Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1914-07-22
Hunting With
Dorothy
There Was Other Game Than
the Partridges.
BY LiTTELL M'cLuRG.

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Dorothy was a sportswoman from
the tip of her dainty pumps to the top
of her aristocratic head. Never had
Owen Compton met Il girl in whom
so many delightful qualities We're
blended
That dashing creature known as the
athletic girl he cordially disliked,
holding that young women We're ins
tended primarily for cozy corners.
So when introduced to Dorothy he
felt sure he would not like her a bit.
Handsome she undoubtedly was. and
queenly, too, but with her queenliness
Dorothy was righteousness itself. She
could ride With the skill of a cowboy
the widest pony that ever leaped q
fence. She could shoot like an expert
and row like university oarsman.
And after galloping gayly over the
fields on one of her papa S most dan
gerous young horses she would come
into the drawing room and, with sym
pathetic touch. play score of old
time melodies surcharged with senti-
ment.
Before many moons Owen discover
ed that With all her athletic propensi
ties Dorothy was as tender natured
and as warm hearted as any girl who
breathed the ozone.
The result was inevitable
Therefore when Dorothy looked III
from the piano. coGuettish light in
her dark eyes, and asked, Owen. Whe.
are you coming out to shoot partridgeS
with me?'' Owen replied that next
morning would find him ready will
cartridges and gun.
He appeared by sunup. and Doroth,
was awaiting him with her own favor
lite setter and her own brightly pol
ished little shotgun. In hunting boots
short skirt and a brown jacket, who's
large collar fell back over her shout
ders. disclosing her round, white
throat. she was veritable vision o
the forest.
"As | live. but you do look stun
ming" was Owens comment as b.
gave her rapid survey. 'Anothe
Diana ready for the hunt, but whethe
it be birds or hearts it's hard to say!
She laughed merrily.
1.-THE former. of course. sirv' she de
clared At evening with moonligh
setting. you know. is the proper tim
for wounding hearts. This mornin,
in the bright sunshine cartridges ar
to be our only consideration. Pleas
remember this.'
Agreed he said. his eyes fashin:
back the challenge. Lets strike out
Look. your dog is just crazy to b
off,
Then down the long slope they Wen
and out into the fields. The autumn
sun was dull. golden disk tina
seemed to cast its color over the leave
and the rudy fruit. AS they mad
their way through an orchard Owe
stopped and. throwing a stick up int
the boughs. brought down several fin
| apples.
With evident relish Dorothy set be
! sharp teeth into one of the largest G
these The appeal of the picture wa
too much for owen, and he began
quote something about the drows
winds that famed "a heart ripe as tn
| apples grown in orchard lands of Ion
| ago
She stopped him with a disapproN
ing glance. DO you remember whs
we started out to do?" she asked
Eyes, to shoot birds. not to talk SCI
timent."
She nodded. and they pushed OF
into the open fields again. The settle
a hundred yards ahead. was alread
standing covey of cartridges. The
hurried up close.
Ready" he asked, raising his gun
Ready she answered. You tax
those on the left; I'll look after thos
that fly up on the right
Burr-burr-burr. and dozen pa
| tridges rose obliquely and sailed owe
/ the fields.
Bang. bang. spoke Dorothy's gul
| Bang. lang. echoed his.
Two birds dropped. one in line {
| Owens fire. the other over to the RICH
"Honors are even.." cried Doroth,
| Its a hit and miss for each of us. I
/ He sIrang forward, and as the do
brought up the dead birds he droppe
them into the sack he carried, Sudden
/ IL a hundred feet in front of him
partridge that had become separate
from the others ran out of the gras
and futtered eff toward a clunp {
bushes on the hillside.
He lifted his gun to his shoulder an
pulled both triggers. but the bird col
tinued in its fight. Then behind hi
flashed Dorothy's gun. and the pa
fridge dropped like a spent rocket.
i At the same moment a sharp. stin;
ing pain ran through Owens left han
Instinctively be jerked it up. 1t We
covered with blood.
i His face grew pale. for he though
that a good part of the leaden loa