He Was In Luck

A Maine veteran of the Aroostook war tells a stcry of how good luck brought a poor marksman out of a bad scrape. (Jovernor Fairfield visited Houlton and reviewed the troops stationed there as commander-in-chief, and, of course, it was the biggest kind of a military event. The Dexter rifle company had some crack shots in it, and as part of the exercises in honor oí the g-overnor's coming' they were marchsd out for target practice. As they maCe some excellent hits, the figure of an Indian beinjj a mark, the governor expressed his plasure in their proficiency and said loud enoug-h for the men to hear: "Xow, I would like to see your very best marksman try his skill." In the coiapany was s man noted for not being able to hit anything, and at once, in a spirit of deviltry, the cry ran the line repeatiny his name in answer to the governor's calL Without flinchiny he stepped six paces to the front and saluted: "Wbsre do you wii-at me to hit him, governor?" he asked with perfect oomposure. "Jut at the bottom of his left ear, sir," said the chief magistrate, pointing- at the mark. "All right, sir." The soldier raised his gun, shut his eyes and turned his head away as usual and fired. The men were all on a broad grln at the great joke of the thing-, but when the bullet struck the mark whittling ofE a plece of the Indian's left ear, there was a shout of surprise that could be heard all over the to;vnship.