The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1913-05-23

tore ont of Z score . 81 throata, MD
dog! Mad dogl. IS men With golf.
Irons and pistols raced toward tho III.
tie group on the links. after e. foam
licked glaring eyed, painting little
beast Thescreature made straight for
Tommy, who ded like asdeer:: but his
foot hit the. marker. and he stumbled
and fell. It seemed In the same eye
blink that the dog was on the child
and Willy Butler was on the dog, his
bare: hands twisting its collar into q
tourniQuet. s4ss s 81 4 N .. ss.z.sss5
With one impulse Lady Jean and the
young officers each snatched q golf
club and sprang to hit him. Keep
GU" he cried. II can hold him. Get .
strap: we have to keep him alive to
ind out-Jeaa! For Gods sake" ~
His heart seemed to stand STILL
Lady Jean had dropped on her knees
by the dog, shielding him from the
young officers club. Don't" she said:
hes. not mad! It's Mrs. Brooke's dog
why can't you see? The poor brute's
wagging his .tail!"4 =
He is," said Willy; hold up. boys!
A mad dog doesn't wag his tail" He
released the tournlQuet- SUN ciently to
free piteous whimper. A second later
he lifted his hand on the dog. which
wriggled into Lady Jeans compas-
sionate arms as a voice announced,
That's not the dog!"
The real mad dog-if mad he were
had been despatched by a single
shot from soldiers gun. rods away;
but q panic-stricken crowd had used
the customary judgment OF panic. and
pursued the wrong dog.
And now" wrathfully declared
Jabez Rivers to his army cronies.
now that poor boy has probably put
his wrist out Of whack; and his IA
thor coming in on the two o'clock train
to see him fight for the cup! And
this old fool telegraphed for him to
come"
Nevertheless he kept . semblance of
confidence. And he has always liked
Dickson because he was 80 sure Willy
would win. He offered to caddy for
Willy: but Willy gratefully declined,
because it would break Tommy's
heart: Tommy's mother was coming
over to see the game. Hes a real
dead game SPORT" Dickson ended.
and little thing like spurious mad
dog isn't going to put him out of the
running"
Nor did 1t; Cleaves made up one
of his missing holes, but he got no
farther; and at the sixteenth hole
Rivers and q small. keen-eyed. quiet
looking man-stood up, in a runabout
and shouted while the great Cleaves.
bewildered but tuvincthly courteous.
shook hands with Willy Butler.
"You wait until he has cleaned up
a bft." advised Rivers; ''give the boys
! girl q chance drst-there they are:
she's talking to him now"
Mr.. Butler knew who she was: she
had been pointed out to him before:
possibly having watched her carefully
through the progress of the game, he
knew something else, being man who
came to conclusions quickly, on oc.
casion- He looked at her now; he
looked at Rivers; the only words that
escaped his lips-in a very small, low
voice-were, "Wouldn't that make q
man believe In answers to prayers!"
"Willy's been going some," said Riv.
ers. Il don't know who you've up your
sleeve for him, but we've picked out q
w1nner-a sweet, brave, true-hearted
little lady. Don't you butt in. Hiram .
well. hardly" said Hiram Butler.
"since her father and l picked her out
first But, Jabez, blood will tell; I
knew Willy had the makings. Now
suppose you and l put the young folks
into the machine. They can do their
counting on the way
It may be presumed that he knew,
| although they took their own original
| way to Arcadia. Fifteen minutes later.
In the heart of the woods which they
| had sought because, although much
longer to the club house by that road.
Willy needed its Geo! refreshment: hf-
teen minutes later the boy was say
ing, II had to write the note because
l didn't have chance to see you. Have
you read it," He looked up tremu-
lousy. II write an awfully blind hand
writing always. and today, with play
ing golf and all, it's worse than ever. "
you could read it out to me, you
know" said the girl; she pulled the
score card, on which Willy had scrib-
bled, from her sleeve, and both the
young heads bent over 1t. "'Dear
Jean," read Willy; then he added. Il
hope you don't think that presumptu.
GUS, but being engaged ="
mo, never mind that; you called me
that today, already, at the top of your
voice, too"
"You scared me stiff-Jean."
"You scared me f1rst-before I knew
it was Flukes. You are an awfully
reckless boy"
Il will 60 on" said Willy; Its
short" He read:
Dear Jean, I forgot to say one
thing yesterday when I asked you to
marry me; love and adore you. Yours
very sincerely, William Godfrey But
ler.'"
He said nothing more: neither did
she say anything for a space. The
squirrels watched them with their
bright little eyes,. and scampered fear.
lessly up the very tree under which
their car had halted. All at once she
began to laugh. my word! but you
look miserable, William Butler. know
it is a sacrifice; made up my mind
Ia roloaso Won. only c0naanfod VOC.