The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1910-07-01

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something was wrong with the engine
and it might be a couple of hours be,
fore we could go ahead.
Just as he finished his explanation
Vincent, who had been looking out of
the window with great interest, sprang
to his feet and shook my shoulder eX-
citedly. Look there! Do you see
them" he cried, pointing at the beau,
tiful meadows with their winding
stream and gentle slopes.
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. "Hooray," he cried, "Terhune,
a golf course as I'm a sinner. Come
on, we'll have some sport. The old
trains due to wait an hour, anyhow. ="
l looked again, and sure enough, l
saw that at intervals the close-cropped
grass was dotted with little red flags
like sparks of fire on a carpet of
green velvet Vincent has many fads,
but | think he is keener on golf than
anything else | was disguised with
him. Vincent" | said with decision,
this 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 II was
the rottenest course he ever pie /
over" said Vincent with some heat.
Il made him admit it. And this one
is a beauty. private one, Ill
wager. Look at that turf 1t 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
it was a foolish thing to do; the train
might not stay so long as We expected
and we might get left; and yet, as l
say. it is hard to refuse Vincent any
thing. l unwillingly permitted him to
get out my clubs.
Whose links are these?" | asked
the guard. do they belong to the
castle?"
"Yessir," replied the guard. They
belong to Castle Wyckhoff, 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
far below it.
she must have money" l said, re-
Hecttvely Vincent, meanwhile, was
hunting in his grip for an atrocious
red coat he wears when he COLTS.
Money!" repeated the guard. |
Money? Lor' bless you, sir, she as
millions an millions. Her own ia
her was Baron Wyckhoff, but e died
when is darter were little thing. E
never 'ad shilling, but 'er stepfather,
hat married Baroness Wyckhoff two
years later, was H'american and 'ad |
more pounds than there is stones in
hat castle, sir, an arter is wife died
e ad the place built up again. An
low they're both dead, sir, and is
the Honorable Agatha.
Is err title Is, sir is heiress of all his
Millions and 'er mothers estate"
She ought to marry" | said, still
effectively, and without any personal
meaning
The guard smiled knowingly.
There's many a one arter her, sir"
lie said; but they don't seem to make
10 progress against 'er stepfather's
WILL"
Her stepfather's will?" l repeated.
With interest. DO you hear that,
But Vincent, his beloved coat at
asst found, was half out of the car.
isge, Come on" he shouted, we're
FASTING time" And |, perforce was
bliged to follow him, although the
yards story promised to be very in.
After we had played the first hole
nd had won Il seldom win a hole
rom Vincent so | was. in a good
umor) told him what the guard had
aid. so these grounds belong to the
honorable Agatha" | concluded, land
have curiosity enough to wish that
e might behold this mysterious lady"
But Vincent wasn't a bit excited,
on can never depend upon him when
e's playing golf "Bosh," he said.
q rather play on her links than see
er' II she saw us she might nut MS
I'll bet she's a grabbed old maid
N surprised at you. Terhune, with
our romantic notions l thought you'd
IT all that sort of thing behind Won in
onion."
felt myself reddening slightly
lough | knew Vincent didn't mean
lything, and was about to make some
tort when he drove off unexpectedly
I'd | stopped in admiration of the
can, fast shot he made. 1t iust
cared a natural bunker and sped on
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