The Port Gibson reveille., 1911-04-20
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(Copyright. I0II. b AssOciated Literary Press.)
By DONALD ALLEN

at least one struck the girl IN the
hand and assisted her materially to
scream out. Dog and fox wrangled
away into the pines together, and the
partridge hunter stepped forward and
exclaimed:
Heavens above. but I've killed a
girl"
mo. you haven't!" was the reply
as Miss Ethel arose and held out her
bleeding hand. mo, you haven't
killed me, but it isn't your fault. You
meant to do IT."
MY dear Miss Miss
"Oh, you needn't make any ex-
cuses! How can you say you didn't
see me before you fired? OF course,
you saw mel"
But I didn't-believe me, didn't!
I'm sorry, you know! / never can
forgive myself. Here-let me bind
your hand with my handkerchief All,
the shot did not penetrate! 1t struck
and glanced off, The scratch will be
well in a week"
1T may, or blood poison may set
in. l never saw such a piece Of care
lessness. Why didn't you look to see
if was here before you fired? Why,
you might have fred all the shot into
my facet"
''But you see, my dear Miss
Miss" he replied as he was busy
rendering first aid, ''how did know
+ that there was girl in this cave?
didn't even know there was cave.
didn't know there was fox In the
cave. ought to have known-yes,
l ought to have known, but | didn't,
you see, and beg to assure you that
the wound is only slight one"
But I say you might have killed
girl"
Yes. yes, but I didn't, and can
never be grateful enough. Do you feel
weak and dizzy, Miss -Miss-
"And that dog of yours" she said.
without needing his question-"he
must be an idiot of dog!"
''He is-he surely is"
HE ought to have waited till the
IOX got out or the cave.
Il know-I know, and I'll speak TO
him about it. That is, I'll give him
thrashing. Yes, he should have in
vited the fox to come out. You be-
lieve me when say l regret the in
cident. don't your"
''Why-why, suppose do, and l
hope it will be q great moral lesson
to you"
1T Wilt surely will"
Then, If your gun is unloaded, and
your dog can behave himself, you may
walk to the highway with me. do
feel a bit weak, and don't care to
faint away here
Heaven forbid! Miss Miss,
my name is Hugh Wentworth, of The
Poplars. If you feel a faintness com
ing on, I will look for some water"
4 think possibly can get home"
was the reply, as the girl turned away
her head to smile.
AS a matter of fact, after the first
shock she had enjoyed the situation.
Never in all her nineteen years be-
fore had she had a chance to sass"
a good-looking young man. He had
given his name, and of course was
dying to get hers, but she wasn't CIV
ing in. AS they reached the high
way she said:
Il think / can get home from here,
as you are kind enough to say that
am not mortally wounded!"
''But, no, no, no. I could never for
give myself. Here comes the dog aft
er us. Shall load the gun and shoot
him?"
Don't put all the blame on the
poor dog. He didn't have the gun!"
81 see-I see. Dear me, I shall new
er shoot another girl in all my life!"
This was said in such lonesome
tones and the young man seemed so
crushed to earth that Miss Ethel could
restrain her mirth no longer.
In reply to her peal of laughter Mr..
Wentworth halted, and cast quick
glance at her and then exclaimed:
"You have forgiven me! shall
walk home with you! You viii give
me your name!"
And she walked and he walked and
the dog walked. Yes, they all walked
to The willows, and tho young man
and his dog were invited in and the
! immortal wound redressed. After
/ that Well, things are getting
along SO nicely that there are occa-
sions when Mrs. Blaine Is hea<G te
sigh and excIaim:
'How am to get along after Ethal
leaves mel"
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