Evening Star Newspaper, December 31, 1922, Page 38

THE SUNDAY ST. A WASHINGTON, D. C. \ + DECEMBER 31, 1922—PART 4. S R TRILBY MAY FOLLOWS A HUNCH |[Hunters in Africa Have Thrilling . EXPECT it was the girl with the | words, she had gotten herself up like tired eyes who gave me the start. | the average salesgirl—just a litile Not that she was the only one I smarter than most of her customers. noticed who looked weary in|But she was showing the strain of a this town during the week before | ten-hour da; Christmas. Scarcely. It would be harder to find anybody who didn't. Say, if all those department store | Santa Clauses were real and could see | what this holiday stuff actually amounts to. I'll bet they'd get to- “Tired, eh?” I suggested. “Clear to my bones.” says she. “But yowll have only three more days of it,” I went on. ‘““Then there'll be Sunday, and Christmas following on Monday, and after that things will mether on December 26, organize a|be easier, I suppose.” union, and queer the whole business.| “You're a good guesser,” says she, For this orgie of gift buying sure | “but you don’t get the whole picture. does end in a lot of headaches and! Know what'll happen after Christ- backaches. If you've ever indulged'mas? We'll be let out.” in a Christmas shopping rush vou, *Discharged?” I asked. don't have to be told, I guess. She nods. As for me, I got caught in it. as| us” she adds. wusual. Having come to be a young lady plutess all of a sudden it was up to me to blow some of my easy money on nice things for my friends. I'd wlready picked out gift: “I seen the floor mana- and others that he means to turn loose. We won't know just who's *WHO. ME?" SAYS SHE. YOU'D GET A LAUGH OUT OF MAW WITIY THAT, I'LL SAY. NO, I AINT EVEN A HALF ORPHAN.” Unele Nels and Barry Platt, when I remembered the folks up in Chen- wick, N. H., who were taking care of the old place I inherited last spring. There was Sairy Jewett, her husky daughter Millie and son-in-law Dun So 1 was skirmishing frant through the stores for things that would please them. and having a hectic time pushing through crowds of shoppers just as worried and tired as I was, and trying to get waited on jout of Maw with that, I'll say. by salesgirls whose nerves and dis- |ain’t even a half orphan. pesitions had been frazzled and|lieutenant in a fire company with jangled by a full month of overtime |good pay an’ all. So don’t work up work. Then, just as I grabbed up a string of near coral beads which a fat | lady had dropped for a moment. and had waved them impatient at the girl behind the counter with an “I'll take | washin' and bed makin’ back onto me. this,” and the two-chinned person had [ If it- wasn't for that 1'd be kinda glad turned to glare at me—well, it struck i myself, for 1 sure am sick of this old ticket's comin’ to me all right i They'11 bunch all this gift junk in the reg’lar joolry cases on the main floor, and it will be the fresh air for little ady “Tough luck.” says L ably vou're helping to support a sick | mother or seme one?” “Who, me? “Where do | you get that stuff? You'd get a laugh No, I tenement and spreadin’ gloom by sayin’ I've got the chuck. Maw’'ll be tickled . pink to shove the dish me that somewhere in the shuffle 1I'd | counter. lost some of that lovely Christmas| “Yes. it must be monotonous.” T spirit they talk about so much. |agreed Especially after the salesgirl had| e turned long enough to give me a ] U'VE said sump'n,” says she. brave little smile and say: “Just a moment, miss. Gotta take you in turn, you know.” i ‘lYU 1 It's deadly, that's what it 1 didn't mind so much when I first “Some folks,” adds the fzt lady,|vigned up last spring. I quit sec- “thinks they're the only ones on|ond vear high to take a job. They earth. Say, ain't you got any more of | Put me on as helper in the misses' them coral beads?” At which I pinked up in the ears and took shame to myself. “Sorry.” says I “You take these. No, really I can find something else that will; saleslady in a coupla years. That ain’t on that floor, and vou don’t have to do.” work your head off all the time. But 1 was simp enough to ask for a coun- fter and got landed up here just as \ ITH that I backed off hasty and | the holiday rush starts in. What a waited meek at another counter | boob!"” until another tired girl could sell me| “Kept you jumping. eh?” I asks. a turqoise-set bracelet that I hoped| “It ain't so much the work says Millie, could get around that plump|she. “I don't mind makin' sales to wrist of hers. But somehow, half an | parties that know what they want, hour or so later on, I'd drifted back |and in blouses they all seemed to have again to the necklace counter; not be- | some idea. They either liked ‘em or cause I meant to, but mainly on ac- | they didn't. But when it comes to count of losing my way, I suppose, | beads—Oh, lady! Ain't women the and traveling In & circle, as people do | fussy things? Say, I've had ‘em when they're lost in the woods. stand here for a solid hour pawin’ The girl was sorting out a tangled [ over the stock, holdin' up different snarl of bead strings and putting |strings to the light, tryin’ 'em on, them back in cases, but she stopped ' feelin’ ‘em, tastin’ em, and then when she looked up and saw me. maybe goin' off to look somewhere Also she treated me to a weak little |else. Generally they bring a friend smile. It was more mechanical than [along, and that always means before, but no less courageous. for it | they'll be twice as long:, for the was mear closing time and she was |friendll be strong for one kind, and probably hoping her bead selling was | they'll like something else better; over for the day. and I'll have to listen to all their “Maybe I could find another coral|silly chatter until I could ’'most string for you, miss,” says she. scream.” ever mind,” says I. “I didn't| “But you can still smile,” says I come back for that—simply stopped| “Can 12" says she. “I expect it's hers to get my bearing for the|habit. Maw says I get that from nearest elevator. Put ‘em away.” Dad. He's the smilin’ kind. ‘Happy “T wish to Gawd T could chuck the | Dan, they call him in the fire com- whole: lot in the river,” says she, this|pany. They say hell work all time with @ real curl of her mouth |through a three-alarm blaze and corners and a flicker of fun in her [never lose it, and I know he'll take dull eyes. a bawlin' out from Maw the same Then I noticed that they were deep | w: Makes her wild, too. She says blue eyes with rather long dark |I'm just like him. I dunno. You lashes. Probably when she wasn't so|wouldn't say I wasg carryin' a grouch tired they were sparkling eves. She |right now, en?” had vivid red hair, boxed of course.j “I'd mever suspect it,” says I. but the curl had come out of the ends| “Well, I am,” says she. “Honest, and it hung stringy about the pert|I'm so sick of beads that I wouldn't little face. Under the powder and|wear a string of real pink pearls. reuge I could guess that she had a|Not on a bet. Say, 1 ain’t done a falrly good complexion. She'd had|thing but handle .'em for more'n a her eyebrows plucked until only a|month; crystal, and coral, and ve thin stralght line was left, and she'd | table ivory, and genuine ivory, and besa quite lfberal in applying the rose | jade and turquoise and plain glass. paste to her finger nails.* In other |1 hate the sight of ‘em all.” * ok ok ¥ BY SEWELL FORD. “About three hundred of | feller got green in the-eye for nothin’ ger scoutin’ around this mornin® with { Oh. I'm the glad little Gladys, I am— his little pad, checkin’ off the extras | not. s for Inez and|ditched until the Saturday pay enve-|strap for half an hour, walk eight lopes are passed, but I guess a blue | | “And prob- | SumMp'n hot for me in the gas oven any scene of me goin' back to the, i so bad. There's & bunch of live ones| | | | | “You're tired out, that's it.' says I.| “Maybe,” says she. ‘Anyway, sump'n's got on my nerves, for I've got myself In wrong all around. I begun by havin' words with Mr. Stukey, the floor walker, when he tried to jump on me for not havin’ my stock sorted in the right cases. ‘Say, how many palr of hands do you think I got? I asks him. Just like that. And he reports me for bein’ fresh—the prune-faced mutt! Then I had a jaw with the old lady on ac- count of my goin’ to three dances last week. ‘Wha the good of livin' if you can't have some fun out of it? says I. And then that same night my at all and 1 told him where he got off. But there's the closin’ gong, thanks be! And now all I gotta do is to catch a Bronx express, hang on a | T o o 3y b A P i left | blocks, and hope that Maw's while she’s visitin’ Aunt Marie over in | Brooklyn.” H A * ok k% Gladys added this last detail | she spread a dust cover over the | Dad's a|showcases and threw me another of her brave little smiles. So I got this quick hunch and followed it up. “I'm facing a solo dinner. too,” says I. “How about joining me and | going home afterwards?” “You—you aint kiddin'?" she asks. | giving me a shrewd look from the| tired blue eyes. “No chance,” says I. “It just hap-| pens that I've made no dinner date with any one, and I despise eating| alone. You'll be dolng me 2 real| favor if you care to take a chance | with a stranger. T don’t look real! wicked and depraved, do 17" “You bet you dom't,” savs Gladys. “Why I could go a whole month of |close call by & rhino. “I Kkinda liked your looks from the start, and vou do talk like you| thought I was human. Sure, I'll take a chance if you will. But I'll hafta blouse department first, and if Id| i’ You up on the outside, near the stuck there I might have got to be 2 | peip's entrance.” “I know,” says 1. “On the side street. I'll be there.” If it hadn't been for the vivid red hair under the emart little gilt tur- ban, though, I doubt if I could have recognized her among the hundreds of others that poured in a hurrying stream from the side street door. There were dozens of red-headed girls among the crowd. too, but none with stringy bobbed hair of just that shade and none with exactly that pert lift of the chin and nose. “I was afraid I'd nlissed you,” says I “Couldn’t be done,” says she. *“I had my neck stgetched for you. I stopped to scrub up a bit. Eh? Goin’ in a taxl, are we? Pip, pip! “Thought we'd drop off.at my place for a few minutes.” says 1. “I could stand a little cold cream and hot water myself, and vou can rest while I'm fixing up—that is, unless vou're very hungry. “I ain’t got any more appetite than 2 window dummy has feelings,” says Gladys. “It's been up to 80 on our floor all day and towards 6 o'clock the afr gets that bad you could cut it with a knife. Can't work up any hunger in a place like that. Say, but outdoors smells good, don't it? ¥m Just gonna fill myself with this osone stuff. We're headed down town, ain't we?" S 1 explained about my East Side stndio and apologized for the neigh- borhood. “Can’t worry me,” says Gladys. "We used to live on Second avenue before dad got transferred to the Bronx; and they say some of them studios are real swell.” Whether sho was disappointed in mine or not § don’'t know, for she made no comment on it. When I showed her the long davenport in front of the fireplace and told her she might stretch out there she sim- ply took off her jacket and hat and went to ft. In two minutes she was Half an hour later when I asleep. * Experiences in Big-Game PurSI%it’ | through most of the | The wildest bursts | artists failed to thrill her, too, and | the eyes which followed some of the | reg’lar country, i so still and restful. roused her and suggested that per- haps she might like & hot bath she got up yawny and dazed. “Lucky you brought me out of it, Miss Dodge,” says she, “or I'd stayed right there until mornin’. Honest, I didn’t know how dog tired I was. Yep, I think I will try a splash in the tub if you don’t mind. Maybe I can soak some of the ache out of my bones.” * ok ok Xk O it was after 7:30 before Wwe'd finished putting a curl in her bobbed hair and everything and nearly 8 when we reached the roof garden I'd picked out as probably the place she'd like the best to go to for dinner. It's one of the biggest and noisiest on Broadway, with a jazz orchestra that hardly ever stops. “I thought probably you'd like to watch the people and the dancing,” says I “Yes,” says she. “Some speed to this joint. I was here once last win- ter—the week Tonny got his raise and before he got fired. Say, I be- lieve I could use a little food about now.” But I noticed that she bluffed courses and didn't even finish her biscuit Tortoni. from the jazz dancers were still tired eves. “What slews of people there are. eh?" says she. “In the stores, on the streets, everywhere. Just people, people’” I nodded, but said nothing. Gladys | was propping her pointed chin in one hand and gazing out at the shuffling feet. “Sometimes,” says she, “I get sick of seein’ ‘em. “I know,” says I. “I've felt that way myself. I'm not sure but that— “Do you know what, Miss Dodge?” she breaks in. “I'd like to get clear ! of all this just once—'way off, in the where there's real woods, and hills with snow on ‘em, and flelds and all that Oh, miles away, In the honest to goodness coun- try. I was there once—one summer, when dad had a ten-day leave and took us up in the Catskills. I was about twelve then, and I had one gor- geous time. Yeah-uh! Eat a lot of green apples and had the tummy ache, fell in a brook, and got stung by hornets. feed the little pigs. Say, ain't little pigs the funniest things? ‘Specially when they kink their little tails up and grunt and caper off. They're just screams. Got Charlie Chaplin beat a mile, I'll say. And everything I can just see that old hammock out under the apple trees now, where I used to lie on my back and squint up through leaves and listen to the bees hum antil T went to sleep. But maw, didn’t like it, so we never went there again. Gosh! I wish I could make a break for there right now.” “You wouldn’t enjoy swinging in a hammock under the apple trees at this time of year,” I suggested. “That's so, too,” she admits. “But 'd 1ike to see wWhat the country looks ltke in winter. Just once. I bet it ain’t so bad. Anyway, vou could find ots where you wasn't jammed in with a lot of people, couldn’t you?" “Stop it, Gladys.” says I. “You'r making me homesick for Chenwick.” “What's that?” says she. . “Chiefly,” says I, “it's a wide spot in the road up in New Hampshire that calls ftself a town. And about a mile out of Chenwick I own « house and farm. Spent all summer there and part of the fall. I've just been buying some presents for the folks who are taking care of it for me.’ “A farm!” says Glad “All vour own? Say, that listens pretty grand, that does. And it's real country, is it?” ‘About as real as it comes.” says I. ‘Woods and fields, and some of the bulliest hills you ever saw all around.” Shelley Describes How Lord Stafford was Bowled Over by a Charging Rhinoceros—The Buffalo That Doubles and Hides on Its Own Trail to Ambush the Hunter—Lady Stafford k] Saw 'em milk cows and | the she | Shoots a Buffalo and Breaks the Law to Prevent Its Suffering. 1 BY ER SHELLEY. HILE Lord and Lady Staf- ford congratulated them- | selves on the success of | their quest for kudu. we observed on the plains in the far dis- ! tance great clouds of dust. We de- cided that next morning we would 0 down and investigate. | No one in the party, not even one' of the porters, knew the way down, | but we decided to follow along the stream—that would be sure to take us to the plains. We expected the stream would run out across the plains to the river, but, to our sur-| prise, we found that it disappeared in the sand as soon as it got down | out of the hills. | When we started Lord Stafford and two gunbearers went ahead of the{ safari and after a time came upon! the fresh track which, his experience told him, was that of a rhinoceros. 1t seemed to be traveling just ahead of them. Lord Stafford and a couple of gunbearers followed the trail. Tt led them into a deep ravine. Here signs of extraordinary freshness were noted. So the safari was halted and the three followed on the trail. ! The ravine had many large bowlders and much devil's dagger. The latter grows round, about the size of a 12- gauge shell and three or four feet high, with a sharp, hard point. It is impossible to go through these daggers when the points are bending toward you without using the great- est precaution not to let the daggers ' stick into the flesh, which is not only painful at the time, but leaves a bad sore. But the rhino paid no attention to them, and so, by following his trail where he had knocked them down, they had fairly good going. ! EIE T HE ravine came to an end against a steep hill, so that there was no way for the rhino to come out except from the way he entered. The gun- bearers told me afterward that they noticed the wind was blowing from them on up the ravine, and they fully expected tha rhino would charge down upon them. 1 suspect that the gunbearers content to travel behind and, way. as they rounded a bend, Lord Stafford was in the lead and with startling suddennes came upon the rhino. The beast was standing behind some bushes and got their wind just {as they caught sight of him. | He snorted twice, then with a great | leap swung his tremendous body in; a ferocious charge. His speed mun} have been terrific, as Lord Stafford had only time to shoot one barrel pointblack at less than ten feet. The | shot did not take effect. | As he shot the second barrel the | were any- gun up with his nose. so that thg| bullet went high in the air. His fierce stroke almost tossed Lord Stafford, | but luckily the force of it was spent in.knocking the gun from his hands. Lord Stafford tried to fall back- ward, but did not do so quickly enough. The left shoulder of the| enormous animal hit him in the chest | and he came to the ground. It| knocked the wind out of him and he| lay helpless beside the trail. | The rhino might have returned and finished him had not the luckiest| thing that could be imagined hap- | Ipened. The two gunbearers had| taken to th lieels and flown ;down‘ ‘t)\a trail. The wind was blowlngi from them to the rhino, so that he likely fo kill two others, and ail seem to be of the opinion that N Vami ) - would be right to cross the river u:{ der these circumstances, we will d s0. 1If the government sees fit ., punish us for breaking the rules, o consclences will at least be clear * % X 0 we wade across. more than waist deep. It was a little Lord Sta 4 (¥4 “HIS TR%!}\ENDO[S STROKE WAS NEXT TO TOSS LORD STAFFORD. BLT. LUCKILY. THE FORCE OF IT ONLY K ED HIS G FR Gl A 'OM HIS HANDS. LORD STAFFORD TRIE KW (i DID NOT DO S0 QUICKLY ENOUGH.” L D TO FALL BACKWARD, BUT ] ORD STAFFORD said that his ex- perience with the rhino was enough for onme day, and as we had de- the and to camp where we were before scending to the plains he took opportunity to rest while Duncan I went out on a scouting trip. As we rounded a bend in a stream a large animal jumped and started run- ning. We could see that he would have to climb a steep hill that would put him in plain sight of us. Sure enough, he started up the hill, and as soon as he came in sight I saw it was a big bull buffalo with a good head. Duncan fired. The bull fell end over end and crashed into the underbrush below. To our surprise, the crashing did not cease when he hit the bottom: as he reached the ground he tore through the undergrowth toward us. We walked backward in the middle of “M.m-m-m'" says she, shaking her |never hesitated, but went on at full | "o FRFC P R R N e aavan- head and staring at me solemn. “And you look like you had a lotta good sense, t00.” “Very well, then.” says I, chuckling. “Let's go up and try it.” 17" says Gladys, her mouth com- ing open. “Whaddye mean, “On me,” says 1. “For a week. if we can stand it that long.” * ok ok ok uEl try 3t7 B “Stand it for a week!” says she. that.” “Well, shall we start tomorrow on the 10 o'clock?” says I. speed down the trail after them. Spotting a small tree they dropped their guns, each jumped and grabbed a limb and pulled himself up into the branches as.the rhino passed un- der them and on down the ravine. The gunbearers picked up their guns and ran back to see what had happened to Lord Stafford. As they approached he managed to sit up and in a short time returned to the safari. | much excited. It was his second He was pos- | sibly frightened at the time, but if| he was it soon wore off, as in’ the days that followed he was both per- | tag which would give us an opportunity for a shot should he bear down upon us. but he crossed the stream just around the bend not. more than thirty yards from us. and Duncan took z snapshot as he disappeared in the thick cover on the opposite side of the stream. We went to where he crossed. The bushes, grass and stones were spat- tered with blood. We followed the trail into the dense cover for a few yards, when it got so thick we could see only a few feet. I told Duncan that if there was any- thing in the world that 1 really feared And once more I had Gladys eye-|gistent and eager in his search for it was a ‘wounded buffalo. ing me with suspicion. “Say, what's the josh?" says she. “Was I kidding about the dinner?” 1 asked. an invitation as that was. You, with |your beefing about the crowds and the racket here, and with Your prat- tle about hills and woods and fields, vou've made me, homesick for my farm. But it wouldn't be much fun going up there alone, and I'm sure I couldn’t induce any of my friends to leave town just at Christmas. So there you are. Of course, if you were just talking—" “Me!” says Gladys. “Say, if you only knew how much I meant it. But —but there's my job.” “Which you expect to lose in a few days anyway,” I put in. “Of course, I shall make up what they dock you, and buy the tickets and all that.” “You would!” says she. “Say, you're a Teg'lar person, Miss Dodge. But I—T'd have to fix it with Maw first. Not that she’d mind getting rid of me for a while, but she'd want to know who I was goin’ off with, I expect.” “Absolutely,” says I “I'll write out for you the names and addresses of my banker and my attorneys. They can at least tell her that I am a fair- 1y respectable and responsible person. Could you call me up tonight and let me know? Of course, we might put it off for & day, but I'm in the mood to do something silly right now, and it might not last. So if you want to go—" You bet I do!” says Gladys. “Maw ought to be home by now and I'll beat it right up there. Say, I'm so ex- cited I hope I can tell it all stralght. But you'll hear from me before 11 o'clock, anyway, And thanks a lot for the dinner, Miss Dodge, Get me on a real farm though, and I'll show you I can eat like & new kid at an orphans’ home, You walit!” And it wasn't until after I'd gotten back to the studie and begun to pack a suitcase with some of my warmest dangerous game. 1 proposed to leave him and také up e things that T stopped to wonder i1 “Well. this is as straight{ cojy knew what T was about, or had | day, merely gone off on a tangent. The wilds of New Hampshire in mid-win- ter! What could I find up there to do | jwith this red-haired, town-bred sales- | girl? Wouldn't we be bored with Qhe1 country and with each other about the | second day? But perhaps her Maw | wouldn't let her go with some stranger who'd casually picked her| up. Maybe Dad, the fire Heutenznt.“ would object. And was I as much 7ed up on the city as I had imagined. | * k % ¥ BOUT then I opened one of the front window to let a little fresh air mingle with the surplus eteam heat of the studio, and the roar of New #¥ork came booming in. You know how It sounds—the crash and rattle of L tralns, the hooting of motor horns, the clatter of trucks and the mingled growl of distant traffic that never stops, but only tones down for an hour or so toward morning. There was & gray, dull sky overhead, with low heavy clouds lighted up by the street glare. Probably it would be snowing by daylight, with two or three inches of black slush as a re- sult. But the hurrying crowds would tramp through it, the stores would be jammed with pushing, worrled, steam- ing women and children. They would pack the street cars and the busses and the subway trains, and nowhere could you get away from it all. But up in Chenwick—I grabbed some thick woolen stockings and threw them into the sultcase just as Inez came in from a busy evening at her delicatessen shcp. “You ain't goin’ off Trilby May?’ she asked. . “That's the plan,” says L “Where?” she demands, *“Why,” says I, “I thought I weuld take a little trip up te Cheawlek, N. B | somewhere, | we're going to give Chenwick a try “But—but Christmas comes Mon- avs she. “Yes, that's one of the rcasons 1 want to leave tomorrow.” sayvs I. “You, see, Inez, I've spent several Christmas days in New York. and 1 know exactly what they're like. This time T mea nto duck.” “Huh'" says Inez. “You think itil be swell up on the farm now, do you “If there's any such thing as peace | on earth,” says 1, “it ought to be found there. Anyway, there's no chance of running across it here. 'We?” says Inez. “Who else?” “A young friend I found in a de- partment store this afternoon.” says I. “T believe her name is Gladys. Inez was gawping at me. “Who is this Gladys, anyhow?” she demands. “She was selling beads,” says 1. “and she was good and tired of it Also she wants to see what the coun- try looks like in winter. So we planned this spree between us. She's going to meet me at the station in the morning; that is, if her folks will let her. There's the phone now. Probably she has found out.” Gladys had. “Say, I can go!” she whoops. “Whaddye know, eh? Maw threw a fit at first, byt I talked her over. Where'll 1 meet you? How about right in front of information? Sure, I'll be there at quarter of 10, all set. And oh, boy! but this is gonna be one grand little excursion, eh?” “Well?” asks Inez, after I'd hung up. t's & & says 1. “We're off for the country in the morning, May be sone for a Week or ten days. “Say,” says Inez, staring at me, think you get foolish in the head. “Same to you and many of ’em, Inez, old dear,” says 1. “Hand me tihat hemespun sport skirt of mine, will you?’ (Copyright, 1922, by Bewell ¥ 1 e of as much open space as possible, ! either find him dead or so stiff that | he would not likely get the better of us. rhino was so close that he tossed the | found buffalo trail and so had decided | Next morning Duncan and I picked spoor and proceeded | !up the blood | with les: much caution. than 100 vards when Duncan whispered that he could see him. He |advanced another step, took aim and | fired. and the bull rolled over. | The animal had done the very thing |that 1 was afraid he might do the | evening before. He had gone for 200 vards into the thick cover, made & circle and come around within a few feet of his own trail. and was hding behind a bush and watching for us intending to charge as we came along on his tracks. But he had stood in the one place until he became so stiff that it pained him to run. He ev dently had not moved during the night and was helpless when we ar- rived. * * HE buffalo and elephant are the only two animals that have rea- oning power enough to do this, Man hunters have been killed both by buffalo and elephant that were hid- ing and guarding their own trail and charged the hunter at close range. We spent five days hunting here and saw a great many herds, but all cows, calves and young bulls, so we came to the conclusion that the big bulls were somewhere by themselves. Finally we came to the river across twelve miles of level plains and were preparing to eat our lunch. To one side was a large tree with branches |s0 low that the lower limbs touched jthe high grass. As I parted the branches, a large animal tore out the |other side, making a tremendous noise as he galloped away. He swung in a half circle and crossed the river We could see him plainly as he got {some distance away and swung nearly | broadside to us. It was a good buf- ! falo bull. T was in favor of trying more trees, | £0 we went up to within twenty vards of another and I threw a club in | under the branches and out came two {big bulls. Lord Stafford had two {shots at the one on the right and Lady | Stafford two at the one on the left. | All of the shots were fired before the |bulls were more than sixty vardsj |away. They kicked up such & cloud of dust that hardly more than their tails were visible, I Isom\ saw that he was hard hit Duncan and Lord Stafford watched lll\e other; he was hit also. l They ran as the first one we. had crossed the river. We found both crossings. At length Duncan spied on the opposite bank the one that he was watching. He was staggering and seemed to have & hard time to stand. A discussion immediately started: ‘Was it right or wrong to follow them into the southern game reserve, the boundary of which was the river and in which it was fllegal to hunt? I sald that T was well acquainted with Mr. Woosman, the chief game ranger, and ihat he was both broad- minded and fair. and I believed that if we were to go to him and explain the circumstances he would stand by us as being in the right should we cross the river and finish the 1wo badly wounded bulls. be far from right to leave them to suffer and die of their wounds. \ the trail in the morning, when we would We proceeded | watched Lady Stafford’s bull and | jumped—in a semi-circle—and both | Lady Stafford thought that it would | Lord Stafford said, “It we do not get thoge two bulls, we will be very ford and Duncan went out and fi ished the bull that was in ight. In the meantime Lady Stafford and 1 had found the trail made by the on she had shot and were following it up The grass was fairly high and we could not see far. Presently he roc up from out of the high grass, 10 vards ahead, and turned and faced 1 stepped aside and told her to sho im. Her first shot broke his shoulder 50 that he could not charge. He too a couple of steps and turned slight Her second shot hit him in the buit of the neck and down he came. We remained in the neighborhoo until each had the two buffalo apiec« allowed. Lord Stafford remarke that this beat all the buffalo huntiny that he had ever heurd of. “I have always been under the i pression that buffalo lay up in thicl jungles during the day, while this hunting reminds me of jack-snipe shooting on a marsh over in Can ada.” he said. I explained to lim that the Law Natron country was the only cour try in East Africa where buffu grazed out in the open by day, as v their habit in olden times, A few days later we started hon - ward bound. Every one was happ: All the porters were singing as the marched along. Lord and Lady Stafford told thei friends that they had had the mos! | successtul and enjoyabie trip tha i they had ever had. They were co: | gratulated on all stdes for having =¢ | cured the greater kudu and the f | 1imit of buffalo. As for myself, I was very glad i, I not proud, of having been the Wi ! hunter on a trip so successful (Copyright, 1922.) [ | Knowledge Sharpens Sight. \ 7ONDERFUL stories are told of the powers of vision y Q-srml by savage races. 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