Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1902-02-20

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said Mr.. Gasket. He himself played a
brilliant game when he did his best
But what with coaching one, manag-
ing another. welcoming everybody,
| home folks and visitors alike, it is not
strange that he could not give his
whole attention to the game
1t was fine course, with a water
hazard in the shape Of a spring branch,
excellent putting green's and beautiful-
ly close turf. 1t was by Tommy's
suggestion that the turf on the Prior
share of the course had been grazed
down with the flock of sheep only two
days before Tommy indeed had been
wonderfully active in all manner Of
good works for the match Mr.. Gas
ket knew hazily how his nickname
had stuck and stung and repented hay
ing given it, but was unwise enough to
think he could smooth over matters
by particular .complacence to the lad.
"We shall beat them by scratch.
We shall certainly beat them. Master
Thomas" he said, watching a particu-
larly clean drive by Alison. Tommy
looked bored. "Don't strike me your
games as good as those other peo-
PIES" he said, nodding toward the OPP
posing players.
Mr.. Gasket tried to look panied.
''Why don't you say our game, Tom
N.Y." he asked reproachfully. eve
must pull together, every soul of us, if
we are to VIM
ooh, you've got all those other fell
lows to root for your Tommy said sar-
castically. II couldn't do thing but
roar. 1 amt nothing but Whelp, you
know"
This time Mr. Gasket really did look
panied, though he tried to mask it as
blank innocence. 1t was his turn to
play, and the game was so even that
the fate Of it hung most likely upon
his next three strokes. His ball lay
both we'll and ill--in place that if he
could successfully loft it would mean
almost certain victory, but said lofting
required a position neither ministerial
nor dignified. 1t was in a little cuppy
turf hollow not far off the boundary.
A low fence marked the bounds.
Across it sheep hustled and rummaged
peacefully through weed grown stub
bic. The minister took no note of them
nor of anything indeed save the little
white ball lying SO snug in the faded
grass. Half STOPPING, half crouching,
he grasped his mashie firmly in his
hand.
The rest was chaos plus earthquake
at least to the Gasket inner con-
sciousness Friends and foes in watch
saw woolly, horny headed streak as
sail the STOPPING figure, send said fig
ure over upon it's head, then, with Wig
Orous thumps, roll it over and over
across six yards of turf. Nobody knew
just what might not have happened
had not Tommy bravely rushed to the
minister's rescue, caught Blinky by
the horns and forced him, struggling
| and bleating, back over the fence he
had leaped like flash of lightning.
In spite of doing all that Tommy
feet. TT hope you're not hurt too bad,
SIR he said politely.
< Gasket was a sorry sight. His trou-
sers were torn, his face scratched, the
eye upon which Blinky had landed his
last thump rapidly going out of bust
ness. The rest, hurrying up, could not
help laughing, Alison clearest, merriest
of them ALL AS Gasket caught the
sound he said, backing away, "The
match is Off"
1t was all he could say. Tommy went
| home with him, faithful caddie in
spite Of everything, but as he left the
| rectory door he rubbed his hands and
softly Rugged himself, repeating with
| infinite gusto: eyes, the match is off.
You bet it is. I know my sister all
right!'
Why They Were Cheap.
! President Mckinley used to tell with
q good deal of amusement a story
which related to his early days in the
| law. On the way to and from his Office
| he was accustomed to pass a butcher
shop and for long time was puzzled
| by a certain notice which he saw
| there
In the morning he would read "Good
pork sausages, 20 cents" On his re-
turn in the evening he would some
times find those sausages still 20 cents
| pound, but more often the notice
was changed and the sign read, "Fine
pork sausages, 12"-or sometimes 10
Gents
| The matter, he said, Used to worry
him. Sausages were not of so perish
able nature that they would not keep
till the next day, and he could not I'M
derstand it. So one evening he stop
ped at the shop, made some casual re-
mark and then inquired the price of
sausages.
"Ten CENTS" said the shopkeeper.
"But," replied Mr.. Mckinley, t.they
were 20 cents this morning.
$50 they were, Mr. Mckinley" re-
piled the butcher, $50 they were. Then
I had 'em; now haven't. Sausages at
10 cents is simply to get me reputa.
ton for cheapness. Seer"
The future president saw and was in