and had never heard of

One striking instance of this was one of the sons Of
the great Heb

such a thing as teaching swimming on dry land. |

Indeed, the attendants seemed to be unable to
contain their diversion at the idea; and every one
was gaping at the ‘man who taught fellers how
to swim on a ot ;

While the colonel was ready to give up the idea in
disgust, and go somewhere else, young Seligman
said, as he looked at the water, full of skillful and
clumsy swimmers: :

“Colonel, if you have no objection I'll try to swim
without the belt. I think I eculd do it. Isee that I

here, and if you'll stand by me and tell me what to
do, Vi try it.” : ‘

e eo oak hesitated; for he knew what a hard
thing it is for a beginner to conquer his instinctive
fear of sinking, but young Seligman felt so confident
that he at Jast consented to the attempt.

The young man went down into the water accord-
ing to his teacher's directions, sunk himself up to
his chin, and then struck out.

To the amazement of every one, he succeeded, the
first trial, and, before ten minutes were over, had
shown six different styles of swimming, on breast and
back, including treading water. In short, in six
lessons on dry land, and one in the water, he had
nade as much progress as many men will make in
their first year of swimming alone, and could take
care’ of himself.

This is not/the only case where the same result has
followed, with a young man of good intellect and
courage, who will obey orders strictly. The system

is not always successful with stupid boys, or with

those that are very timid by nature. The most cow-
ardly, ar cot he taught in this way, with two
lessons in the swimming belt, of an houreach. —

Since Colonel Monstery began to teach swimming
in New York, a great many teachers have arisen, for
both men and Jadies, who have great success.

Now, in fact, noswimming bath is considered com-
plete without a teacher of swimming, and the day
will come when a New Yorker who cannot swim will
be L a curiosity.

pe Apeeniers system is modeled on that in use at
Copenhagen, where the best teachers are found. In
Denmark, as in Prussia, swimming is part of the

soldier, and it is the necessity of |
education of every | ful man for a pupil, was scen in California many

making them all swim in the shortest space of time

that has given rise to this careful system. 2
Next to swimming, the most popular of Mopstaty

branches of physical education has always been his

- method of teaching boxing.

Her, pee Arete ery uo mak
bap aire very tongs in the er relgome or Toh Wk
Peo a every corner Be te ee te
isthat there are too many corner loafers in every
ate See raat’ to fight in self-defense,

there is hardly a man who has not, at some time,

~ been liable to a fight in defense of a lady, or else to
submit to see her insulted,

and be considered a des-
picable coward for not daring to protect her from

wrong. :

 Anordinary-sized, peaceab! man, in such a case,
it ‘he undertakes to resent te insult of a loafer is
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ant to come off the worst. ‘The same man, well
taught, could take the fight out of the uvevage loat-
er in two or three blows, and go about his business,
It is a mistaken notion to suppose that boxing leads
to bad habits and bullying ways. So much the
contrary is it the case now, that in an assembly
gathered to see a sparring match, it is quite safe to
pick out the quietest and most civil men in the
crowd as the professional boxers, while of two men
of equal strength the most intelligent is pretty sure
to make the best sparrer, unless he be constitution-
lazy or timid. }
‘he pictures in certain comic pa
rt to represent boxers as men
ull-dogs are, as a rule, entirely untrue.

rs which pur
th the faces of

| there are here and there such faces, they are never

. those of boxers of the first class.

The faces of Tom

| Sayers, Heenan, Dwyer, Ryan, Goss, Billy Edwards,

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Arthur Chambers, and others, who may be called
real first-class boxers, are those of handsome men,
who would never be taken for boxers in ordinary
Dooney Harris, for instance, once the
champion middle-weight, has very much the look of
a sharp lawyer; and old William Clark, whose

| “stopper” with the gloves has never been beaten
know how to make the motions as well as any one — i

et, might be sworn to anywhere as a Methodist

ishop with a large salary.

And among all these men, Colonel Monste:
his close-buttoned frock, with his glasses, an
long-pointed mustache and chin beard, has the air
of a foreign officer of engineers, who might be good,

erhaps, at fortification, but whose abilities in a fist
Rent would not be worth ee : a

And yet, this same man, with his courtly bow, his

ve politeness, and his sweet smile, is known
among the old sports as one of the most dangerous
men to tackle in the profession.

As one famous boxer once observed, in the writer’s
one with a broad English, accent on his

NUE,

“He's as deep as the sea, my son. Don’t you go
for to tackle the colonel. If 1 knowed as much as
he does, I’d beat ’em all. Oh, what a pity he took
to pokin’ with those swords and things, instead of
usin’ bis fists in the ring. There ain't a man could
touch him, old.as he is; and he hits—Lord bless
you, man, it’s like the kick of a horse, and when
you go for his head, it ain’t there. But he won’t put
on the gloves for no man in public, or you’d see
lively times.””

These remarks are literally true. The colonel is
the only fencing-master alive, so far as we know,
who teaches sparring also, and he is also the most
entirely successful, to judge from the way his pupils
have beaten those of every other boxing-master at
amateur trials. - :

He has never taught a eee and never wi 1;
but he has, when a quarrel has been forced on him,

>in

beaten more than one prize-fighter at his own

ame.
The result of his teaching, when he had a power-

years ago. There was a young drug-clerk there,
called Bennett, who was very fond of athletics. He
used to turn a fabulous number of handsprings,
could swing the Indian clubs over his head a thou-
sand times, and all that sort of thing, and he
was a member of the Pioneer Club. He used to
watch Monstery giving his boxing lessons; but was

| too vain to learn himself and pay for his lessons.

  

However, if a man has the opportunity to watch a
teacher day after day, he can steal his knowledge as
well as if he were taught; and Bennett, after a long
time, mastered Monstery’s System without’ any pay.
Soon after, Jim Mace came along with a great cee
cus, giving exhibitions of sparring, and, according
to his custom, offering to put on the gloves with any
ambitious person of the town.

_ Bennett accepted the invitation, put on the
and actually got the best of the renown
Mace, who was looked upon as the
tne world .

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The match was fully reported in the San Francisco
pes 7 the time it occurred, and is still spoken of

the city.

The most pleasant part of Monstery’s system of
boxing is that you do not have to be knocked down
in learning it. The master does not even put on the
gloves at first; but teaches his pupil by word of
command, and causes him to strike at a stuffed
dummy on the wall till he has learned how to hit.

The great secret of the whole system is in the “ey
the pupils are taught to strike at this dummy wit
all their force, without hurting their own knuckles,
and aman who uses this system of hitting is sure.to
beat another who does not, unless there is a mar-
velous disparity in size. :

Dwyer and Sullivan, who are known as the two
hardest hitters in America, use this ny style.
Dwyer learned it by watching Monstery, who was
quite a friend of his; but Sullivan pee it up else-
where, or thought it out for himself.

The whole system of “‘ evasions” or ducking of the
boad to avoid a blow, was also first taught by Mon-
gtery, and now is used by all who aspire to be called

huished boxers,
Monstery reasoned it out thus: “If I pa a
- Plow with one arm, I can only hit with the other,
and my opponent has the same chance as I have.
.But if Ican move my head quicker than his fist, I
escape his blow and can Five back two, while he has
oe one hand to use in the parry.

e found by experience that no blow could reach
the head as quick as the head could be moved out
of the way, and often, in his early days, he used to
bet that a prize-fighter could not hit his head,
though he sat in a chair and would not raise his
hands to parry. F

At first he limited the trial to one blow, but he
soon got so expert that he would let an old prize-
fighter strike right and left at his head, and win
the bet every time.

But it is of course as a swordsman that he has
made his greatest success, and he has trained
several great actors to fence.

Edwin Booth’s fencing scene in Hamlet, which has
been so much admired, owes its grace to the teach-

; oe Monstery in the old ‘California days; for
mn was a very docile pupil.

His brother, Junius Brutus Booth, is also a pupil of
Monstery, and a better fencer than Edwin, though
he has not made the same hit asan actor. Hefenced
# match at Virginia City, in Nevada, with a great
eg fencer, in which he took the champion-

arley Thorne and McKee Rankin were also
pupils o! a, in those times, and became very
expert in the knife play, while John Pope, now a
manager in St. Louis, made a hit in the duel scene of
7 orsican Brothers through Monstery’s instruc-
ions. é :
Monstery has done some very wonderful oe
with the saber in the way of training men for duels
at short notice. This is a thing he bas seldom done,
and never save on a
ll the adversary.
It sometimes happens, especially among the
Italians and Frenchmen, who believe in dueling,
that an old swordsman gets into a quarrel with one
less skillful, and that the opinion of society compels
the erpnors to fight the other. :
In Europe this is common, but it has also happened
in New York, and the Canzi-Fardella duel, of some
ago, is a striking instance of this. :
We mention this duel, because, strange to say, it
; ted infullin the New York Sun, a day or
- two_after it occurred, and the part played therein
by Colonel Monstery still remains unknown,
_ _ The affair grew out of the International Society’s
de of Communists and Red Republicans in New
City, which created great excitement at the
among the French ani Italian residents of New

z e, who live under a
We, w! eo A

time

governmefit and have
have.no idea of the feelings

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Gen
_ Canzi, and had gray hair.

of what are called the “Hed Hepublicans” of
Europe, and of the state of bitter exasperation in
which they are kept by the hopeless slavery in
which they are held in their own country. In Europe,
a working man or shopkeeper has no rights that a
member of the nobility 1s bound to respect in society,
and it is the monstrous injustice of the whole system
that leads to all the extravagance and violence of
the Communists when the people do break out at

last. :

The violent “ Reds ” of France, Italy and Germany,
when they come to New York, are very apt to stick —
together and keep up their old traditions if they
can, and it was these men that organized the fa-
mous Intérnational Society, which still exists, and
pledges extreme republicans of all countries to help
the common cause. °

On the day of the International parade, with
red flags and other emblems, in New York, most
Italians were out, and among them a certain Signor
Canzi, a grocer, who was a violent “‘ Red.”

Another Italian, a General Fardella, who belon:
to the noble classes, kept aloof and watched the —
roe from a club window, where he was recog-
nized,

Next day Fardella and Canzi met, and the hot-
headed Canzi made some remarks about Italians
who were not worthy to be Italians, which led to a
dispute between him and the general, and finally to —
a challenge to fight, the very next morning, with
sabers, at a place near Williamsburg. iets

Canzi was full of fury, but he had not reckoned on
its ending in a sword duel; and he learned to his
dismay that the general was an old swordsman,
ee 2e himself never used anything but a
musket. ; oes

Moreover, as a soldier, he had received wounds, in
1859, which made his leg og :

hat was tobe done? He could not back out,
and he had. made up his mind to get killed, when
one of his friends bethought him of the ,famous
fencing-master.. They might hunt up Monstery and
get him to give poor Canzi a lesson, so that he
might have some chance. ;

It was soon after our hero’s arrival in New York,
before he had begun teaching regularly, and he was —
sick and out of spirits at the bad luck that had dog-

ed him from California. It was only his habit of

iving among men of the Latin races that had made
him known to the Italians at all. :

They found him, however, and put the question at
once: *

‘© Would he train a gentlemen for a saber duel that
was to take place next day at sunrise?” =~ cae

It was then after dark.

Monstery hesitated. ;

‘* Has he ever fenced?” : im 5

“Not that we know of, and his opponent ie an old _
swordsman.” Epp Geisha AT :

“Very well,” said the colonel, calmly. “Ill do
the best I can; but it’s pretty short notice. Where’s —
your man?” ; %

“We will fetch him.” t
_ And away went the Italians,

CHAPTER XIi. : ;
i DUELING STORIES. og

A uiTTLE while afterward, the Italians came in

' with their principal, a swarthy little mau with

flerce black eyes, but with an anxious look on his |
ace. % eae
This was Canzi. ‘ é aes
Monstery se him as to the quarrel and
his own condition, before he would promise to hely
him; and only then on the understanding that
should not use his knowledge to kill Fardella, but
to defend himself and wound the other. ose
Then they went to work, and, for a while, Mon-
stery was in despair. Uis man was stiff and clumsy
he could not even make a prope
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Ylowever, Monstery worked away at his strangely
niet pupil, ‘aud at last resolved to confine his efforts.
to teaching him a single trick.

He practiced away at this for hours, making
Canzi hold his guard high, and telling him ‘o cut in
on his adversary the moment he dropped his guard.

He did this because he had heard that General
Fardelia was an old Italian cavalry officer, and
judged what his style would be from what he had
seen of Italian fencing.
ie last he got Canzi pretty perfect, and dismissed

im. :
The Italian asked him his charge.
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comes an old Californian friend, who had just found
kim out, and cries:

“Oh, look here, have you seen the paper? Two
fralians fought a duel over the river, and it’s all in
the Sun, ere it is, The names are—let me see—
Canzi and—and—oh, — General Fardella.”’

In great excitement Monstery cried:

“Which beat? Quick, never mind reading the de-

tails, Which beat?”

“Beat? Why, Canzi.””

The master-at-arms eould hardly ask his next

remit eee ees

 

rd Princé.

dispute with a friend ina party of young men, and
that they had agreed to tight the matter out with
| their fists at the colonel’s Hall of Arms if he would
promise they should be undisiurbed.

Monstery hesitated and questioned him closely
and finally consented if they would promise to make
it a fair and stand-up fight with the fists alone, ne
piting, kicking or mutilating aliowed. He knew that
in such a case a black eye or two was tke worst re-
sult that could follow.

The gent'eman consented to these terms and added
that he should like to take a few Tessons himself, as
he had never had a fight, while his antagonist was
always boxing with his friends, and the duel wa

duel, nay, me according to what you think your life | to t k place in one week from the day on which he

. called, 7

, Canzi departed, and Monstery heard no more of This was very short notice, for the full boxi

bim for a day or two. | course occupies twenty-four lessons and the firs
Then, as he was sitting in a cafe, smoking, up | twelve are altogether taken up in learning the

school motions where everything is knows in ad-
yance and you have only to parry a blow that you
know will be given in a certain direction. j

The difference between the schoui 2ud “ free spar-
ring,’’ is that in one you run no danger, in the oiher
you have to find out what your adversary is going
to do in an instant on penalty of catching a “hot
one. :

To train a greenhorn in a week to fight one used
to sparring was a difficult task, but Monstery set to
work at it, and laid his best pains on teaching his

question for excitement. : pupil how to hit.
3 aA ae cut? Tell me only what cut? How did he ae ‘e knew = could aoe make one i «Bee Sig ak
a it?” : eek, but ss ti
3 “Cut him down when he lowered his guard-laid hikter.. Dr areas ee eres

open his arm to the shoulder,” said his friend look-
: Se ett
ged him up to the bar, saying
Bi im wu e bar, saying: t

“The Sa cut I taught him. _ The old chief’s not
dead yet. Come and take a drink.”

It vas true, and the Sun's graphic account cf the
duel showed it plainly, The clumsy_ greenhorn
Monstery had trained in four hours, had beaten an
old swordsman at his chosen weapon, by using the

_ very cut Monstery had taught him,

From that moment the colonel began to take
heart and the fame that spread among the Italians
and Spaniards in consequence of the Canzi, Fardella

duel contributed a great deal to getting him plenty

as been shown, but in these instances he has al-
ways refused.
_.“Tkeep my secrets,” he says, “for the use of the
weak against the strong, not to enable men to injure
each other.” z
Twice since his career opened in New York city,
however, he has bcen concerned in very singular
duels, in which tl
in wLich we are inclined to believe that the duel
did more good than harm, as it ended bad blood
end made friends of those who had been Litter ene-
mies),
_.. These were not duels with swords or pistols,
‘knives or even sticks; they were fought with na-
_ ture’s weapons alone and one of them in even a
miller ae namely, with boxing gloves.
tis well known tfat yourg men will quarrel and

hate each other, more éspecially if there are ladies
in the case, 5

Even devout church members do this, and not be-

  

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

    
 
      

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till more surprised when Monstery drag-

1e results satisfied all parties, and -

‘So he hurried over the early lessons of parries

and counter parries, without making his man do
everything exactly right, as long as he got through
and had the theory correct, but he began free -
ring with him as soon as possible, let the Past bit
him pretty often to encow'age him and keep bim
from the fear of being hit, which makss a beginn or
so nervous, and finally got him so confident that he
would fight up to bisteacher like a goodone.
_ To be sure, if Monstery had given him one or two
of his lightning raps, as he could have done time and
time again, it would have taken the fizht out of him
very quick, but a boxing-master has to stand a great
deal of hammering to encourage a timil pupil. —

At last came the appointed day, and_at about two

  

; Ok poe in the afternoon, when the fene ng hall was Cesert-
5 More than once since that time he has been ap- | ed, half a dozen quiet, respectabie young gentlemen
pued to to train men for other duels, where malice | galled. f

_The colonel locked the onter doors, put up his
sign ‘‘ Gone out—back in an hour,” and ushered the
quict gentlemen into the bare hal, where the cur-
tains were drawn and nothing was to be seen but
the long rows of foils, broadswords, masks, bone.

¢ an and plastrous, hung up on the walis, with —
enches underneath. ES am
The une young gentlemen were very inuch im-
pressed by the sclemnity of the whole traus.ctioa,
and the colonel spoke to them in his fatherly man-
ner. He told them it was much better to make up
their quarrel if it was possible.
They all shook their heads. : =

“Oh, no; it was not possible. They had all sol- |

emnly agreed to the fight.” : ae

Then he told them that he could not allow any se-

rious injury to be done to any one in his place, and
that he should limit the time of the affair to half an
hour in justice to his pupil, who was quite a novice.
At the end of the half hour it must stop, and it must

 

“ing able to fight their quarrel out, go on hating eaclr | be conducted as a fair stand up fight.
er bitterly in a quiet way for years, watching | They all ed to this, and e two young princi- —
fear pee cety. to harm their neighbor and keep | pals stripped in perfect silence. :
inside | e law, Monstery’s man was a brunette, the other a
sly 2 screed has always been thatinacase  plonde, and he admits that his heart went out to the
a eres nee ena Sa See rat ca
z n U Lo? 0 4 : . ‘o.one ea word, eve! dy was as grave
SEE CEE, pies dk Teen COLE
eter . Bae hs = er ocking-feet, so that n r t be
upona time he was L by a Fe ; . we
who told him after some stunauerit that he hud afer

tempted to kick the : Lee =
The blonde was evidently an old hand at spgrring,

     

  

 

 

 

 
   
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raceful aad a in his parries and returns, but he

it in the old-fashioned way, with only the strength
vi the arm in his blow.

Monstery’s pupil was véry cautious, but he re-
anembered his lessons well, and hit like an old boxer,
, At the end of half an hour the blonde had several
luge lumps on his face and both eyes swelled up,
while Monstery’s pupil, though he had received sev-
eral blows, had not been damaged to any extent.
He had beaten his opponent fairly, and the colonel,
true to ‘his word, stopped the fight and made the
men shake hands.

it afterward transpired that they became very
close friends, each eersne the other for his pluck,
and it is certain that if ull duels were as quietly con-
ducted as this one, and with the same results, there
would not be any harm in them.

On another occasion two young men got to boast-
ing of their physica prowess, and agreed to settle
the dispute with the boxing gloves at the colonel’s
rooms, which they did in two weeks from the time
of challenge.

One of them came to Monstery, the other went to
another master, who taught nothing but boxing.

When the match came off Monstery’s man beat
the other by his superior hitting, and both shook
hands and remained the best of friends ever after.

To sum up the opinions of our hero on the subject
of dueling, while he strongly pares of it ima
civilized State, he yet holds that there may be times
when a duel is necessary as redress for an injury for
which the law does not give any redress, while the
oat society calls a man a coward if he sufffers
it tamely. ' ,

In such a case it is the object of the “code of
honor,” so called, to provide for a contest that will
not endanger life, except in aggravated cases, and

until society provides a remedy for these injuries,
dueling will always exist in some form or other, no
matter bow many laws are passed against it. ‘

Although engeae as principal or second in nu-
merous affairs, he paigts tries to arrange them
without a meeting, and has prevented more than
fifty at different times of his life,

Of all the duels into which he has been forced in

_ the course of his life, not one has been fought in the
United States. :
In Spanish Amorica a man has to be ready to de-
fend himself at all times, and an American has to
_Jook as sharp for his life against knife and sword as
' aminer in the fighting West has to watch for the
pisos of the desperadoes that infest the mining
wus. :

Monstery can truly say that he has never fought a
battleinto which he was not forced by others, and
has never got the worst of one in a contest, man to
man, against fair play.

CHAPTER XIV,
CONCLUSION.
_ We have in the above pages tried to give the
reader an idea of the only American swordmaster
_ who has attained a wide reputation; but it must not
be imagined that Monstery is only a swordmaster.
On the contrary he is a man of great powers of
mind, with a peculiarly wide education, picked up
‘in the world at large. He talks, English, Danis
German, Spanish equally well, can make himse
well understood in Italian and learns foreign lan-
guages very ee \ :
Before he lost his eyesight so completely as to re-
quire cataract L
hand imaginable, hardly to be distinguished from a
fine steel engraving, and his arithmetical powers are
remarkable,
n mental arithmetic he is as rapid and precise as
the oldest accountant and can carry complicated

es in his head for weeks without putting down

a . eT
; ee overseer of a plantation in Spanish America
with hundreds of lazy tropi laborers, he was
noted for being able to get more work out of the

Meee Bnd fa Poke ee

lasses he wrote the most beautiful |

| peone than any white man who had tried it, though —
| ‘he seldom used harsh measures,

In the midst of men armed with knives and in the
habit of using them on the least provocation it has
often been remarked that he went about unarined
and never hesitated to chastise insolence whenever
it was attempted by a “ Yankee-hater.”

In Mexico on one occasion, he had hired a servant
called Pedrillo, who, though Monstery did net know
it, was an ex-convict, who had committed several
murders and was known as a desperate character.

One day Pedrillo had neglected to feed the colo-
nel’s horse, and an injury to his horse always touch
ed our gon Hs than one to himself. He called up
Pedrillo and scolded him severely when the other
answered him with such insolence that Monster,
saw he was only trying how far he dared go. He
strode up to him and asked sternly:

‘“*How dare you answer me like
know you are in the wrong?” s

Pedrillo answered with a Spanish oath and in a
eee Monstery dealt him a blow on the ear, cry-
ng:

8 Be civil, sir. How dare you revile me?”

Pedrillo’s face instantly becanie like that of a de-
oe and be thrust his hand in his breast for a knife,

ssing’:

* Accursed Yankee, you doa’t know who I am,
but I'll teach you.” mi ,

Monstery was unarmed; but before the knife
could be drawn he had clutched Pedrillo’s wrist with _
his left hand, and up came one of his terrible right- —
handers catching the man on the cheek.

Pedrillo dere like a log, and the colonel threw
the knife out of the window. _ ;

For more than a minute the Mexican Jay there,
then slowly scrambled to his feet and left the room,
humble enough. ;

An hour later he was gone, having fled the house
without saying a word to any one, and Monstery
went out to take a ride, rather regretting the occur-
rence, for Pedrillo was a good enough man when he
did not drink and he knew that it must have been
liquor that made him so insolent.

As he was coming back toward the city whom
should he see hiding in a ditch but Pedrillo.

He called to him to come out and the man came ~
tortn, ashy-pale and trembling to him, when he
moaned: :

“Oh, colonel,

Monstery lau;

“T don’t want to hit you, if you'll behave yourself.
What made you run away?” ae s

“Please, senor, I was afraid you might hit me
again. Oh, do anything you like. Take a stick and
beat me, but don’t hit me again with your fist.” ;

Monstery promised he would not, and Pedrillo —
came back, and from that day was a eget slave: —
idolizing his master, and ready to die for him. ©

Our hero has often ue that the Spanish
Americans who will not flinch from a drawn knife,
sharp as a razor, bad a superstitious terror of his
fist, and he never had any trouble to control the
most desperate characters when once they had seer
or heard of his powers as a boxer.

He had, however, to keep a a
at all times for treachery, for the

that when you

poe don’t hit me again,”
hed.

sharp look-out
feeling against

ica the nearer you come to the Texas line, and if a
Mexican can gét a chance at an unarmed Yankee
alone he will show him no bene :
On one occasion poe ad a very narrow
escape from being robbed and murdered by one of
these men, and the incident will serve to show his
wonderful readiness in a sudden em ney.

 

He was sitting in his room alone and ‘inatmed
when a Mexican entered with a cocked tol
to rob him, and kill him if he offered r

Most men-would have admitted that the cthor
“had the drop on him,” but not so with Monstery.
He started up, pretending terror, and cried:

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Americans becomes more intense ia Spanish Amer-
The Sword Prince.

"Pon’t shoot, don’t shoot. Ive fot ei ot
ploney and l’m willing to buy my life. fee, here

yj

His pockets were full of silver dollars end broad
gold onzas or ounces and he fished up a handful as

the man advanced.

“ Give them to me then,” growled his foe, lower-
ing his pistol. i

“Pate them,” shouted or savagely, and
as he spoke he cast a gold onza w th all his orce,
edgewise at the man’s breast,

It was an old trick of his to bury a fold onza ina
plank so deep that it could not be pulled out with
the fingers, and his blow inflicted such pain on the
villain that he dropped his pistol and screamed

out.

In the same moment Monstery had him by the
throat, shook him till bis teeth rattled, and ended
by banding him over to justice.

It has always been part of his creed that a cour-
ageous man with presence of mind to keep his wits
in danger and well trained as to his body, need
never despair in a sudden emergency, while in the

ae of hopeless odds only a fool will fight unavail-

nity.

With all his desperate daring he is always a very
cautious man, and never allows himself to be drawn
into a fight against hopeless odds.

In his private relations with friends he is one of
_ the gentlest and kindest of men, with a heart that
never yet refused charity Over and over again we
have Kuown him to lend a hand to an old foe, down
in the world, even to men who have cheated him
and done him all sorts of injuries. In fact, he seems
utterly incapable of bearing malice against any one.

One faculty he possesses in a remarkable degree
to which we have not adverted. __

Colonel Monstery is a natural animal tamer of sur-
prising powers, though he has only practiced it for
‘amusement,

He used in his cavalry days to be fond of buying
the most vicious of horses, that no one dared mount,
and would bring them to such docility that they

 

a

would follow him like dogs, and play al? sows @&
tricks at the least motion of his hena or toct. si

One herse that he called ‘‘ Petite” he talks of even
now with fond regret, for it pee to be a regular
friend to him, thovgh he bought it for a song sfter
it had killed several men.

He taught Petite to dance to the music of the
military band and do all sorts of feats, and cured
him of biting and kicking with his forefeet.

One day, however, Petite broke out when the col-
onel was out of sig nt. aed ,
He ran at a poor little black boy who was employ-
ed as a groom, and before the colonel could get there
in answer to the child’s ery, had cauglt him by the

shoulder and half killed him. }
The moment Menstery ajpeared Petite dropped
his prey, and ran to bis stall where he stood watch-

Ricastony cried over the bcy, for he "vas very fond
of him, took him to the house and found that no.
bones were broken. Then he bound up the child’s
wounds and took him back, laid him down on thé
threshold, went in, tied Petite fast, the horse offering
no resistance, and then he set to and gave hii the
only thrashing Petite had ever had till the beast
stood cowering and trembling in his stall.

As soon as he saw that Petite was thoronga lg
cowed, he led the horse out to the boy, mace him
pre down his nose to touch little Pedro, and gave

im another Boerne.

Petite never touched Pedro again, and beceme as
que as’a lamb ever afterward, till he was shot un-

er our hero in the skirmish after Melo’s death.

We might go on page after page with stories of
our hero’s life and his many singular adventures,
but space warns us that we have said enough. it

Hoping our readers will not deem our efforts amis:
we therefore take our leave of a man who, with al.
his virtues and faults was born a few hundred veer
too late, a genuine son of chivalry stepped down ino
the middle of the nineteenth century. Long may he
live to “ witch the world with noble swordsmanship.

 
 

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Extracts from the New vi Evening Sun.

TWO REMARKABLE

{n only one sense of the word can it be regarded as a
novel statement when the fact is here recorded that litera-
ture has given many heroes to the world, and perhaps
more than one reader will have to think a moment over
this remark before the subtle delicacy of Its genial wit
strikes home,

But it is most essentially a half dime novel statement
that will be news to many when it is added that litera-
ture, if traced from the dimly distant days when Adam

- Was a mere child down to the present day, would show
Out few heroes that in the eyes of boyhood would be
even judged worthy of comparison with the two greatest
heroes known to American literature, or, to promptly re-
veal them, Deadwood Dick and Deadwood Dick, Jr.

* * The modern heroes of fiction for young America,
no are now as countless as the sands of the sea, and of
whom the Deadwood Dicks are much the most important

* * it is but natural that their * * * should bear

away the paim of popularity, and suchas * * be left
i beh ind in the r:

It can be easily felieved, therefore, that the two Dicks
me so firmly engrafted on the tree of popular literature

boys and young men, that their position is assured.

“and that they stand to-day head and Shoulders

 

HEROES.

above all rivals in the eyes of the public for which they
have lived, and for which one of them has died.

American boyhood, and that is a tremendous factor in
the land, now knows Deadwood Dick, Jr., a good beal bet
ter than It knows its catechism, and millions of young
minds absorb the thrilling incidents of his career in his
everlasting warfare against crime and his never-ending
solving of Impenetrable mysteries.

Millions of boys follow his stealthy footsteps ashe tracks

his vicious victims to their undoing, and then, when ®the
victims are thoroughly undone, the millions wait hungrily
for the next volume, which on every Wednesday appears
with the certainty of the Wednesday itself, and a new set
oy eve thrills go thrilling away from Maine to Call
ornia,

There are the volumes each so crowded ea thrills and
heart-tugs that it were madness to ho do justice to
them collectively and rank sR tordiscriminate be-
tween them,

To abandon the idea of giving ‘a few extracts causes in-
finite pain, but if once a start were made in that diree
tion, it would be cruel to The Evening Sun's readers to
stop, and it.is therefore better not to relate one single
adventure, Suffice it to say that the stories are clean and —
well vee ie ;

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DEADWOOD DICK

The Double Daggers;'or, Deadwood Dick’s Defiance
The Buffalo Demon; or. The Border Vultures
4 Buffalo Ben, Prince of the Pistol
6 Wild Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval
Death-Face, the Detective
The Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood Dick’s Bonanza
8 Old Avalanche, the Great Annihilator; or, Wild
Edna, the Girl Brigand
9 Bob Woolf, the Border Ruffian.
# Omaha Oli, the Masked Terror; or, Deadwood Dick
in Danger
he Bludsoe, Jr., the Boy Phenix; or, Through to

ath
we Deatood Dick’s Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood

18 feacnans Bill; or, The Red Rifle Team
id Gold Rifle, the ‘Sharpshooter
18 Deadwood Dick on Deck: or, Calamity Jane
16 Corduroy Charlie, the Boy Bravo
i” eee Rob; or, Nugget Ned, the Knight of the
u
18 Idyl, the Girl Miner; or, Rosebud Rob on Hand
ip Photograph oe or, Rosebud Rob’s Reappearance
8% Watch-Eye, the Shadow
Dead maps Dick’s Device; or, The Sign of the Double

Cro:
BR Barta Chet, the Counterfeiter Chief
% Deadwood Dick in Leadville; or, A Strange Stroke
for Liberty
% Deadwood Dick as Detective
% Gilt-Kdge Dick
% Bonanza Bill, the Man-Tracker; or, The Secret Twelve
. #8 Chip, the Girl Sport
8 Jack Hoyle’s peret or, The Road to Fortune
Boss Bob, the King of Bootblacks
Dead oa Dick’ is Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon's 's

Blonde or. Deadwood Dick’s Home Base
Solid Sain, tue Boy Road- Agent

; Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road

 

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33. Tony Fox, the Ferret: or, Boss ee 's Boss Job

34 A Game of Gold; or, Deadwood Dick’s Big Strike

85 Deadwood Dick of Deadwood; or, The Picked Party

36 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective

87 Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, The Scamps of the Sierras

88 Wild Frank, the Buekskin Bravo

39 Deadwood Dick's Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s Last
Adventure

40 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, The Rivals of the Road

41 Deadwood Dick’s Ward; or, The Black Hills Jezebel

42 The Arab Detective; or, ‘Snoozer, the Boy Sharp 4

43 The Ventriloquist Detective. A Romance of Rogues

44 Detective Josh Grim; or, The Young Gladiator's

ame

45 The Frontier Detective; or, Sierra Sam’s Scheme |

46 The Jimtown Sport; or, Gypsy Jack in Colorado

47 The Miner Sport; or, Sugar-Coated Sam's Bie

48 Dick Drew, the Miner’s Son; ‘ Ole Apollo Bil we
Road-. Agent # rad

49 Sierra Sam, the Detective

50 Ce Sam’s Double: or, The Three Female Detect

51 sierra § Sam’s Sentence; or, Little Luck at Rough
anch

52 The Girl Sport: or, Jumbo Joe’s Disguise *

53 Denver Doll’s Device: or, ‘The Detective Quesp

54 Denver Doll as: Detective

55 Denver Doll’s Partner; or, Big Ruckskin the Sport

56 Denver Doll’s Mine; or, Little Bill’s Big Loss

57 Deadwood Dick Trap) ed

58 Buck Hawk, Detectives or, The Messenger 7%
Fortune %

59 Deadwood Dick’s Disguise; or, Wild Walt, the Spo. —

60 Dumb Dick’s Pard: or. Eliza Jane, the Gold Miner |

61 Deadwood Dick’s Mission *

62 Spotter Fritz: or, The Store-Detective’s Deco:

63 eS De Road-Agent; or, The Miners of Sassa-

64 coat Sarlie’ 's Detect.ve Dash; or, The Cattle
ings

 

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