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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 27, 1912, Image 13

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Wh"en Mrs. Weathers returned
frofri the charily $atinee, she
fdund the HvinjLrcfotn in quite a
mess. Her husbjtnjf s&t in the
green .plush Morrfschair clean
ing arid oiiihg ah. already per
fectly cleaned and oiled expensive
hammerless double-barrel maga
zine shotgun. .
" "Well, .what .in the. world?"
trembled JJVirs". .Weathers.
"Behold ih hie tke mighty Nim
rod come agjairl upon earth,"
orate'd Mr. Weathers. "In plain
-words, I'm going hunting."
But you couldvT: hjt the py
ramids," objected Mrs. Weathers.
"Wouldn't?" retorted, het hus
band. "When I was a bpjrback
at Dariby Statiqrit could tiick the
mote, out of a hypdcrife's eyje half
a, mile., the other side of Jericho.
See vh:at I bring back."
'Early riext morning he left, to
meet Billy DaYrell, who was to
lead him to the happy htlhting
Mr. Weathers was the first to
- discover game. A rabbit scam
pered across a fieid, arid Nimrotf-come-again-updn-earth
bled over the rail fence and
blazed 10 harmless rounds of am
munition at the fleeing cotton
tail. Instantly a gray-"bearded
patriarch bobbed up from a fence
corner. . ,.
Reckon ez how that there vol
Jey will cost you bout $5. This
here land is posted."
He indicated a sign which
Weathers had not berceived. Mr.
Weathers very magnanimously
handed over the $5 and rejoined
ihe, grinning Darrell in the iane.
Half & mile up the winding thor
dUghfare he made another dis
covery. . , "Memories of Mombasa ! Talk
abotit your wild ducks !"
Springing over the low fence he
Hastened to a pond where a score
df white, .awkward fowls paddled
calmly. Bang, bang, bang! went
the expensive repeater. Quack,
quack, quack ! went the awkward
white fowls, as they gave up the
Ddrrell grinned. "Those ducks
are not Wild. They couldn't have
flown, over the fence."
Another patriarch rushed up,
wildly flourishing his hands.
"Look a-here, Mr. City Smart
alec you fork over 20 or I'll
have Constable Sim Sanders arter
you. Them ducks is full-blood
Grudirigly this time, Mr.
Weathers produced a crisp $20,
dnd the hunters proceeded in si
lence. Entering a thick wood,
they were both startled as some
heavy, clumsy animal charged
down Upon them'. Mechanically
Mr.. Weathers raised gun to
shoulder and pumped lead. There
Was a despairing moan and the
monster dropped. They hurried
up to find a sleek and beautiful
Jersey dying at the feet of a third
irate patriarch. Mr. Weathers
"What's she worth? Fifty
dollars?"" m ;
"Seventy-five !" snapped the
patriarch. "Gen-u-wine blue
ribboh butter-maker."
"Fine stock in this wilderness'

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