The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1918-06-07
THE SURE SHOT
BY wARREN VAIL.
gright, 19ls. western Newspaper UNION.

A new conner was cutting a wide
swath with the exclusive social set OF
Woodville. Esther Warne belonged to
that group. The plausible, aristoerat-
ie looking stranger had made some
thing of an impression upon her. At
least SO Philip Dewey fancied.
War conditions had animated the
town. Dewey was one of loyal
| group who had announced their readi-
ness to enter government service. He
and his comrades embraced prepared
ness by forming a shooting club.
Steady of nerve and clear of vision,
Dewey had become the champion In
the lists. The newcomer gave his
name as Paul Duroc, alluded to an
uncle who was count, and courted
the company of the military boys
"having seen service myself" as he ex-
pressed it.
'T've grown sort Of rusty in target
practice" he said, "but l would like
to try round with Dewey, your ex-
pert marksman here"
"With pleasure" assented Dewey,
feeling none too friendly towards this
dashlng stranger.
1t was three days later and half the
town was attending a war picnic at
| grove near the river.
Esther had fallen in Dewey's way
incidentally upon her arrival, and had
paired off with him in the pleasantest
manner possible. Duroc was busily
engaged in arranging for the target
contest. He had employed two men to
| carry out Its details. He had selected
spot away from the crowds, clearing
the outskirts for a range about five
| hundred feet in extent. At one end
was one Of the men he had employed,
| provided with a repeating rifle. Near
the target, just at the edge of the river,
was his other assistant. who was to
place the white paper targets on the
stanchion in turn.
"Ten shots EACH" announced Duroc,
as all was ready.
"You first directed Dewey cour-
teously to Duroc, who was handed the
rifle, while the signal placer at the
target and small boy in his company
got behind clump of trees.
The ten shots echoed out snappily,
as amid flourishing and much posing
the elegant young gentleman from
abroad delivered his quota. Immedl-
ately the signal placer emerged from
cover, removed the paper target and
moment later started the messenger
boy for base. The bulls eye had been
clipped four times and no shot
had missed the target.
"a fine record" pronounced the man
selected as judge, and Dewey began to
feel some respect for his competitor,
with Justice acquiescing in the general
verdict.
The great distance did not enable
him to observe where his shots land
ed, but he maintained steady nerve
and fancied that he was doing quite
well. AS the paper record came to
base, he could scarcely credit its chron-
icle. Every .darkened perforation was
more than four inches from the bulls
eye and three of the ten had gone en-
tirely wild. He managed to control
and conceal his modification and dis
appointment, did not rejoln Esther,
and went home gloomy and wretched
in the extreme.
81 have no chance at all with Duroc,"
he decided "that tlashy fellow beats
me as to money, smartness, and even
in the field where l fancled l was a
crack shot,
He kept away from Esther, and even
f,.ny,, 1,f, ,hoSaY, aop,ro1oc 70 ntrrcnd
his misery by lonely walks along the
sequestered byways. One afternoon he
was tramping along the river shore
when scream rang out In familiar
accents. He thrilled and started a
keen run as he realized that Esther
had uttered it. Turning past clump
of trees he saw her wringing her hands
In distress. Fording the shallow, but
broad water course, aiming to reach
the opposite shore, was rough look
ing man, ploughing through the water,
ankle to waist deep.
) "He is n tramp, a footpadt !" cried
Esther frantically, "he has robbed me
Of my necklace"
Everybody in Woodville knew of the
4
err had given her on her nineteenth
birthday, fabulously valued.
. "Halt! Come back, or I'll fire Y
shouted Dewey to the fugitive" but
the man splashed on his way.
Dewey drew his revolver. He aimed
at the knee of the escaping thief. The
latter uttered yell of pain, half fell
and halted and turned. The leveled
weapon a constant menace he limped
back TO where Dewey stood, flung the
stolen necklace Mt his feet and sank
to the ground. Dewey was fairly sur
prised to recognize himhs one of the
, men Duroc had employee in the tar
get contest.
"Sure shot, sure enough!" the fellow
; growled out. Il say, let me go, bullet
aud all. and I'll tell you something in
teresting"
"what do you meant" demanded
; Dewey.
, "Wen. I'm In cahoots with Duroc