The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-11-03

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 Firing ol .uicsS, circling, Shel don tried once more to advance direct E on his foe, but the latter was too crafty, taking advantage of his bold ness to fire a couple of shots at him and slipping away on some changed and continually changing course. For an hour they dodged and turned and twisted back and forth and around and hunted each other among the orderly palms. They caught f1eeting glimpses of each other and chanced flying shots which were without result. On grassy shelter behind a tree Sheldon came upon where Tudor had rested and smoked a cigarette. The pressed grass showed where he had sat. At one side lay the cigarette stump and the charred match which had lighted 1t. Tn front lay scattering of bright metallic fragments. Sheldon recog- niEed their significance. Tudor was notching his steel jacketed bullets or gutting them blunt. so that they would spread on striking-in short, he was making them into the vicious dumdum prohibited in modern warfare. Shel- don knew now what would happen to him if a bullet struck his body. It would leave tiny hole where it en- tered, but the hole where it emerged would be the size of a saucer.
 He decided to give up the pursuit and lay down in the grass, protected light and left by the row of palms, with, on either hand, the long avenue extending. This he could watch. Tu- dor would have to come to him or else there would be no termination of the affair. He wiped the sweat from his face and tied the handkerchief around his neck to keep off the stinging gnats that lurked in the grass. Never had he felt so great disgust for the thing called adventure" Joan had been bad enough with lpr Baden-Powell and long barreled Colts, but here was this newcomer. also looking for adventure and finding it in no other way than by lugging peace loving planter into an absurd and preposterous bushwhack- Ing duel. If ever adventure was well damned it was by Sheldon, sweating In the windless grass and fighting gnats, the while he kept close watch up and down the aveaue.
 Then Tudor came. Sheldon hap pened to be looking in his direction at the moment he came into view, 3eering quickly up and down the ave nue before he stepped into the open. Midway he stopped, as if debating what course to pursue. He made splendid mark, facing his concealed enemy at POO yards distance. Shell don aimed at the center of his chest, then deliberately shifted the aim to his right shoulder, and, with the thought, That will put him out of business" pulled the trigger. The bull let, driving with momentum sufficient to perforate a mans body a mile dis tant, struck Tudor with such force as to pivot him, whirling him half around by the shock of its impact and knocking him down,
 Hope 1 haven't killed the beggar," Sheldon muttered aloud, springing to his feet and running forward.
 A hundred feet away all anxiety on that score was relieved by Tudor, who made shift with his left hand and from his automatic pistol hurled rain of bullets all around Sheldon. The latter dodged behind palm trunk, counting the shots, and when the eighth had been fired he rushed in on the wounded man. He kicked the pis- tol out of the others hand and then sat down oa him in order to keep him down.
 'sBe quiet" he said. "I've got you, so there's no use struggling"
 Tudor still attempted to struggle and to throw him off
 "Keep quiet, I tell you" Sheldon commanded "Tm satisfied with the outcome. and you've got to be. So you might as well give in and call this affair closed"
 Tudor reluctantly relaxed.
 "Ra; Ter funny, isn't it, these modern duels:" Sheldon grinned down at him as he removed his weight. "Not a bit dignifed. If you'd struggled a mo- ment longer I'd have rubbed your face in the earth. I've a good mind to do it anyway, just to teach you that duel-