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Show TAKING NO MORE CHANCES., Keeper Had. Special Cartridges For Poor Marksman. Dr. Sowdrd Webb at h. dinger at Shelburne Farms, hU great Vermont 'estate, said of a certain poor marksman: marks-man: "Visiting his English brother-in-law, he shot the hoad keeper In tho leg the Ore', morning ho tried pheasant shooting. Tha man limped away cur3- ,lng herrlbly. Next day ho had wretched wretch-ed luck, though tho wounded head keeper without malice had assigned him to a fairly good place. Bang, bang, bang, went hl3 gun evesy few seconds, but not a bird fell before it He was much cui'-jarrased. It seemed, too, that at oach of his mlssos the under keepors smiled at ono another oddly. Finally his cartridges gave out. He hurried to tho nearest keeper and demanded more. 'Thoro ain't no more, sir,' the man answered. 'No more? Nonsense. Why, you've got at least 1,000 In that box' The keeper flushed and stammered: 'Ah, but them' ain't for you, sir. They're fcr another gent. They've got shot in 'era, air.'" |