The weekly examiner., 1901-06-22
O6e Sfor Coddie of MeadoeUfield
By Douglas z. Doty.

' TITLE Jamie Mcleod, the young stock farm ran parallel to the Mead owfield golf course, despite his name and his sandy hair, was truly Yankee.
 Mcleod senior was a widower; he was also a miser of the most pro- nounced type, and poor Jamie led anything but joyous existence till that day when young Tom Wetherby, the club champion, hired him as a caddie.
 Jamie had to exist on a diet of po- tatoes and oatmeal and not any, too much of either. He was allowed to go to school In the forenoon, but aft ernoon he was forced to mind the cows and do numberless chores about the farm.
 The fourteenth hole lay alongside of McLeod's cattle yard and high fence separated the two. On an av- craze about two golf balls a day dropped in on the farmers side, and he never would alow any of the play CTS or the caddies to climb the fence, for the balls sold for ten cents apiece In the village.
 Jamie had reached that age when he began to be ashamed of his tat tered clothes and rebellious in heart that his father never allowed him a cent of spending money. The last straw was when he had sold a pair of baby rabbits of his own raising, and the farmer made him turn over the proceeds to him.
 'That's my money, and mean to keep it!" Jamie had said in his de- Eberate way.
 ''I'm your father, and you'll have to do as I say!" retorted the old man, and his eyes travelled significantly from the boy to the handy strap.
 Poor Jamie had already felt the sting of the strap once that day, so he decided discretion was the better part of valor, and remarked: "Fa- ther, supposin' I could hire out to work for somebody, would you let mel"
 ''Ef anyone is fool enough to hire shiftless, good-fer-nothin' chap like you, might let yer go, providin' you pay me for yer board and 1odgin'; seein' your my son, we'll say three dollars a week!"
 Tom Wetherby was practicing on new putting green the next after noon, when a ragged urchin walked timidly up and touched his cap.
 Pardon, sir!" he said; 'but do you want to hire a caddie?''
 Now, it so happened that Wetherby was searching for a good caddie, so he looked the caddie over critically.
 "Go home and fix yourself up in some respectable clothes, and I will think about it!" he replied a bit sharply, and he went on practicing.
 Presently he glanced up from his play and saw the boy sitting with his back to big elm, and gazing for 1ornly at his ragged shoes.
 There was something so abiect in the droop of the boys head that Wetherby strolled over to the lad.
 "Well, youngster," he remarked, kindly, "why don't you do as I sug- gested?"
 ''I haven't got any other clothes," said the boy, wearily. "These is all I got.''
 Wetherby took notice then, for the first time, of the boys face that shone from soap and water; of his curly brown hair that had been brushed with scrupulous care.
 ''What's your name?" asked Weth. erby.
 "Jamie Mcleod, sir.'
 ''What! The son of old miser Nc Leod?" cried the other. ''Poor lit. tie chap; so that's the way of it! I'll give you 8 try. I'll pay you three dollars week to start. If you prove a success I'll make it four. How's that?" .-..- -..r.-ss..f.-.
 The boy's face had grown fairly radiant with, joy; then suddenly the light went out of his eyes. -..- r..-ft
 ''I s'pose I don't look fit,' he said. woefully. er o~ a,a5,-,, ,,.,
 70, that's all right,"t said the. man cheerfully. ''Pn give you ae couple .oaa weeks pay in advance. That ought to pretty we'll fix you up, hadn't it?"