Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1906-09-27
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By MARC ARET MUZZEY
Copyright, 1896, by Ruby Douglas

| All during July. Whitney progressed
| in Mildred Maso.i's favor with the APP
! prevail of her small brother, Tom,
consideration by no means TO be de-
| splscd, when the curate of st. Jude's
| appeared Oh 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 person can play all the
week." she said. Il think he ought to
make a difference on Sunday"
But 1t is my only opportunity TO
play with you. and | spend my week
ends here for that sole purpose" plead
ed Whitney. II cannot understand
this sudden access of conscience"
Mildred looked offended ana Whit
ney was about to apologize when Tom
slipped Il hand through his arm.
Come ald 90 around with me, Mr..
| Whitney. Mildred is II 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 n
collar that buttons behind, but girls
always 20 down before it like nine
| pins"
WAS he--was he especially attentive
, to any onc?" Whitncy's voice shook.
| "Sure-Stuck to MiIly like barnacle
| to a lamppost. ! thought when she
saw him play golf she'd break away.
! 1t was enough To make angels bawl."
Did you say she was pleased with
Couldn't drive six feet-made eleven
| strokes and six foozles TO the first
| green, then
but do YOU think she enioycd'-
"Then putted ont in five. What do
you think of that
1T was a hideously cXcruciating, re-
voting spectacle! Did Miss Mildred
! appear interested IN
He drove four balls into the brook
| and instead of GUESSING like a gentleman
| he said. Dear me. what an eXasper-
! ating gamcr'
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 cnsnarcd by
! the curate. She not only refused to
| play golf Sunday, but read a 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. "Ie uses his irons like Il grave
| digger, and he has lost three of my new
handmade pneumates'
| Il wish he was missionary" sighed
Whitney
In the canniba islands," added
| Tom
The following Friday Whitney re-
| ccIved n postal card with these words:
plot thickens. Take vacation.
| Tom"
Whitney, panic stricken, went to
! Windcliff on the next train. lie found
| Tom on the ninth green about to try a
difficult stroke, and, laying hands sud
| denly upon him, asked breathlessly:
What did you mean by that postal
card?" =
Lucky you didn't grab till | hal
made that put | might have jiu TT
| sued YOU said Tom. Lets see"
| counting on his fingers, -four t. the
| brook, one Oh to the green; that is
| five
ANSWER my question: Whitney
shook him roughly.
Two puts in seven. Oh, that was
just Il threat. Thought you better be
on the spot. Here comes the foozling
fascnator now"
After Introducing the curate, Tom iu-
CURED 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 Mt
night have a rumbling sound in my
head that prevents my sleeping"
How do you account for itT asked
Whitney
Its the beastly dampness," Tom re-
marked. A man here last summer
began with exactly your symptoms and
his doctor told him if he didn't 20
away from the lake quick he would be
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 bows and
bachelors into the Anne" a small cot.
tage divided into bedrooms by thin
Mfaaaa" la",aDGvi&, a.sa tAg g4razs. A!e
Whitney ana Tom were rclegatad 10
these quarters, Toms room being be.
tween the other two.
Whitney passed the time plryinc
golf with Tom, who was slngularIy un-
Ike himself Instead Of being indefat-
isable and bubblng over with spirits.
he was languid and dun He said the
bare possibility Of having foozIer en-