Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1912-04-18
CHAPTER V.
Adventures In New Lands.

"a SSlillcLutll anu uItN up III
the Officers club Billy
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 dances.
Coming over. believe" said Ste
venSon. for now the two turned our
way. Stevenson rose to greet his tel.
low officer, ana as the latter approach
ed our stoop | caught a glance at his
companion.
1t was Gordon Orme.
Orme was MS much surprised on his
own part. After the presentations all
around he turned to me with Kitty
Stevenson My dear madam" he
said. Won have given me the great
pleasure OF meeting again my shad-
ow. Mr.. Cowles OF Virginia There is
where / supposed him now. back home
in Virginia
II should expect to meet Mr. Orme
if landed on the NOON" | replied
"Er-Captain Orme," murmured Ad-
jutant Williams to me gently
SO then my preacher had turned
captain since | saw him last!
You see. Stevenson" went on Will
liams easily, Captain Orme was for.
merly with the British army He ia
travelling in this country for little
mi no nlI n
He brings letters to our colonel, who's
off up river, and meantime I'm trying
to show him what can of 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 few moments he was OF
our party. ! could not avoid the feel
ing that 1t 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 In the
world to do for nur fellows here. Sport?
Why, Captain Ornle. we couldn't show
you horse race where I'd advise you
to bet a dollar The fishing doesn't
carry, and the shooting Is pretty much
gone even II II were the season. Out
side OF a pigeon match or so. this post
is stagnant We dance. and that's all
Bah"
You spoke of pigeon shooting" said
Orme laZily, Blue rocks, | amagine"
No" said Williams; natives We
use the wild birds. Would you like to
have little match at our birds"
II shouldn't mind"
'Oh. you'll be welcome! Well take
your money away from you. There is
Bardine or, say. Major Westovcr Has
kins OF the Sixth got eighty-fve ont Of
his last hundred Once he made II
ninety-two, but that's above average,
of course"
You interest me-" said Orme. For
the honor Of my country | shouldn't
mind a go with one OF your gentlemen.
Make IL at a hundred for what wagers
you like"
And when?"
Tomorrow afternoon If you say. I'm
not stopping long, ! am afraid. I'm of
up river soon"
Let's see" unused Williams. Has
kins is away, and | doubt II Westover
could come. for he's officer of the day;
also bottle washer. And
How about my friend Mr. CowIes ?"
asked Orme My acquaintance with
him makes me think bed take on any
sort OF sporting proposition. Do yoa
shoot. sir"
"All Virginians do" | answered. and
so | did in the field, although / had
never shot or seen pigeon match IN
all my life.
Orme passed his cigarette case. IN
view Of my possibly greater experi,
ence." he said. I'D allow MIR. COwles
six In the hundred"
Il sm not looking for matches" said
|, my blood kindling at his accust0m
ed insolence. but If shot it would b.
both men at scratch"
oh, very well. smiled Orme. And
should we make little wager about
it, ask your consent. Mrs. Steven
sonT'
America forever said Kitty.
MY war chest is light" | said. las
am farther away from home than