The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-09-13

ton of his shooting stick. His
host was the only one who seemed
to take him entirely as a matter
of course.
I'VE are starting with partridge
drive, van Westrheene," he an
nounced." Shoot a high cock pleas
ant if one comes over. Leave the
low hens as they are bound to
come out again from the wood"
II shoot the hareS and rabbits
yes" Mijnheer van Westrheene
inquired anxiously.
Rather. We have too many
hares. Glad you thought to ask
me-"
your keeper-he blows a horn,
perhaps, when the game rises?"
HE blows a whistle-same
thing. The heaters are all wait
ing now behind those fields Of
roots. You see the guns on the
other side of you? You are mum.
Der two where your loader is
standing and am number one
at the corner there"
PERFECT MACHINE
Van Westrheene glanced to the
right and to the left; then. as the
whistle sounded, he planted his
shooting stick in the ground, took
up a firm stance in front of it and
leaned forward. At the finish Of
the drive there was no longer any,
one inclined to think Of him in
the least as a figure Of fun.
Without a tremor, like a perfect
machine, he swung his gun and
he swept everything on the wing
from the skies. Not a smile or a
wrinkle on his face betrayed any
satisfaction, even when he brought
down a woodcock which had been
missed all along the line. He took
his second gun from the loader
with only the slightest movement
of the body. His long arms seemed
to reach everywhere. HareS were
perpetually turning somersaults on
either side of him. MatreSser, who
had shot very little himself, was
surrounded at the end Of the drive.
What on earth is this you have
brought down to make us look like
farmers on bank holiday shoot?"
BemroSe, the lord lieutenant, asked
MatresSer. "Is he a trickster or
is this his usual performance"
Never saw him before three
days ago." 'Matresser explained.
HE brought his little yacht into
the harbor and called at the house
to pay his respects. Dutch GUS
tom, I suppose. I thought I had
better ask him to shoot one day,
but I never expected a circus turn
out like this"
THE man is a juggler," Benz
rose declared. IT never saw such
shooting. He killed everything
within so yards, including those
his reverence, the dean, missed"
Sheer butchery I call It," an
other man grumbled.
LIKE A SPORTSMAN
mo, he shot like a sportsman"
Matresser conceded. For exam.
pie. I just asked him to leave the
low hens alone. and he never
raised his gun to one"
ivan Westrheene," Bemrose re-
Elected. II seem to know the
name. Has he estates in Hol.
land?"
He told me he had several thou
sands acres of shooting there, Ma
tresser replied. ..
They made their way down to.
ward the woods. MatreSser. during
their progress to the stands, caught
up with his foreign guest.
my dear fellow" he exclaimed,
you have completely astonished
our local SportSmen. I never saw
anyone shoot with such precision
iii my life"
Van Westrheene bowed gravely.
ut is good sport. that" he de.
clared. There is plenty of game.
/ like to kill. If my guns are good
and the cartridges are fresh, it is
not often that fail"
MatresSer left him at his stand
and passed on to join his sister
and Elisabeth Stamier. 80.
REMAINS SILENT
For heavens Sake!" Ann i'm.
plored, tell us who is your pictur.
eSque-looking triumph"
MatreSser opened his lips to re-
ply. but some nameleSs impulse
kept him silent for moment. and
he found himself watching Elisa
beth. She was looking away
over the tops Of the trees. Even
his somewhat prolonged pause
rad no effect.
next week." invited MatreSseer.
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