Tattle? I don't believe it!-
Immortal renown and all that!- prodigies of valor! Never heard!!- why,
bless me, he's the man-"
"Mann?- Captain Mann!" here screamed some little feminine interloper
from the farthest corner of the room. "Are you talking about Captain
Mann and the duel?- oh, I must hear- do tell- go on, Mrs. O'Trump!- do
now go on!" And go on Mrs. O'Trump did- all about a certain Captain
Mann, who was either shot or hung, or should have been both shot and
hung. Yes! Mrs. O'Trump, she went on, and I- I went off. There was
no chance of hearing any thing farther that evening in regard to
Brevet Brigadier General John A. B. C. Smith.
Still I consoled myself with the reflection that the tide of
ill-luck would not run against me forever, and so determined to make a
bold push for information at the rout of that bewitching little angel,
the graceful Mrs. Pirouette.
"Smith!" said Mrs. P., as we twirled about together in a pas de
zephyr, "Smith?- why, not General John A. B. C.? Dreadful business
that of the Bugaboos, wasn't it?- dreadful creatures, those
Indians!- do turn out your toes! I really am ashamed of you- man of
great courage, poor fellow!- but this is a wonderful age for
invention- O dear me, I'm out of breath- quite a desperado-
prodigies of valor- never heard!!- can't believe it- I shall have to
sit down and enlighten you- Smith! why, he's the man-"
"Man-Fred, I tell you!" here bawled out Miss Bas-Bleu, as I led Mrs.
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