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

the tlp OF her Qalnty pumps to the top
of her aristocratic head Never had
Owen Compton met Il girl III whom
SO many delightful qualities were
blended.
That dashing creature known as the
athletic girl he cordially dishked,
holding that young women We're ini
tended primarily for coy 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 IA cowboy
the widest pony that ever leaned Il
fence. She could shoot like an expert
and row like a 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 a 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 up
from the piano, coquettish light in
her dark eyes, and asked. Owen. when
are you coming out to shoot cartridges
with me?'' Owen replied that next
morning would find him ready with
cartridges and gun.
He appeared by sunup. and Dorothy
was awaiting him with her own favor
tie setter and her own brightly pol
ished little shotgun. In hunting boots.
short skirt and brown jacket, whose
large collar fell back over her shout
ders. disclosing her round. white
throat, she was a veritable vision Of
the forest.
'.As live. but you do look stun
ning!.' was Owens comment as he
gave her a rapid survey. Another
Diana ready for the hunt, but whether
it be birds or hearts it's hard to say"
kyuC lttuSACSi AlClA1lS
1.-The former. of course, STRIP she de-
clared At evening with moonlight
setting. you know. is the proper time
for wounding hearts. This morning
in the bright sunshine cartridges are
to be our only consideration, Please
remember this!'
Agreed he said his eyes flashing
back the challenge. Let's strike out.
Look. your dog is just crazy to be
off,
Then down the long slope they went
and out into the fields. The autumn
sun was a dull golden disk that
seemed to cast its color over the leaves
and the ruddy fruit. AS they made
their way through an orchard Owen
stopped and, throwing stick up into
the boughs, brought down several fine
apples.
With evident relish Dorothy set her
sharp teeth into one Of the largest OF
these. The appeal of the picture was
too much for Owen, and he began to
quote something about the drowsy
winds that famed "a heart ripe as the
apples grown in orchard lands of long
ago
She stopped him with a disapprov.
ing glance. DO you remember what
we started out to do:" she asked.
Yes, to shoot birds. not to talk sen
timent.'
She nodded, and they pushed out
into the open fields again. The setter
a hundred yards ahead, was already
standing covey of partridges. They
hurried up close.
Ready he asked, raising his gun.
Ready she answered. You take
those on the left: III look after those
that fly up on the right. 7
Burr-burr- burr and dozen par
tridges rose obliquely and sailed ovel
the fields.
| Bang. bang, spoke Dorothy's gun.
Bang. lang, echoed his.
Two birds dropped. one in line Of
Owens fire. the otlfer8over to the right
"Honors are even!' cried Dorothy.
Its a hit and Eaiss for each of us. s.
He sIrang forward. and as the dog
brought up the dead birds he dropped
them into the sack he carried. Sudden
IL hundred feet in front of him a
partridge that had become separated
from the others ran out of the grass
and futtered off toward a clump Of
bushes on the hillside.
He lifted his gun to his shoulder and
pulled both triggers. but the bird con
tinued in its fight. Then behind him
flashed Dorothy's gun. and the par
fridge dropped like spent rookie
At the same moment a sharp. sting
ing pain ran through Owens left hand
Instinctively he jerked it up. 1t was
covered with blood.
His face grew pale, for he thought
that good part Of the leaden load
had struck him. He raised his arm,
and the blood ran down in a tiny riv-
ulet over his wrist. With his right
hand he reached for his handkerchief
to stop the crimson flow He was con.
scious that the girl was running up to
him.