Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-01-09
Copyright 1906, by the Curtis Publishing Company.
 Copyright, 1906, by Robert W. Chambers.

and lords marked and corduroy fir t,
 pass the Seven Dreens. Luncheon a
 1, miss, an hours rest, then straigh
 on over hill, valley, rock and river t,
 the rondyvoo atop Osprey ledge. You'l
 see the poles and the big nests, sir
 It's there they score for the cup ant
 tbere when the bag is counted tht
 traps are ready to carry you home
 again" And to Siward: Will yor
 draw for your lady, sir? It is the GUS
 tom.'
 Are you my 1adyT" he asked
 turning to Sylvia.
 [ Do you want me?'
 In the smiling luster of her eyes the
 tiniest spark flashed out at him. a
 hint at defiance for somebody, perhaps i for Major Belwether, who had taken
 considerable pains to enlighten her as i to Siward's condition the night be-
 fore; perhaps also for Quarter, who
 had naturally expected to act as her
 gun bearer in emergencies. ! I'm probably poor shot," she said, looking smilingly straight into Si-
 wards eyes. But if you'll take me-
 q will with pleasure" he said. Dawson, do we draw for position? ? Very well, then" And he drew a
 slip of paper from the box offered by
 the head keeper.
 "No. 7,' said Sylvia, looking over his shoulder Come out to the starting line, Mir. Siward. All the positions are marked with golf disks. What sort of ground have we ahead, Dawson?"
 Kind O stiff, miss,' grinned the keeper. Pity your gentleman ain't drawed the meadows an Sachem hill line. Will you choose your dog, sir?'
 You have your dog, you know" ob- served Sylvia demurely. and Siward. glancing among the impatient setters, saw one white, heavily feathered dog Straining at his leash and wagging frantically, brown eyes fixed on him.
 The next moment Sagamore was free devouring his master with ca resses, the girl looking on in smiling silence, and presently, side by side, the man, the girl and the dog were stroll ing off to the starting line, where all ready people were gathering in groups. selecting dogs, fowling pieces, com pairing numbers and discussing the merits of their respective lines of ad- vance.
 Ferrall, busily energetic and in high spirits, greeted them gayly. pointing out the red disk bearing their num- Der, {, where it stood out distinctly ebove the distant scrub of the fore land.
 You two are certainly up against It. he said, grinning. There's only one rougher line, and you're in for horns and water and a scramble 'croSs the backbone of the divide"
 "ls it any good?" asked Siward.
 "Good-if you've got the legs and Sylvia doesn't play baby''- {
 IF" she said indignantly. Kemp. Tou annoy me. And I will bet you low," she added. flushing. that your i'd cup is ours"
 Wait" said Siward, laughing. We nay not shoot straight"
 You will. Kemp. I'll wager what. yer you dare"
 Gloves? Stockings-against a ciga. cite case:" he suggested.
 Done" she said disdainfully. nov. ng forward along the skirmish line. with q nod and smile for the groups low disintegratinG into couples-the 'age boys with Eileen Shannon and lena BonnesdeI. Marion Page follow d by A!derdene. Mrs. Vendenning and iator Belwether and the Tassel girl onvoyed by Leroy Mortimer Farther long the line. taking post. she saw luarrier and Miss Caithness. Captain 'oucher with Mrs Mortimer and oth- IFS too distant to recognize moving cross country with glitter and glint sunlight on slanting gun barrels. And now FerralI was climbing into is saddle beside his pretty wife. who lt her horse like boy. the white flag fled high in the sunshine. watching le firing line until the last laggard as in position.
 All right. Grace" said Ferrall brisk ?. Down went the wLite flag. The IT ranged line started into motion raight across country. dogs at heel. From her saddle Mrs. FerralI could Q the advance strung out far afeld Om the dark spots moving along the els boundary to the two couples aversing the salt meadows to north. rack. A distant report came faintly Ter the upIands against the wind. Voucher" observed Ferrall. "proba- ' a snipe. Hark, He's struck them a ain. Grace" Nrs. Ferrall. watching curiously. s W Siward's gun fly up as two biz a rk spots fnated up from the marsh d Id went swinging over his head. c 'aCk' Crack: Down sheered the Q lck spots. tumbling earthward ont of p sky. k nuek. said FerraH "A double for ? cohen. Lord Harry. How that man . n shoot. Isn't it a pity that He said no more. His pretty wife ? iTide her thoroughbred. sat silent. V ly eyes fixed on the distant agurcs D
 Sylvia Lsniis and Siward. now Ouider deep in the reeds . Was it very bad last nightY-' she sed in a lOH voice. u TerTaI shrugged He was not of- . lsive- He walked steadily enough H stairs When I went into hIs room il
 lay O1 the bed ss If he'd been A