Pocahontas star herald., 1908-08-14

see What?' ! demanded somewhat
testify, adjusting my glasses and sur
Veying the landscape without perceiv.
ing anything of unusual interest.
But Vincent, in a fever of haste, was
Kneeling and unstrapping his golf
clubs "Eooray," he cried, "Terhune
golf course as I'm a sinner. Come
on well have some sport. The old
trans due to wait an hour, anyhow"
looked again, and, sure enough, I
saw that at intervals the close-cropped
grass was dotted with little red flags
IKE sparks of fire on carpet of
green velvet Vincent has many fads,
but think he is keener on golf than
anything else. was disgusted with
him Vincent" said with decision
thls Is nonsense. You can wait till
we get to Cuppstone to play golf. Ora.
ham said there were public links
there"
Yes, and he also said that It was
| the rottenest course he ever played
over" said Vincent with some heat
i made him admit il. And this one
Is beauty. A private one, I'll
wager. Look at that turf. It is Just
! like velvet. my dear fellow-like vel
vet" and he swept practiced eye over
the wide green slopes.
Now, | am fond of the game myself
within reason, and certainly the pros.
pect was inviting, for | was tired of
the confinement of the carriage and
Vincent was most persuasive. / knew
II was foolish thing to do; the train
might not stay so long as we expected
and we might get left and yet, as
say 1t is hard to refuse Vincent any
thing. | unwillingly permitted him to
get out my clubs.
Whose links are these?" I asked
the guard. do they belong to the
castle'?"
"Nessir," replied the guard "They
belong to Castle Wyckhof, the family
seat of Baron Wyckhoff They're all
dead now, though. all 'cept the Honor
able Agatha and she lives in the cas-
tie and owns all these acres, sir, all
you can see, and the guard waved
his hand grandiloquently toward the
imposing Old pile on the hillside and
the green meadows stretching away
fer below it,
She must have money" l said, re-
fectively. Vincent, meanwhile, was
hunting in his grip for an atrocious
red coat he wears when he golfs.
Money!" repeated the guard
Money? Lor' bless you, sir, she 'as
millions an millions. Her own fa-
ther was Baron Wycihpff, but e died
when is darter were a little thing %
never ad a shilling, but 'er stepfather,
that married Baroness Wyckhoff two
years later, was H'amertoaa and 'ad
more pounds than there Is stones in
that castle, sir, an arter is wife died
e 'ad the place built up again. An
now they're both dead, sir. and is
stepdaughter, the Honorable Agatha,
as or title is. sir, is heiress OF all his
millions and 'er mothers estate"
"She ought to, marry said, still
redectively, and without any personal
meaning
The guard smiled knowingly.
There's many a one arter her, sir"
he said but they don't seem to make
no progress against 'er stepfather's
Will"
Her stepfather's win?" ] repeated,
yv.lN g,tA hnnr fhat
Vincent,?"
But Vincent, his beloved coat at
last found, was half out of the car
riage Come on" he shouted, we're
wasting time% And /, perforce, was
obliged to follow him, although the
guapd's story promised to be very in;
teresting.
After we had played the first hole
and | had won Il seldom win hole
from Vincent, so | was in good
humorl | told him what the guard had
said $50 these grounds belong to the
Honorable Agatha" | concluded, "and
have curiosity enough to wish that
we might behold this mysterious lady"
But Vincent wasn't bit excited;
YOU can never depend upon him when
he's playing golf "Bosh!" he said
I'D rather play on her links than see
her If she saw us she might put us
of. I'll bet she's a grabbed old maid.
I'm surprised at you, Terhune, with
your romantic notions. ! thought you'd
left all that sort Of thing behind you in
London"
felt myself reddening slightly,
though I knew Vincent didn't mean
anything, and was about to make some
retort when he drove off Unexpectedly,
and l stopped in admiration Of the
clean, fast shot he made It just
cleared a natural bunker and sped on
beyond
At chat instant a discordant mixture
Of sound burst upon our ears, as that
OF dog yelping and a vigorous scold-
ng I'm a high but sweet feminine voice.
With one accord we rushed mp the
gentle rise. nd in the depression be-
yond we beheld one Of the handsomest
girls had ever seen in my life. She
was bending over a setter suppy and
sco,dng him. The dogs yelps had
subsidized to a whimper and he was
holding up one of his paws as If he
had been hurt. Il told you not to
come, Rudolph" she was saying and