The Shreveport Weekly News

The Rage that Kills.--On Tuesday evening says a recent Parisian journal, as Mons. P--, an army contractor, was walking on the Boulevards, he perceived his son with a young woman, very plainly dressed but of modest and respectable appearance, hanging on his arm. He advanced towards the couple, and asked his son in an angry tone how he dared to keep company with a workman?

"Father," replied the young man, "I intend to marry mademoiselle, and if I have not hitherto spoken to you of my project, it is because---"

"Because, sir, you know well that I would never consent to such an act of folly."

"I do know this father, and therefore it is that I have waited for my majority. I am of age this day: I have obtained the consent of the young person's parents, and we are to be married very soon."

"And me, sir?", cried the father, choking with rage.

"I shall be under the necessity of addressing you a respectful summons." summation respectueuse--(a formality indispensable in France in case of a marriage by any person, however old, without consent of parents.)

"I will convert all my property into ready money, and you shall never have a penny."

"I prefer happiness to riches."

The father exasperated to the last degree, raised his cane to strike his son, but suddenly his hand dropped, and he staggered and fell into the crowd, which the noise of the discussion had collected. He was a corpulent man, of a sanguine temperament, and his anger had killed him!