The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1906-08-22

IN Mildred Mason's favor with the ap.
proval of her small brother. Tom, n
consideration by no means TO be de.
spised, when the curate of st. Jude's
appeared ON the scene and spoiled II
all. The first intimation of change In
the usual order of events came when
Mildred refused To play golf on sun
day
When person can play all the
week." she said. II think he ought to
make difference ON sunday"
But ii Is my only opportunity To
play with you. and | spend my week
ends here for that sole purpose" plead
this sudden access OF conscience"
Mildred looked offended. and Whit.
ney WAS about 10 apologize when Tom
slipped hand through his arm.
Come and go around with me, Mr..
Whitney. Mildred is little morbid
Just now, but II 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
all the women are crazy about him
Heaven knows what there Is about a
collar that buttons behind, but girls
always go down before 1t like nine.
pins
Was he-was he especially attentive
To any oneT Whitney's voice shook.
Sure stuck to Milly like barnacla
TO n lamppost. ! thought when she
saw him play golf she'd break away
1t was enough 10 make angels bawl"
Did You say she was pleased with
couldn't drive six feet made eleven
strokes and six foozlcs to the first
green. them
But do YOU think she enjoyed
Then putted out In five What do
YOU think of that
1T was II hIdeously exerueiatiug, re
voting spectacle! Did Miss Mildred
appear Interested IN
lie drove four balls into the brook
and instead of GUESSING like a gentleman
he said. 'pear me. what an eXasper
ating game =
1t was no Use trying To get any salts
faction from Tom. lie talked of moth
ing but the curate's foozles and fail
ures, and the only information Whitney
obtained WIS TINT the parson intended
TO be at Wndcllff 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 foozllng parson," said
Tom. He uses his irons like a grave
digger, and he has lost three of my new
handmade pneumatics."
Il wish he WAS n missionary" sighed
Whitney
In the cannibal islands, added
Tom
The following Friday Whitney re
ceived n postal card with these words;
"plot thckens Take vacation.
Tom"
Whitney, panic stricken. went to
Windclin Oh the next train. He found
Tom on the n.nth green about to try
difficult stroEe and, laying hands sud
denly upon him. asked breathlessly:
"What did you mean by that postal
cardY'
Lucky you didn't grab till had
made that put | might have jiu Jlt-
sued you" said Tom. Lets See"
counting on his fingers, -four to the
brook, one ON to the green; that is
five
answer my question" Whitney
shook him roughly
"Two puts In seven. Oh, that was
Just a threat Thought you better be
on the spot. Here comes the foozling
fascinator now"
After introducing the curate, Tom In
CURED anX!0usly
Glow is your head today, Mr. SetonT
"All right when / am up and about,
thank you Turning to Whitney: Il
have suffered from the most peculiar
symptoms lately. When lie down nj
night ! have II rumbling sound in my
head that prevents my sleeping"
''IIow do you account for itT asked
Whitney.
ITS the heastly dampness," Tom re-
marked. "a man here last summer
began with exactly your symptoms and
his doctor told him IL he didn't go
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
a risk as that"
Ky August so many boarders arrived
that the landlady turned the boys and
bachelors into the Anne" small cot
tage divided into bedrooms by thin
wooden partitions, and the curate, Mr..
Whitney and Tom were relegated to
these quarters, Toms room being be-
tween the other two.
Whitney passed the time playing
golf with Tom who was singularly un-
like himself Instead OF being indefat-
igable and bubbling over with spirits,
he was languid and dull He said the
bare possibility Of having foozler en-
ter his family reduced his nervous sys-
TEN TO pulp.
What on earth did you bring me
here for" asked Whitney. II can't see
anything Of your sister without that
everlasting parson."
"She VIII be tired of his symptoms
before long" said Tom
"She appears to be IN love with him
and his symptoms"
'She has some notion about life of
usefulness as a parsons wife. She'll
drop it once he has gone"
Catch him going" Whitney groaned.
Il have hopes" said Tom.
That night Whitney lay awake with
an aching tooth. He heard the curate's
bed creak as the poor fellow tossed
restlessly ROLLER skating In his head"
thought Whitney Then he heard Sc
ton pacing back and forth. Presently
he appeared TO try sleeping again and
gave forth gentle snore. Suddenly