The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-20

A CAKRIAGE passed WlLn two A gentlemen and drew up at
 the Officers club. Billy 4 A Williams, adjutant," com mented Captain Stevenson lazily. Who's the otherT'
 "Yes; who's the tall one?" asked Kit ty as the gentlemen descended from the carriage. Good figure, anyhow. Wonder if he dancesT'
 Coming over. 1 believe" said Ste venson, for now the two turned our way Stevenson rose to greet his fel- low officer. and as the latter approach b. ed our Stoop 1 caught a glance at his companion.
 1t was Gordon Orme!
 Orme was aS much surprised on his own part. After the presentations all around he turned to me with Kitty Stevenson. My dear madam" he said. you have given me the great pleasure of meeting again my shad- ow, Mir. Cowles of Virginia. There is where 1 supposed him now. back home in Virginia"
 "I should expect to meet MT Orme if I landed on the moon.' 1 replied.
 "Er Captain Orme." murmured Ad- 5utant Williams to me gently.
 So then my preacher had turned captain since | saw him last!
 You see. Stevenson" went on Will Hams easily. "Captain Orme was for merly with the British army. He is travelling in this country for a little sport. but the old ways hang to him. He brings letters to our colonel. who's or up river. and meantime I'm trying to show him what 1 can Ot our serv- ice"
 ''So good of you to bring Captain Orme here. major. I'm sure he will join us tonight" Kitty mOtioned to- ward the dancing pavilion. now well under way. Orme smiled and bowed and declared himself most happy. Thus in a few moments he was of our party. l could not avoid the feel ing that it was some strange fate which continually brought us two to- gether.
 ''The army's rotten for want Of serv- ice" grumbled Williams. following out his own pet hobby. Nothing Tn the world to do for our fellows here. Sport Why. Captain Orme. we couldn't show you a horse race where I'd advise you to bet a dollar. The fishing doesn't carry. and the shooting is pretty much gone even if ii were the season. Out side of pigeon match or so. this post Is stagnant. We dance. and that's all. Bah"'
 ''You spoke of pigeon shootinE." said Orme laZily. Blue rocks. I amagine."
 No" said Williams; natives. We use the wild birds. Would you like to have little match at our birds2'
 ''I shouldn't mind''
 "Oh. you'll be welcome! Wen take your money away from you. There Is Bardine or, say. Major Westover. Has kins of the Sixth got eighty five out of his last hundred. Onre he made il ninety-two, Il but that's above average of cOurSe."
 You interest me-" said Orme. "FoT the ho0Or of my country l shouldn't mind go with one of your gentlemen Make 1t at @ hundred for what wagers you like.''
 And when?"
 Tomorrow afternoon if you say. Pm not stopping long. l am afraid. Pm on up river sOOn.'
 Let's see" unused Williams. Has. kirs is away. and l doubt if WestOver could come. for he's officer of the day; also bottle washer. And''-
 How about my friend Mir. Cowles? :? asked Orme. My acquaintance with him makes me think he'd take on an! sort of sporting proposition. Do you shoot. sir?"
 "All Virginians do." answered, and so 1 did in the field. although 1 hAO never shot or seen a pigeon match il all my life.
 Orme passed his cigarette case. "II view of my possibly greater exper ence." be saidA I'd allow Mir. Cowle, six in the hundred"
 ''l am not looking for matches" saiC I. my blood kindling at his accustOm ed inSolence. but If shot it would b, both men at scratch"
 "Oh, very WeIl,'' smiled Orme. "AnJ