The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-01-09
USE THE RIGHT NAME.
Don't Get Mixed When You're Deal
ing With a Scot.
THE Tatler.l

NJ lie Comte Leon Berceaux was a
sportsman and had an ambition which
was to stalk, kill, grallock and decap-
tate the noble monarch of the glen in
the land Of the unspeakabie Scot" so
when his friend the Earl of Blairgow-
RE invited him to his ancestral castle
in the Hollands for the express pur-
pose of satisfying the counts blood
thirsty proclivities the latter embraced
the opportunity with alaerity and char
acteristic enthusiasm.
Wed ma freen" said the earl on his
arrival 4 Gamma accompany We to-
the forest on account o. ma puiT feet
and this in-fure-nal an blitherin' in
Election, the goot; but ma stalker To-
nal Maae Tonal. yill TAX ye roond an
pet We i the wa o. a rich guide beastie
or twa."
"Bien, mon anil" assented Leon.
raising his glass of 40 port with thor
oughly satisfied smile. 1T gives me
mOoch plaisir to make re amitie-vat
you call &c friendship-viz re bonhom-
me Mac lavish"
mo. ma. his names no MaacTavish.
cts MaacTonal whateffer." objected
the earl. "Ye munna max sic a mees-
take wi a Hielander or ct may Ieac
tae complications, ye ken
"Eh. bien!" replied the Frenehma-.
airiiy, Ill faut que vous m'ebcusez.
Then the dOur Donald was ushered in.
"Goot evenin'. Tonal" said his mas
ter cheerily. can We pet ma fren
feere on tee a guild beastie d We
thenk?''
Aye. 1 can thet eff he can climb the
hill canny an hould straight WI rs
weep-on.''
"Ah, Eat ees splendide?" interpolated
the count. with exubeTant enthusiasm
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"Oo-ray for MacTavish!"
TIE old retainer gave Mortified starr
and turned quickly to the guest, but,
meeting his masters eye, he checked
himself and was content to remark,
with dignified sarcasm, Ma names no
MaacTaavish," and turned on his heel
A full week had sped by and the
Laird O. BlairgOwrie had defeated the
govt and was his CHEEKY. energetic self
again. but the count lay on the sofa in
parlous state.
"An' We have ma even seen a staag7''
the earl was saying. his eyes wide open.
and his brows lifted with a highly puz-
zled expression. I'VE mean tae tell me-
We have been a Who'll week l. the forest
wi MaacTonal an We have ma seen q
beastie at al? Loshi I Gamma undes-
stand ct, mon. Why, the forest O.
ARDEN es just thick VT vehison."
"Peut-etre. mon ami, but 1 ave no,
see i'm. Pas un bette, as you call re
noble CERT. / go out every morning wiz
MacTavish." "MaacTonal." corrected
his host. I mean Macdonald. He take
me up re big ills and down re steep
preSsipeeces. He make me walk up 10
re neck in cold waiter. Here the poor
count shuddered visibly at the horrible
reminiscence) He max me crawl on
my stomach-vat you call my DeetIe
Marie'-oveT re rocks and stones anc
through re boys ontil my breeeches is
cut into ribbons and my poor kneeN
gay bleed. l lose mes bottles. parce que
zis cTavish-Mac Donald-he say
gay squeak an terrffy all re deer Mafs
mon ami. zere ees no deer. No day 'av
1 zee i'm. Et maintenant je suis pres
que mort, ct il faut que je reviens
mon patrie. La Belle France
The EARL pulled at his long blonde
beard thoughtfully for some minutes
in silence; then he went over to the
electric bell and touched the button.
When the valet answered the sum
mons he was told to demand the pres
ence of the doughty stalker, who anon
put in an appearance. his rugged couu-
tenanCe set with an expression of dOur
determination.
"See here. Tonal." began his master
in severe tone: what's the meanin
o. this? Ma fren' the count here teisS
me ye hae trapsed him a ava O. &c
heels fra end tao end o. the forest ror
a Who'll week an ne'er a beastIe bae
ye shown him. What's the meanfn' o
It. ma mamie. whsteffer?"
Donald turned abruptly on his heel
strobe to the portal. and then faced the
earl and his guest with his hand on the
door knob He took a long breath. and
then the answed came short, quick, de-
cisive. and uncompromising
Ma names no MaaeTaavish." exit
with dignityl