The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1913-04-13

golf carts and automobiles with their
hoods lowered, disclosing pillows of
diaphanous feminine hnery and pretty,
uncovered girlish heads. Willy mar
veled over his own case as he returned
greetings punctiliously. A week ago
he would have raced his horse into the
darkest woodland road to escape a
passing salute, the hazard Of a little
casual badinage.
How pretty American girls are"
said Lady Jean, a little wistfully;
such lovely wavy hair"
WHY'S glance furtively took note of
her sleek brown head and the heavy
braid between her slim shoulders,
which had caused him to think her a
child.
Il don't much like this corrugated
hair" said he carelessly; ut looks so
machine made"
Lady Jean declined all proffers of
seats. even Rivers invitation to a place
by him in his runabout. She was going
to walk; one could see better walking.
Which was entirely correct, but was
not her most intimate reason; she
could not endure to be sitting at her
ease while Willy, footsore and weary,
would be doggedly tramping after his
ball. He presented rather a grotesque
figure, did Willy, that eventful morn
ing, being shod as to his sound foot
with one of his own neat golf shoes,
but as to his left (thanks to the min
istrations of Rivers) with one of the
latters ample slippers over swathings
of bandage soaked in healing lotion.
Every caddy on the ground Except
Wil1y's) was in secret ecstasies over
his appearance. I'VE amt out for
beauty prize, but the champeen golf
cup" says the faithful Tommy haught-
hat hot nf Itv,fy 1ovrt
wet him up with Ii between whites.
He's in terrible agony. But he don't
mind longs he can keep timber. And
say, jest git onto our game. will you?
Two up, and first round over.
Tommy and Jean were waiting when
the first round ended. Rivers having
taken the Brookes to the luncheon
tent to secure seats for them all. The
game that morning had surprised all
but the newspaper men and the few
who had followed Willy the day be-
fore. The only hope of the friends of
the champion lay in the possible ex-
haustion of the lame wonder whose
unerring approaches We're even more
dangerous than his drives and his
puts. IF his foot holds out" Rivers
said to Brooke, hes got the cup
And at this very moment. as IL fate
conspired against WHY'S chances, a
frightful commotion arose. Willy, talk
ing to Jean a moment about the game,
could see the gay groups outside the
white tent scatter in violent agitation
with waving hands; could hear an up
roar of shouts and screams There
came quick change in Lady Jeans
face, in every face near-the caddy's,
the young red jacketed officers at the
blackboard, the womens faces in a
passing carriage. AT first no intelli
gible sound penetrated the din; but in
a thoughts time a blood-curdling cry
tore out Of a score of throats, Mad
dog! Mad dog" as men with golf
irons and pistols raced toward the lit
tie group on the links. after a foam
flecked, glaring-eyed. painting little
beast. The creature made straight for
Tommy, who fed like a deer; but his
foot hit the marker, and he stumbled |
and fell 1t seemed in the same eye
wink that the dog was on the child !
and Willy Butler was on the dog. his |
bare hands twisting it's collar into a |
tourniquet. ]
young officers each snatched a golf |
club and sprang to him. Keep offv' !
he cried. Il can hold him. Get trap; !
We have to keep him alive to find out |
Jean! For Gods sake"
His heart seemed to stand still. Lady |
Jean had dropped on her knees by the
dog shielding him from the young Of |
ficer's club. Don't" she said; hes /
not mad! It's Mrs. Brookes dog-Why !
can't you see? The poor brute's wag- |
ging his tail,''
He is,'' said Willy: hold up, boys, |
A mad dog doesn't wag his tail" He |
the tourniquet sufficiently to
free a piteous whimper. A second later |
he lifted his hand OFF the dog, which !
wriggled into Lady Jeans compassion
ate arms as a voice announced, That's
not the dog"
The real mad dog-if mad he were |
had been dispatched by a single shot |
from a soldiers gun, rods away: but |
a panic-stricken crowd had used the |
customary judgment Of panic, and !
pursued the wrong dog.
And now" wrathfully declared ia |
be- Rivers to his army of cronies. now !
that poor boy has probably put his !
wrist out of whack; and his father COM |
ing on the o'clock train to see him |
fight for the cup. And this old fool tel |
egraphed for him to come"
Nevertheless he kept semblance of |
confidence. And he has always liked !
Dickson because he was so 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 |
ever to see the game. Hes a real
lead game sport" Dickson ended, "and
1 little thing like spurious mad dog
sn't going to put him out of the run
1ing.'
Nor did 1t: Cleaves made UP one of
MS missing holes, but he got no far
her; and at the sixteenth hole Rivers
Ind a small, keen-eyed, auiet-looking
nan stood up in a runabout and shout
ID while the great Cleaves, bewildered
but invincibly courteous, shook hands
with Willy Butler. Il
You wait until he has cleaned up
oit." advised Rivers; give the boys
girl a chance f1rst-there they are;
she's talking to him now"
Mr.. Butler knew who she was; she
had been pointed out to him before: pos
,ibly having watched her carefully
through the progress Of the game. he
knew something else, being a man who
,ame to conclusions quickly, on occa-
sion. He looked at her now; he looked
1t Rivers; the only words that escaped
his lips-in a very small, low voice
we're, Wouldn't that make a man be-
ieve in answers to prayers
"Willy's been going some" said Riv-
,rs. Il don't know who you've up your
sleeve for him, but we've picked
winner-a sweet, brave, true-hearted
little lady. Don't you butt in. Hiram"
Well. hardly" said Hiram Butler,
since her father and picked her out
irst. But Jabez, blood will tell; 4
Knew Willy had the markings. NowI
suppose you and I put the young folks