The sun., 1903-11-22
A DUBON'S HUNT
VI. AND ITS END.
Tbc Game He Brought Home Was
Unexpected, but 1t Was None
the Less Satisfactory.

$50 YOU have decided. have your" cried
ume. Dubon in n shril voice. "You are
,nling to sacrifice the happiness, the future
a, our child, our daughter, to your fatal
,ssion or to one Of your fatal passions.
I always knew you were a thorough
seost. she concluded.
,But listen moment, Sdone---
sdon,e, however, had no desire to listen,
and she bounced out of the room, closing
ibe door with bang and leaving NJ. Dubon
face to face with an accusing conscience
But his conscience could be argued with
dnce it could not, like the worthy Nine.
Dubon. cave the room; and NJ. Dubon
promptly began his defence.
what difference will it make? A luncheon
Is luncheon anywhere. and the Marshalls
,re such old friends that they will not
mind They will ask another time when
the young gentleman will be there. l will
explain what | telegraphed them, that l
did not realize when l accepted their in
vitation that it was for the day Of the
hunt No. no. concluded NJ. Dubon aloud,
y have not missed the opening hunt for
thirteen years and do not propose to be-
, gin now"
And for thirteen years." said scornful
voice behind him, "you have come home
with an empty game bag!"
NJ Duhon blushed. At the same moment
bis daughter came into the room flushed
and ross in her white gown.
MY poor Emmal You are all ready,
then:
why. yes. Mamma only this moment
tod me tha: va were not going ~ tho Mar
shill -
~ you mind very much Enn7?
"Uh, no. The Marshalls will invite us
again
Just what told your mother. said her
iathor .riumphantly, -but she would not
listen 10 me. Anywey, yon could have
gone without me, hut she wouldn't bear of
that, either"
Probably she thought it would not do.
Not do I should like to know why
"Oh, como, father 1t is all decided now,
and it's high time you were starting for the
hunt. Perhaps is just As we'll for the
poor phensar,ts that you are net there"
y think there is less game each year.
said NJ. Dubon mournfuly. AT any rate,
don't get any of it. This time, though,
may be more fortunate. What should
yo,i say, dear Emma, If should bring you
back dozen quail or ns many pheasants?"
And hare2'
Don't make fun Of me. Perhaps sol"
hope you will, Daddy
Colnrorted and absolved in his own eyes
By his daughters gayety, NJ Dubon finished
bis preparations. He buckled his cartridge
game bag from one shoulder and, oramming
. well worn felt hat over his ears, picked
up his gun and turned to say good-by.
~ ou look like Boer.' said Emma
A courageous race, murmured M Dubon.
'an admirable people.
Unconsciousfy he assumed martial
cir, an aggressive pose. For an instant
he felt armed and ready to defend his
country.
Emma followed her father to the end Of
the garden. Their country home was only
IN the open country; charming place, the
house completely covered with Chamber
Ing roses and honeysuckle.
In a few minutes the young girl stood at
the gate. Watching her father disappear
poor father she thought, indulgently,
''it Is such a pleasure for him to 60 shooting
It would have heen cruel to deprive him
of it,"
She did not feel any keen regret for
the postponed luncheon, although, she ap-
the Marshalls' kind invitation
and their hospitality in the beautiful villa
on the border of the forest. She had not
failed to guess, from her mothers disap-
pointment, that tho luncheon was & means
toward an important end. nor what that
end might be.
Another man. she murmured with
relieved sigh
There was 4 touch OF romance in her
nature, and she would much have preferred
to meet the young man OF her destiny un-
e1pectedly, without knowing him to be
suitor for her hand But, evidently, her
mother and her friends would not allow 1t
10 he so,
At one end of the garden was a little
ivy clad arbor, which Emma was very proud
Of Toward the end of the afternoon. when
II was a lttlo cooler, the young girl took
refuge there with book, not sorry to
escape the obstinate i'll humor OF Nine.
Duton.
Tho latter. after trying in vain to keep
her husband at homo, w6s preparing Tor
bis return welcome which would have
caused the unhappy man to trembie had he
gotten all anxiety. all preoccnpation, in
the joy of tramping over the fields, gun
over hia ehouller and cartridge belt
arourd his waist.
The sound of "A shot close by made Emma
start
-For pity's sakc!' she said to herself,
sWhnt il father has, for once, hit some
thing?"
But her smile died away and she turned
pale It seemed to her that she had heard
d crv. Again silence fell, but tho young
girl could not drive from her thoughts the
imagined cry.
Half an hour went by, then the sound