The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-02-12
The Fighting
Chance. sSs5 + i: Y:
Copyright PubEshtne
Copyright Chambers
Copyright, 1905, By the Curtis Publshing Company.
Copyright 1905. by Robert W. Cnanbers.

! Il heard Alderdene talking about IL, y
be said, smllingly inspecting the girls
attire Of khaki, with its buttoned peck
cts, gun pads and Cossack cartridge
loops, and the tan knee kits hanging
heavily plated over CATERS and little
thick soled shoes He had never cared
very much to see women afleld, for in
rare case where there was no affec-
tation, there was something else in
born that he found npleasant-some-
thing lacking about a woman who
could take life from frightened wild
things, something shocking that a wo-
man could look, unmoved, upon a
twitching, blood soied heap of feath-
ers at her feet.
Meanwhile Dawson, dog whip at sa-
lutte, stood knee deep among his rest
less settlers explaining the ceremony
with which Mr.. Ferrall ushered In the
opening of each shooting season.
ITS our own idee, Miss Landis," he
said proudly. "Onc't a season Mr.. Fer.
rail- and his guests likes 1t for a mixed
bag. IT'S sort of picnic, miss. The
guns is in pairs, sixty yards apart in
line, an the rules is walk straight
ahead, dogs to heel until first cover is
reached; fire straight or to quarter
never blankin' nor wipin' no eyes, and
ground game counts as feathers for the
Shotover cup"
oh! It's a skirmish line that walks
straight ahead?" said Siward, nOdding
straight ahead, sir No stoppin', no
turnln' for hedges, fences, water or
rock. There is boats FIR deep water
and fords marked and corduroy FIR to
pass the Sc en- Dreens. Luncheon at
l, miss, an hours rest, then straight
on over HILL valley, rock and river to
the rondyvoo atop Osprey ledge You'll
see the poles and the big nests, sir.
It's there they score for the cup and
there when the bag is counted the
traps are ready to carry you home
again" And to Siward: "Wil yo
draw for your lady, sir? 1t is the Gus
tom"
Are you my LADY," he asked.
turning to SILVIA.
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
for Major Belwether who had taken
considerable pains to enlighten her as
to Siward's condition the night be-
fore; perhaps also for Quarter, who
had naturally expected to act as hel
gun bearer in emergencies.
I'm probably poor shot" she said
looking sTilingly straight into ST
wards eyes. But if you'll take me-
Il will with pleasure" he said.
Dawson, do we draw for position
Very well, then" And he drew 4?
slip Of paper from the box offered by
the head keeper.
mo. T." said Sylvia, looking over his
shoulder. Come out to the starting
line, Mr. 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 amt
drawed the meadows an Sachem hill
line. VIII you choose your dog. STRIP
You have your dog. you know" OBJ
/ Ntu WV a nNlnulNAgs dAlA CIV 81 u
glanclng among the impatient settlers,
saw one white, heavily feathered dog
strainlng a. his leash and wagglng
franticaly, brown eyes fixed on him.
The next moment Sycamore was
free devouring his master with ca
:esses, the girl looking on in smiling
silence, and presently, side by side, the
man, the girl and the dog were stroll
ing OF 10 the starting line, where al
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 I'm high
spirits. greeted them gayly, pointing
out the red disk bearing their num-
Der. Z, where it stood out distinctly
above the distant scrub of the fore
land.
You two are certainly up against
itI' he said, grinning There's only
one rougher line, and you're in for
thorns and water and a scramble
across the backbone of the divide"
"Is 1t any good?" asked Siward.
"Good-if you've. got the legs and
Sylvia doesn't play baby
'IT' she said Indignantly. Kemp.
You annoy me. And l Will bet you
now" she added, flushing, that your
old cup is ours."
Wait" said Siward, laughing. 1--WE
may not shoot straight"
you will. Kemp, I'll wager what
ever you dare
Gloves? Stockings against a ciga-
rette caseY he suggested.
Done" she said disdainfully, NOV
ing forward along the skirmish line,
with a nod and smile for the groups
now disintegrating into couples-the
Page boys with Eileen Shannon and
Rena Bonnesdel, Marion Page follow
ed by Alderdene, Mrs. Vendenning and
Major Belwether and the Tassel girl
conveyed by Leroy Mortimer. Farther
along the Inc, taking post, she saw
Quarter and Miss Caithness, Captain
Voucher with Mrs. Mortimer and 9th