The record-union., 1897-06-27
MRS. WHIN'S CADDIE.

| TO the ways of truth. Those ne llkeu
spoke of him with respect, but the awe
i of people he did not favor was mixed
| with fear, and they called him young
villain softly among themselves.
| There was a legend that Dow had
| been born on the links; il was quite
| certain that he had been bred upon
them escaping wonderfully from
school, and becoming a great authority
on golf long before he was taller than
a cub He was a tyrant among the
| caddies, and his fame was as wide as
| the sea that licked round the SANDS
| below.
I'll put you in charge of Dow. He'll
-er-take you round the course" SAID
the Generals introducer, on that lonely
hero's first coming upon the green
THAT is, if we can get hold of him
| there's always a run on Dow
who is hep
"Oh. a caddie."
II see," said the General, twisting
his big mustache; "a small chap to car
ry the clubs-and pick out the right
one-hey?"
The Generals introducer was one OF
the many who respected Dow he
wagged forefinger coaxingly, and lit
tie shape rose slowly out of the whins-
Dow was Injured to prickles-approach-
| ing the two with a solemn stalk.
Can you-will you take my friend
round this morning." said the Generals
introducer humbly. Dow considered.
II can gle him a round" he said; but
he mamma be over slow. l hae tWa
| leddies and the Juke forbye."
The Generals friend lent him his Sec
| ond-best driver and an iron putter, and
| hurried away to play a match OF his
own. The General had never played
golf before He did some queer things,
and Dow admonished him with all prop
er scorn.
81 guessed that ye couldna play when
T saw him gle ye that auld thing" he
said, glancing at the weapon that was
being wrongly swung. Where d'you
come frae?"
india" said the General shortly.
"Ye're a sodger?" Dow inquired, with
a. lordly condescension, as he put the
ball on the tee, and drew out of reach
of the Generals wild brandishing of his
club
He! We wadna kill mony niggers II
ye couldna hit straighter nor that!
said Dow.
The General was not humble. He
wound UP that round by pitching his
driver upon the green, and taking his
small instructor suddenly by the scruff.
Then he shook him like a kitten in the
middle of the links.
"Ill no forget you," said Dow, star
ing in establishment after this polo
stranger. "Ill no forget!'
y; iflc
was one of these; but he was not earn
est enough, and had frivolous way
of bringing out an umbrella, which
Dow, the contemptuous, was Obliged TO
carry. The minister was another; he
while playing fairly-talked theology
in a general way with Dow, who thirst
ed for information about the devil. The
first favorite of all was Mrs. Whin
She was a little widow who. lived in
a big house she had taken lately, and
who put all her mind for the present
into the business of learning golf. She
was related distantly to the Duke, ana
so people made much of her; some
liked, some hated her, but every cne
was polite.
Dow was her right hand and counsel
or; she never played without his little
pale, saucy face at her elbow, and when
he had bidden her get a scarlet coat'
she had done so meekly.
TT doesna look purposelike for you
to be creepin' about the links in black
if you were five times a weedow," he
had pronounced, and she had laughed,
and ordered the coat when she went
to Aberdeen.
Dow was greatly yexed when MRS.
Whin and the General got acquainted.
The General was close and shy. he
put UP at the Gordon Arms, and SEEM
ed to have no plausible reason for ap>
pearing in this particular spot. His
one friend-a man Mrs. Whin knew
slightly-had got him into the club and
introduced him to one or two old fog
ies-had also presented him casually to
Mrs Whin. But this friend had gone
south and could not be applied to for
information-and the General remained
pottering about the town and links like
a fish out of water.
There were two or three old soldiers
thereabouts, but they had all gout and
long troops of daughters. The General
was an exception, tall, spare and fiery,
with sad eyes that interested Mrs.
Whin.
''The man is a mystery" said one
lady to another. Their husbands could
not help them in this thing for once.
company of women were sitting on
the vanished veranda of the ladies'
club, and one or two were leaning over
the palings talking. 1t was tea time,
but the good people whose turn it was
to boil the kettle had made a terrible
smoke inside, and the rest had all
crowded out.
Within a stones throw was the mems
stern granite clubhouse; behind, the
green golf-lines rose and dipped to
the sea; and in front, a far speck, was
Mrs. Whins red jacket near which
hovered the long shape of the General.
Dow, a sulky, slow-moving object, was
hugging stack of clubs.
Mrs. Whin was making coquettish
motions, raising her driver, and drop
ping it in the swing, and asking about
her stroke. The General-that bad
player-was counseling earnestly. After
a little they parted, and Mrs. Whin
came tripping up to tea.
What is he here for?" said one of
those sitting outside the club, as she
turned her head to glance in at the
others struggling with smoke inside.
They were not all conscious that Mrs
Whin, who had entered, was by an
open window
Nobody knows-and he is continual-
ly prowling-''
Il wouldn't say that of a soldier.
May"
Well scouting-spy-"
mo, noi'
'At any rate marching round peo-
pies back premises. Call it what you