The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-22

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 Under the e.I41e.,e [ the game no comment was made on my mishap, and my second. Stevenson. did not make the mistake of commiserating me. No one spoke a word as Orme stepped to the score. He killed his bird as clean as though he had done nothing else all his life. I was a tride angry with my self by this time, but it only left me well keyed My bird fell dead inside of Orme's.
 We shot along for ten birds, and Orme was straight to my nine killed.
 Whatever the cause, was by this time perfectly calm. knew I could shoot to the top of my skill. and if were beaten 1t would be through no fault of my own nerves and muscles.
 Orme went on as though he could kill a hundred straight. He shot care 1essly. but with absolute confidence. and more than half the time he did not use his second barrel. He made it twenty straight before he came back Then he caught strong right quar- terer. which escaped altogether. ap- parentIy very lightly hit. No one spoke a word of sympathy or exulta- ton. Orme seemed not in the least disturbed
 We were now tied, but luck ran against us both for a time, since out . of the next five I missed three and Orme two, and the odds again were against me It stood the same at thir ty and at thirty-6ve. At forty the for tune of war once more favored me. for. although Orme shot like a machine. with a grace and beauty of delivery l have never seen surpassed. he lost one bird .-one dead over the line. carried out by a slant of the rising wind. which blew from left to right across the field. Five birds farther on. yet another struggled over for him. and at sixty-fiVe I had him back of me two birds. The interest all along the line was now intense. Stevenson later told me that they had never seen such shooting as we were doing.
 The heap of dead birds. some of them still huttering in their last gasps now grew larger at the side of the referee, and the negro boys were per haps less ca reful to wiring the necks of the birds as they gathered them. Oc caSionaIly a bird was tossed in such way as to leave a huttering wing. My seventieth bird was such. and it came straight and swift as an arrow. swoop ing down and curvinG about with the great speed of these birds when fairly on tine wing. covered it. lost sight of it. then suddenly realized that l mus fire quickly if was to reach it before it crossed the score. II was so close when fired that the charge cut away the quilis of a wing It fell just in side the line with it's head up. and my gatherer pou1ced upon 1t like a cat The decision of the referee was prompt; but, even so. it was almost lost in the sudden stir and muImur which arose behind us.
 Some one came pushing through the crowd, and I turned to see a young girl clad in white lawn. a thin silver gray veil drawn tight under her chin. She ran up to the black 3poy who stood with the bird in his hand. hanging by one wing She caught it from him and held it against her breast, where its blood drabbled her gown and hands.
 Stop this at oncer' cried the girl "'Aren't you ashamed, all of you ? Book. look at this." She held out the dying bird in her hand Judge Reeves" she cried. what are you do- ing thereT'
 "Ah-ah. my dear young lady-my very dear young Iady''- he began.
 Captain Stevenson" exclaimed the girl. whirIing suddenly on my second. ''stop this at once! I'm ashamed of your
 Her hair, reddish brown in the sun light. was massed up by the binding
 
 her face. Her eyes. wide and dark, were as sad as they were angry. Tears streamed from them down her cheek. which she did not dry. There came to me as I looked at her a curf- ous sense that I and all my friends were very insignificant creatures. and it was so, 1 think. in sooth, she held us.
 "Captain Orme." said I to my oppo- nent, you observe the actua; supreme court of America" He bowed to me. with questioning raising of his eye brows.
 tT am unfortunate to lead by bird" |" said I tentatively For some reason the sport had lost its zest to me.
 And I. being the loser as it stands" !" replied Orme. do not see how I can beg off." Yet I thought him as little eager to go on as ! myself. Miss Ellen" said Judge Reeves. re moving the hat from his white hair. these gentlemen desire to be sports men as among themselves. but of course always gentlemen as regards the wish of ladies. Certain financial considern tions are involved. so that both feel deIicacy in regard to mak