The morning call., 1894-02-04

Iour voices, not sorry to inform against
,he detested Baronet, who stood there
all apologetic
SQUIRE Rashleigh. already nearly wild
win Or Aigern0n for having missed so
| many pneasantS and ruined the bag. could
control himself no longer. and his temper,
| wnen IL dld break loose, was an ungov-
man.
Devil take you. Arnall, you clumsy
| idlot! ne roared G0r he scarcely knew
what be was saying) "You 90 and miss
200 pheasants, all of them babyish shots,
| and then you wind up by shooting the best
dog IN my Kennels! You'd better go home,
! SIT, and take your Internal gun with you,
Tor never cartridge shall you let off In
nv coverts again."
| The BarOnet turned white with pa ssiop
and clinched bis fist as ii he would strike
the Squire. But he checked himself Thus
| far. and contented himself with merely
turning on his heel and retorting in loud
voice:
you're right. | shall leave for London
| by the next train. and bless me IL T aver
come near this Internal hole again.
There was an evil, vicious look on his
face as he said this. which showed that he
would never forgive the Squire's insulting
words.
That evening. after dinner Reginald
took the opportunity of a short tete-a-tete
with his cousin IN corner of the drawing
room. while some lady guast was dis
coursing brilliant music on the piano. To
say:
II expect you're not much grieved by Sir
! Algernon's abrupt departure. are you.
/ Nnrrie?"
mot l." answered the girl, smiling radi-
antIy;' II am absolutely rejoiced about it,
How luckily il happened. too. his enraging
pana like that! 1t couldn't have happened
better if it had been planned"
.'It was planned" said Reginald, dra-
maticailv.
What do you mean. Reggie ?" calculated
the girl in great wonder.
Simply this: Your poor cousin is not
quite such fool as he looks, and he laid a
! deliberate scheme to drive away that cad
Of baronet from The house. Shall tell
! yon how :"
yes. yesv' she cried. her bright ewes
dilating with excitement $50 on. Let
| me hear"
| II know how riled Uncle Rashleigh al
ways gets when his guests shoot badly; so
| with the aid of old Jenkins and Sir Alger-
mons man (who doesn't love his master)
| procured a specimen cartridge from the
bar0nefs store, took it up to the London
makers and got them to load with dust
| shot 200 eases marked No. CHATS the
| size generally used for pheasants). These
L brought back with me, and by the Wallets
| help substituted them for the proper ones
at the top of Sir Agernon's box. The
valet is sharp fellow. and lie took out
| few loaded with the proper shot to lull
! suspicion. in case it were aroused. But
nearly every time the baronet let off his
| gun he was diScharging dust shot. which
at thirty yards has about as much effect on
a cock pheasant as so much stuff He did
get mad when he found he couldn't hit
'em, didn't he just''
| And Reggie chuckled merrily.
How Splendid" gasped Nora. her eyes
| sparkling and her face flushing. "and how
| clever of you. But-but If hi. shot
wouldn't kill the pheasants how did IL kill
| Dash 2"
"Ahl Norrie. That little episode was
| the chef-d' 'puvre of old Jenkins. He mis-
| took Dash and sang ont Hare forwardv
| then saw his error too late to stop me
| shooting. But As Sir Algernon fred at the
same time, and from nearer. and claimed
the hare, as he supposed it, for his gun,
Jenkins twigged how we'll it suited our
little game and tipped me wink to let Sir
Algv keep the credit. which l promptly
did"
What is this interesting discussion vou
are having with your cousin. Reginald p"
his aunt's voice broke in at this roint from
! the other side of the room. You both
seem quite excited"
so we are" interposed Nora, simply
Reggie has actually been trying to per
suade me that there's more music in
Daisy and those other horrid musie-hall
tunes than that beautiful thing of Schu-
berts which Mrs. Desart has Just PLAYED.
| can't think how he can haze such taste.
can ?"-London Truth.