The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-10-20

6TOI6SSOT Id orange.
Professor La Grange was shot
through the heart two hours ago." re-
piled Barris slowly.
We had been at the shooting box in
the Cardinal woods five days when a
telegram was brought to Barris by a
mounted messenger from the nearest
telegraph station. Cardinal Springs, a
hamlet on the lumber railroad which
joins the Quebec & Northern at Three
Rivers Junction, thirty miles below.
Pierpont and were sitting out under
the trees, loading some special shells
as experiments; Barris stood beside us,
bronzed, erect, holding his pipe care
fully so that no sparks should drift into
our powder box. The beat of hoofs
over the grass aroused US, and when
the lank messenger drew bride before
the door, Barris stepped forward and
took the sealed telegram. When he
had torn it open he went into the house
and presently reappeaI ed reading
something that he had written.
This should go at once" he said,
looking the messenger full in the face.
AT once. Colonel Barris," replied the
shabby countryman.
Pierpont glanced up and I smiled at
the messenger who was gathering his
bride and settling himself in his stir
rups Barris handed him the written
reply and nodded goodbye: there was
a thud of hoofs on the greensward. a
jingle of bit and spur across the grav-
el, and the messenger was gone. Bar
ris' pipe went out and he stepped to
windward TO relight it.
1T is queer" said 1, that your mes
SpnpRr-2 hafTarpd noffUa-Chnl1Id
speak like a Harvard man"
He is a Harvard man." said Bar
ris.
And the plot thickens," said Pier
pont; ARE the Cardinal woods full of
secret service men, Barris?''
mo" replied Barris, but the tele-
graph stations are. How many ounces
of shot are you using, Roy?'
told him, holding up the adjustable
steel measuring cup. He nodded. After
a moment or two he sat down on a
camp stool beside US and picked up a
crimper.
THAT telegram was from Drum
mond," he said; 1.-THE messenger was
boys OWNED. Poohi If he had spoken
the Cardinal county dialect you would
not have known"
His makeup was good" said Pier
pont.
Barris twirled the crimper and looked
at the pile of loaded shells. Then he
picked up one and crimped it.
Let 'em alone" said Pierpont, you
crimp too tight"
Does his little gun kick when the
shells are crimped too tight?" inquired
Barris tenderly; well. he shall crimp
his own shells then-where's his little
MANI"
His little man." was a weird English
scrubbed, tangled in his aspirates,
bearer and crimper, he aided Pierpont
to endure the ennui of existence, by
doing for him everything except
breathing. Lately, however, Barris'
taunts had driven Pierpont to do a few
things for himself. To his astonish-
ment he found that cleaning his own
gun was not bore, so he timidly load
ed a shell or two, was much pleased
with himself, loaded some more,
them, and went TO breakfast
with an appetite. So when Barris
asked where his little man" was, Pier
pont did not reply, but dug a cupful
of shot from the bag and poured it
into the half filled she'll
and, of course, there was a pow-wow
when ''Voyou," my Gordon. wagged his
splendid tail across the loading table
and sent a dozen unstopped cartridges
rolling over the grass. vomiting powder
and shot.
"Give the dogs a mile or two," said
I; 1--WE will shoot over the Sweet Fern
Covert about o'clock, David"
Two guns, David" added Barris.
Are you not going?" asked Pier
pont, looking up, as David disappeared
with the dogs.
Bigger game" said Barris shortly.
He picked up mug of ale from the
tray which Hewlett had just set down
beside us and took a long pull We
did the same, silently. Pierpont set
his mug on the turf beside him and re-
turned to his loading.
We spoke of the murder of Professor