The weekly examiner., 1901-06-22
The boy shook his head in & hope

less sort of way.
 'ssTain't no use, I guess,'' he said, resignedly. Father said I couldn't work for nobody less I paid him three a week board" ! "I'l have little talk with your father myself,'' he told the boy, and then and there he stalked in upon the miser and gave him piece of his mind. Among other things he in- formed the farmer that if he didn't treat his son better, he, Wetherby, would make the town too hot to hold l him. -...-- ....... Two days after Jamie, smart in new clothes and a red cap, started in on his duties as a caddie. In weeks time the boy became the star cad die of the course.
 From almost the first time the boy was absolutely happy from morning to night. Then came a disappoint- ment; Wetherby took to playing with partner two or three times week-a very beautiful young lady, whom Jamie learned to call Miss Eliza beth.''
 Now, Wetherby had been working himself up into splendid form, but when he got to playing with the girl Jamie was much worried to notice that he went all to pieces on his drives and couldn't putt a little bit. And the worst of it was that as time went on Wetherby's playing fell off more and more.
 Strange to say, Jamie found it much easier to caddie for the two than for &0 the ball got lost, and one day when at the fourteenth hole, the guttie had popped over the fence into his fa- ther's place, and Jamie asked if he should go after it. Wetherby said: 'Yes, Jamie, and if you find it in less than an hour I'll discharge you!"
 When poor, bewildered Jamie re- turned in exactly one hour, he found the two sitting under tree, and Wetherby remarked, very formally: "Mr. Mcleod, let me introduce my fu- ture wife,"
 Then the young lady drew the boy close to her. You're glad, Jamie, aren't you?" she said, softly.
 The boy blinked hard for minute. "Yes," he retorted, sturdily; "I'm really and truly glad-though kind CT hate to see a good golfer spoiled"
 One day a week later Jamie was caddying for Miss Eliza abeth alone; Wetherby was to join her little later.
 Jamie, with the girls bag slung over one shoulder, and her red jacket over the other, wasestanding close to his fathers cattle yard fence, watch ing for the drive-off at the fourteenth hole.
 She made rather 8 bad foozle, the ball going far to left out of the right direction. The two were making for the ball as it lay near a turbulent lit tie mountain brook, and were almost there, when they both turned at the sound efa panting animal, and there within 20 yards came Farmer Nc sLeod's saxa9e hnf4s his head lowered,
 The girl gave a scream and stood stock still from sheer fright. There was no shelter at hand.
 Jamie held cleek in his right hand. The bag fell to the ground with a rattle, but with his other hand he still grasped the red jacket.
 Make for the brook" he cried; and turning about he waved his jacket in the face of the furious brute.
 With a below of rage the bull made straight for him. Jamie stood his ground till the beasts horns were all but on him; then deftly he stepped one side, and lifting the cleek dealt the animal fierce blow on the nose.
 The bull turned and charged on him again. As Jamie 1eaped to one side for the second time his foot slipped on the slippery turf, and twisting his ankle he fell helpless to the ground. He flung himself face downward on the grass and waited for those dreadful horns to strike him.
 But even as he did so he heard Wetherby's voice, and then the sound of a pistol shot, followed by another and another. Then an agonized bel low and a heavy thud.
 Then Jamie tainted.