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Show I NKAlil.V A TK.lliKHV. ! II. N. ItoivrniK Niirrmvly K-npcH IU'hiK Sll.,1 I,M II. i Manager U N. ltowring of tin Forest House ought to think him se!f the luekiesl man in Cli i'i::(en-doni. i'i::(en-doni. Tliurt-diiy afternoon lie and Mov.er.il others were clearing som' old duds out of tho hotel hase-ment. hase-ment. A girl ran across a rusty pistol and drew a theatrical head on Mr. I'.owring, the point of tho pistol reaching within a few feet of his nose. She laughingly pressed tiie trigger, hut tho rust prevented the descent of the hummer, hum-mer, for the pistol was cocked. She waschided for her act with the words that ,-it might he loaded," which caused a deal of. laughter among the crowd. A few moments later Mr. Cowring took up. the pistol, aimed it . downward- and carelessly pulled tho trigger there .was a loud: report and a leaden missile pierced the floor and buried-itself deep in the earth beneath be-neath tho house. Tho pistol was loaded, and if the girl had put a trill e more force in her pull at the trigger. Mr. Bowring would have been a dead. man. The crowd realized tins and stood aghast. Some one o'.se may try ; that fool-hardy act tomorrow, but it won't . be one of that crowd. |
