Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-08-20
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Of they went and in due time came
back. having fully succeeded in their
object, at least so far as filling the
neighborhood with news Of our pro-
posed expedition was concerned. They
had also loaded themselves down with
sardnes, bologna sausage, smoked beef,
canned soup, bareback and all other
such miscellany as amateur pioneers are
supposed to want. We could have Jared
sumptuously In the wilderness for a
month on the supplies laid in for a
single twentY-four hours. To be sure.
most of the things would be as good
next year as they were now, and this
was probably not their first year either.
THE army's stores are ample" said
Henry at last after we had all been talk
ing and laughing together for awhile,
"but how about the armory and drill?
Which of the warriors here present can
perforate green turtle soup can at 20
paceS?"
The challenge was received with ac-
CARNATIONS. We all went out on the
grass plot at the side Of the house to-
ward the knoll. and Henry drove two
forked stakes into the ground at the
u
laid the soup can in their crotch In such
way that It's circular end was pre-
sented toward US at height Of 5 feet
above the ground, then measured of
90 PAGES, and we all took our places,
Sinfre standing by to adjudge
and award the prize an oriental
dagger, with a jeweled hilt, which
Henry had brought from Damascus.
Then John shot first und nicked one OF
the stakes just below the crotch. 1t
was good liner, but a miss all the
same. Henry came next and his bullet
grazed the top of the can, cutting a
swath in the paper label pasted upon 1t
and scratching the surface Of the tin.
The dagger was his unless l could ''get
into the SOUP" as he expressed 1t. l
aimed carefully, but I must have been
in bad form. My shot few wide by
several inches. We had all used 81
caliber revolvers OF the best make.
"Well, Harry, you're the lucky man" "
said John. And il my honest brother
were capable OF q double meaning l
should have looked for it in that
speech.
But Slnfre said: II am the Judge.
say none OF you can have the prize,
for none OF you have hit the mark. l
could shoot better than that myself"
'If 1t were a human heart, | could
believe you, but soup can-no" said
Henry, glanclng at her. with laugh.
She met his look, and a retort seemed
on her lips, but she closed them and
drew from the pocket OF her dress her
little derringer. Extending her arm and
scarcely seeming to take aim, she pulled
the trigger. The small weapon went on
with a loud bang. the soup can vibrated
as with a mortal blow, and, behold!
there was a round hole in the center OF
the tin disk, out Of which welled the
essence of the green turtle. The dagger
was Sin6re's.
But she waywardly refused TO take 1t.
IL was not in the match" she said.
"But you drew first soup, argued
Henry.
81 don't care for daggers. prefer
derringers," she returned.
$50 | suppose. But have you no re-
gard for your friends?"
"Well, pll compromise with you,
she said at last. 81 will accept TIE
dagger as legacy. You may bequeath
il TO me in your will.
so be II. Only that codicil must
contain q stipulation that thu oeques'
shall not be carried out in case the tes'
tator dies OF derringer.
.If the bullet passes through bis
heart, I agree" said Slnnre. Bui
whether she meant that his heart was
too small to be penetrated or too hard,
or what else she meant or did not mean,
is probably NOT Of much consequence.
We returned TO the house In q hilariou!
mood, and that evening my supposed
rheumatism declared itself as an acute
case of govt.