The Coward: A Novel of Society and the Field in 1863Morford, Henry
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The Coward: A Novel of Society and the Field in 1863
Morford, Henry
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"To challenge Frank Vanderlyn--precisely what I thought," said the lawyer,
"and I consented to act because I thought that I might be better able than
some other person to prevent any serious result."
"To shoot _her brother_, merely because he is a fool?--Oh, no,
Townsend--you could not think _that_! Duelling is murder nearly always, and
folly always when it is not a crime; and if I should ever be driven into
another duel, be sure that it would not be with an inexperienced boy who
probably does not know half so much about a pistol as at pen-knife or a
tooth-pick."
"You are a true man, as well as a sensible one, and I honor you!" said the
relieved lawyer, grasping him by the hand, and his face at the same time
wearing a look, which, though unseen by the other, seemed actually to
express personal gratitude.
"I do not know about the 'true man,' though I have tried to be so,"
answered Rowan, as they neared the door of the ten-pin alley. "But I
suppose that perhaps I am the oddest mortal on the globe, and that may
answer the same purpose. And now you are dying to know why I wish to roll
ten-pin balls at this particular moment? Simply because I need some way of
working off this excitement that might lead me to commit a violent act if
it did not find that very harmless physical vent. I have tried the
experiment before, and I know what ten-pins are with a man of fiery
temperament. Here, boy, set 'em up!"
The alley was alone, except as to the sleepy boy; but the loud call of the
Illinoisan soon put the machinery of the place into operation and the
momentous games commenced. No matter how they progressed or how they ended
in regard to winning or losing: it is only with some of the conversation
which took place while the match was under way, that we have at present to
do.
"You are a lawyer and belong to Cincinnati, you said," observed Rowan, as
he paused a moment to wipe his brow after thundering down half a dozen of
the ponderous globes.
"Yes, I said so," answered Townsend; but he did not enlarge upon the
answer, as he was obviously expected to do; and one or two other questions,
having the same scope, being parried at every point beyond the mere name,
occupation and place of residence, the Illinoisan began to suspect that
there must be some motive for reticence, which he was at least bound to
respect while he held the catechumen impressed in his own service. With
reference to himself, a theme upon which the conversation seemed to turn
very easily, (many of the stout, bluff, frank, go-ahead Rowans whom one
meets in society have the same characteristic, fault or the reverse),--he
manifested no corresponding nervousness; and one moment strangely silent as
if under the influence of some thought which kept him too busy for speech,
the next he would rattle on almost as glibly as the polished balls rolled
down the pine floor.
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