The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1906-12-28
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BY MARGARET MUZZEY
Copyright, 1906. by Ruby Douglas

All during July, Whitney progressed
in Mildred Mason's favor with the APP
prevail of her small brother. Tom, a
consideration by no means to be de-
spised. when the curate. of ST Jude's
appeared on the scene and spoiled it
all. The first intimation of change in
the usual order of events came when
Mildred refused to play golf on Sun
day.
/ When a person can play all the
week. she said Il think he ought to
make 4 difference on Sunday"
"Bnt it is my only opportunity to
.ls.F with you. and l spend my week
ends here for that sole purpose" plead
u Whitney. Il cannot understand
fiis sudden access of conscience
Mildred looked offended, and Whit
ney was about to apologize when Tom
SLIPPED hand through his arm.
Come and go around with me. Mr..
Whitney. Mildred is a little morbid
/ Just now but it won't last" and as they
went away together Tom explained
1t is that curate chap-he came out
here last Monday and spent the week
I all The women are crazy about him.
/ Heaven knows what there is about q
collar that buttons behind. but girls
always so down before it like nine
pins
WAS l.e-was lie especially attentive
+ to any one?" Whitneys voice shook
"S5lre stuck to Milly like barnacle
( 60 a lamppost. l thought when she
slN him play golf she'd break away.
II was enough to make angels bawl."
4 Did you say she was pleased With
rC9Eldn't drive six feet-made eleven
/ strokes and six foozles to the first
grcel then"
But DO you think she enjoyed
! Then putted out in five. What do
! you think of that?"
ut was hideously excruciating, re-
voting spectacle. Did Miss Mildred
! appear interested in
/ "He drove four balls into the brook
and instead Of cussing like gentleman
he said, Dear me, what an exasper-
! ating gamer"
1t was no use trying to get any salts
! faction from Tom. He talked of moth
! ing but the curate's foOZles and fail
ures. and the only information Whitney
obtained was that the parson intended
/ to be at Windcliff every week during
! the remainder of the summer
The next Saturday Whitney found
Mildred more than ever ensnared by
/ the curate She not only refused to
! play golf Sunday, but read book
/ called Marrow Paths all the evening.
Tom walked TO the station with Mr.
Whitney Monday morning and asked
/ If there was anything he could do for
him.
Get rid Of the foozling parSon.' said
/ Tom. He uses his irons like a grave
/ digger, and he has lost three of my new
handmade pneumatics."
II wish he was missionary" sighed
Whitney
TN the cannibal islands, added
1 Tom.
/ The following Friday Whitney re-
ceived Il postal card with these words:
I pilot thckens. Take q vacation.
Tom
Whitney, panic stricken, went to
/ Windclilf on the next train. He found
J Tom OH the ninth green about to try
liI!icnlt stroke, and, laying hands sud
| denly upon him, asked breathlessly:
/ What did you mean by that postal
| card:n
Lucky YOU didn't grab till 1 had
/ made that put. l might have jiu jit-
/ sued you,~ said Tom. Lets see,"
/ counting ON thiS fingers. "fow TO the
/ brook, one on to the green; that is
! five
Answer my question" Whitney
/ shook him roughly.
1.-Two puts in seven. Oh, that was
/ just u threat Thought you better be
! on the spot Here comes the foozIing
fascinator now"
After Introducing the curate, Tom III
/ quired anXiouSly:
How is your head today, Mr. Seton:"
'-All right when / am up and about,
thank YOU" Turning to Whitney: Il
have suffered from the most peculiar
symptoms lately. When lie down at
night / have rumbling sound in my
head that prevents my sleeping"
How do you account for it," asked
Whitney,
Its the beastly dtmpness" Tom re
i marked. - man here hast summer
began with exactly your symptoms and
his doctor told him if he didn't so
away from the lake quick he would be
a raving maniac
The curate turned pale
/ Dear me, should hate TO leave this
delightful place. but cannot run such
Il risk as that
BY August so many b9arders arrived
that the landlady turned the boys and
bachelors into the "Annc.- i small cot
I tage divided into bedrooms by thin
wooden partitions. and the crrate. Mr..
Whitney and Tom We're reIegated to
these quarters, Toms room being be-
tween the other two