The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1900-11-29

Ny blood toiled ~ MeTveedie vslttS
10 the tee sad. csrsislly plscins bis bel
on The .msll mound Of sspd uhieh b
had noalded With bic treckled hand
started 10 drive of He vas alone, Since
my deiestst bic hsnds MeTsssdis bad
sssnmed 90 sir toward me which plsinly
said, "Yon are not Of present on my hori
gsn'" There vas black gall 10 my heart
a placed my right hand on 40 aged
silvertown ball aud swore. BY the shades
OF St Andrew. / gill be reveneed
Bn, hoxg How could | scbieye the
dosnisli OF The popular MeTseedie. the
man who beld slf 10 ihrsll. whose ire
ptosehsble accent bad won the recent
match with the Glenleyei club and who
had defeated that peerless golfer. i,
Humpkin Of the Airmouth clubf II vss
iodeed q hard problem. Bot just then
Mcrweedie's osddy looked 1t me know
insly and placed the iofehoser OF bis
left hand on his right eye. 10 momsnt
| ssw what wss meant. MoTseedie's
csddy was willing TO cell him out, Here
was my opportunity. Bot couli ], IS
true golfer, seizf III Then ! remem Der
ed the scornful glsnces which Miss Van
Bunker.Smytne had thrown st me since
my isntminious defeat at the hands Of
this same McTweedie.
Hold oopl cried TO Mcleedie. ss be
addressed the ball in thst zsz,g, proies
sionsl manner that had endesred him TO
ell. Dinna fash yersel', Oi'll play ytz,
4 sm Irish and ., times my dialect fails
me) ON play yez Tor the drinks aud
for the honor Of ouhld Scotland
Yell do nae sic thing. replied Nc
Twsedie. with bis scorniul. oatmeal emile.
BY this time, between the difficulties Of
tSo dialects and the naughty cir Of
MoTweedie, was we'll nigh crszsd.
Hootl l yelled. BY me psthrou saint
OH bang ytz over the head WI yer sin
niblick If ye dinnsl Hooil viii ye no
COON oopp
At this last MeTweedie glanced st me
doubtfnllY. l looked him squsrely 10
the eyes, and holding my csddy bss nm
der my left arm as II it we're bsgpipe,
bummed twice through "Ye banks and
brses O. Bonnie Doom. how csn ye bloom
,se fresh and iair2 This fixed Mel weedie
lie drove of. and followed. AT the first
opportunity | showed the end OF = u
bill to his caddy aud again ssw him
place the iorefnger OF his left hand on
1is ngh; eye. knsW that oil was we'll,
Never have seen . ciddy work so ei
ectively. No matter how we'll McTweed
10 drove, trsssied or approached, his ball
vas always found in the worst possible
Occasionally the caddy would
leftly place II 10 the center Of = tuft OF
,rass. Now and then he would step on
and sink it half way in to the ground.
Three times he lost il, and McTweeiie
wore at him long and loud in bis best
ccent, Finally said:
Ochone. will ye NO bully the bairn to
lea hp and McTweedie said no more.
At the thirteenth hole McTweedis was
opelessly beaten. No csdcy ever played
'etler than bis. Not for Q moment was
ny rival in the game, and. pSle with hste
10 threw down his clubs 1t the 6nish and
trode for the locker house.
Yell hse wee bit nipple O. the Scotch
NJ me2 l inquired ssrcssticslly and 10 .
bud enough tone for Miss Van Banker
mythe TO hear.
Aw, gwsn, snsrled MoTwesdis, and /
Aw with delight the sensitive Miss Van
'unker-Smythe shudder % she heard
lie Bowery slang. Here was . chance to
pring the uusdul.erased Scotch, but 10 o
~ excitement mixed things. J
Ytz played sic extraordinary golf, Alex,
said, that ! hss gude mind ns'or 10 t.
se sugbt TO do wid yer. Sivin oop 90 u
We to plsyl Would na that jar ytzP ! Il
sked, turning TO Miss Van Bunker.
mythe. Luckily for me that estimsble u
'dy was SO much affected by my decisive Ii
ictory over McTweedie that she did not Il
office my accent. In fact, go moved was
be that she even forgot her own long q
rsining, e
HtmmeIl che broke forth. Wilhelm I
ss hast du getbsn' Du biss ein Held Il
on gezsichnetstem Stie,
Bot at this point my look Of am ,ment 3
I'D horror stopped her, and she blushed
deep crimson, . color that reminded me n
. rowan berry sgsinst the dark loch Of
och SEWN. Y
Forsie me, she said broksnly, and /
oreied her,
That eight as | sst 10 . dark corner Of
be vtrsuds With Miss Van Bubker- v
mythe heard her wee voice say: G
Bot how KAN ye sse to deies. AleIf o
thocht O. ye, me lsssie, | replied sr o.
entity. and Miss Van Bunker-Snythe Y
estled closer to me. .
Far of 10 the shsdow OF the fret bun
er coull hear McTwesdie greeting y
'iily. Bot oil is fair 10 golf and love. d
I'D before that mem orsble night vas e
Ver Miss Van Bunker-Smytbe had pro
Used to add yel smother hyphsn to her
sme