The Democratic advocate., 1909-03-05
Hunting With
Dorothy.
By LITTELL M'cLUNG,
Copyrighted, 1903, by Associated
Literary Press.

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Dorothy was sportswoman from
the tip Of her dainty pumps to the top
OF her aristocratic head. Never had
Owen Compton met a girl In whom 50
many delightful qualities were blend |
ed.
That dashing creature known as "the
athletic girl" he cordially disliked,
holding that young women were In.
tended primarily for cozy corners.
So. when introduced to Dorothy, he
felt sure he would not like her bit.
Handsome she undoubtedly was, and
queenly. too. but with her queenliness
Dorothy was vivaclousness itself. She
could ride with the skill Of cowboy
the widest pony that ever leaped aI
fence. She could shoot like m ex
pert and row like a university oars
man.
And after galloping gayly over the
fields on one OF her papa's most dan
gerous young horses she would come
into the drawing room and, with sym.
pathetic touch, play score OF OLD
time melodies surcharged with senti-
ment.
Before many moons owen discover
cd that with all her athletic propensi
ties Dorothy was as tender natured
and as warm hearted as any girl who
breathcd the ozone.
The result was Inevitable.
4 Therefore when Dorothy looked up
/ from the piano, a eoquettish light In
/ her dark eyes, and asked. Owen. when
are you coming out 10 shoot partridgcs
with meT' owen replied that next
morning would find him ready with
/ cartridges and gun.
! lie appeared by sunup. and Dorothy
1 was awaiting him with her own favor
/ ite setter and her own brightly pol
iahed little shotgun. In hunting boots,
short skirt and brown jacket, whose
large collar fell back over her ahoul.
dera. disclosing her round. white
throat, abe was . veritable vision Oh
the forest
~As live. but you do look stun.
ningr was Owens comment as he
gave her a rapid survey. Another
Diana ready for the hunt but whether
" be birds or hearts IT'S hard to sayT'
Ehe laughed merriiy.
'Srhe former. Of course. ART" She de
elartd. "At evening with moonlight
setting. ron know, IL the proper time
Tor. wounding hearts. This morning
In the bright sunshine partridges are
10 be our only consideration. Please
remember ehiar'
agreed" he said. his eye tiaahinl
back She challenge. Let's strike out
Look. your dog is Just crazy TO b'
orr
Then down the long slope they wen
,, and out into the fields The autumn
sun was n duh. golden disk tha
seemed 10 cast tn cuior over thc leaves
ana the ruddy fruit As they mad'
their way through an orchard owe'
stopped and. throwing a stick up int
thn buughs. brought down several I'm
applea
with evident relish Dorothy set he
sharp teeth into one of the largest O
these The appeal of the picture wa
too much for Owen. and be begnn 4
quote something about the Sirows
winds that famed - heart ripe aa th
apples grown In orchard lands Of lon
ago"
. She stopped him with disappr0y
ing glance. do you remember WIN
we started out 70 dor shc asked.
''Yea, 10 shoot birds not TO talk ser
timent.~
She Bsaded, ana they pushed on
into the upcn fields agnin. The settci
9 hundred yards ahead. was aircad
standing n covey Of partridges. The
hurried up close
"RcadyT" he asked. raising bis gun,
h 'Iseady." she answered. eYou tax
= those ON the left: IN look after thos
z TINT ny up ON the right"
Burr.burr-bnrr. and dozen pai
: tFidgrs rose ohliqueiy and sailed ovs
Z the fields
Y Hang, bang. spoke Dorothy's gul
Bang, bang. echoed his.
Two birds dropped. one in line q
9 Owens fire. the other over to u
right
''IIonOrs are event. cried Dorothl
= 'It's hit and miss for each of ns,
n He sprang forward, and as the d.
! drought UP the dead birds he droppe
ahem into the sack he carried. suddei
~ hundred feet In front of him
: partridge that had become separate
from the others ran out OF the grs
and luttered OF toward a clump a
bushes ON the hillside.
lie lifted his gun to his shoulder an
pulled both triggers, but the bird cor
!. tinued In ITS flight. Then behind hIt
z flashed Dorothy's gun. and the pai
fridge dropped like spent rocket
At the same moment q sharp, stInp
ing pain ran through Owens left hana
Instinctively he jerked 1t up. IL wa
A covered with blood
3 His face grew pale, for he though
g that good part Of the leaden loa,
I had struck him. He raised bis arn
7 and the blood ran down in tin.
rivnlet over his wrist With his rigb
hand he reached for his hankerche
to stop the crimson how. He wa
conscious that the girl was running vi
10 him
/ Good heavenal' she gasped, her fac
white as chalk as she saw the blood
: "I've shot, you, 0wenT'
3 'Pm afraid you have" he said, ''bu
not seriously, I guess"