The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-11-30
He Used Monogram shnt.

They had tramped long through fields
and woodlands, beating every bush and
throwing stones into every thicket. saws
the New York Tribune. The less ener-
getic of them had also insisted on the dogs
doing their full share of the work. and
had often exclaimed, "Sic 'em, Tigel go
in, Fanny and such things. Four of the
ardent sportsmen, who constituted a ma
jority of the party, had just emerged from
a piece of dense timber land when a whizZ
and burr We're heard, and pair of big
pheasants took wing from under their
very feet
Bang, bang, bangedy- bang! went
the guns, and one of the birds came down
with a thud. The other, however, con-
tinued its flight until lost to view
Hes mlne! CALCULATED one of the gun
ners as he started for the dead bird.
No, he's mine; 1 hit him." exclaimed
another.
Not much; he's my bird" declared a
third. Il had dead cinch on him."
The fourth man in the party did not
speak until he had carefully and method
ically reloaded his gun. He then gazed
quietly at his companions for a moment
or two, and finally said:
Boys, you are all wrong. 1t was l who
killed Cock Robin with my little gun, and
he belongs to me-
How do you make that out?" exclaimed
the other men in bunch.
Easy enough" replied the quiet man;
the pheasant was killed with monogram
who uses that kind of shot"
with that the quiet man took the bird
from the man who had reached it first
and carefully slowed it away la the ca,
pacious pocket of his hunting Jacket
Monogram shot!' echoed the rest of
the men in one voice. What in the deuce
is monogram shot2'
Humping thought that you youngsters
had never heard of that" said the Veter-
an; 'it is simply shot on which my mono
gram is imprinted"
fsXNi1 -.
of this wonderful shot?" asked one of the
party sarcastically:
Certainly it viii afford me great pleas
ure, declared the veteran, as he plunged
his hand down into his pocket and fished
out a little leaden pellet This was exam
med by all the men in turn and, sure
enough the letters forming the claimants
monogram We're found to be legibly stamp
ed upon it.
The men were plainly puzzled, but, not
wishing to show their ignorance of the
supposed modern kind of ammunition they
dropped the matter for the time being
That night the owner of the monogram
shot left for his home in the city, taking
with him the pheasant and most of the
other game which had been killed during
the day.
The rest of the party had gathered
around blazing hot fire in the little hotel
when one of them suddenly remarked:
Say, boys, | am not onto that mono
gram-shot racket yet. That fellow has
gone home and taken about all the game
with him on the ground that ii was Killed
with monogram shot. Now, how do we
know that it was killed with his blessed
old monogram shot?"
"Why, he showed us one of the shot"
innocently spoke up the youngest of the
party.
Yes, but that did not prove that all
the birds he claimed to have dropped were
killed with monogram shot We didn't
pick any of the shot out of the BIRDS
We'll, here Is one OF the cartridges that
he left behind him." said a third man.
Tets break it open and examine it,
The shot was soon dumped out of the
cartridge and each grain carefully scru-
tinized by the men. 1t is needless to re-
mark. as the lecturer says land then talks
half an hour on the subjecD, that not a
sign of the mans monogram was discov-
cred on any of the shot.
We've been buncoedi" exclaimed one
of the men In q disguised tone of voice.
I'VE have been undonep
we have" echoed the other man in
chorus-"and by means of monogram
shot"
But, for heavens sake, let us keep quiet
about It," said one of the party, because
if this story gets out, we win be the
laughing stock of the town when we get
home"
All the men solemnly swore to keep
mum, but the story was too good, and il
had to come out to prevent other young
and inexperienced sportsmen from going
to shopkeepers and importuning them for
monogram shot.