Indeed he could hardly restrain himself when discussing it.
"I can think of nothing my young boy Oliver would or could do when he grows up," he exclaimed fiercely--his eyes flashing, "which would shut him out of his home and his dear mother's care.

The duel is a relic of barbarism and should be no longer tolerated; it is mob law, really, and indefensible, with two persons defying the statutes instead of a thousand.

But Rutter is the last man in the world to take the stand he has, and I sincerely regret his action.

There are many bitter days ahead of him." Nor were the present conditions, aspirations, and future welfare of the two combatants, and of the lovely girl over whom they had quarrelled, neglected by the gossipers.

No day passed without an extended discussion of their affairs.