Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1913-04-24

had any hopes Of me, don't you know;
and now she says they won't need to
sacrifice NORA But if the young man
doesn't want me, shan't be to blame.
Now tell me about your girl"
There's nothing to tell. | never
saw her don't know her name,
even. Only she's got title; and she
Is very brilliant and charming and
modest, and III be lucky It's another
case of parents butting in. All he
wants, he says, Is for me to see her;
| told him should run away if knew
| We're in the same town! But never
mind me. Don't worry, little girl.
III think up way to save you all
right, all right"
His face. as he spoke, was stern and
dark She was sure that he must have
great latent strength of character.
Mrs. Brooke had none of the diff
Guilty which she had anticipated In per-
suading Willy to dine with them; and
she wondered what suffering friends
of hers who had had his reluctant
presence at social functions, meant by
their stories. To be sure, he didn't
talk much, but he was a most intelli-
gent listener; and he was visibly hav-
ing good time.
The next day 1t was bruited about
(no one but Jabez Rivers, who had
walked the links with reporter, could
have quite told howl that young But
Ter was playing wonderful game A
dozen of the golf lovers deserted the
great man and his only less great OPP
ponent and saw Willy limp over eleven
links, as he beat his man with leasure.
ly ease
That afternoon, while again search
Ing for the moving machine which that
unsuspected but efficient emissary Of
the Blind God, Jabez Rivers, had ad-
vised them to be sure to tind-after
with his own eyes he had seen it
trundling into the garage-Willy sub
mitted his plan of rescue
1--WE thought 1t all out" said Willy
very firmly, land | wouldn't bother
you the least little bit, not the least.
And We think alike about so many
things. | believe | could make it all
right with your people. can do any
thing, when you are backing me. 1t
would ease my mind awfully; should
be sure to win the cup. | know that
would please my father. and he'd help
us, maybe. Besides, I've a fortune OF
my own; Id settle it all on YOU"
What do you mean?" cried Lady
Jean
You wouldn't need to marry any
body else If you married me-" said
Willy.
"My world" gasped Lady Jean. But
you told me you didn't want to marry
anybody"
81 shouldn't mind you so much"
said he.
She was thoughtful, her own mind
chaos to herself. She stole furtive
glance at his miserable face; some
thing tender and compassionate and
strange. made her lips culver. but she
set them closely.
You would be making an awful
sacrifice for me?"
He did not deny 1t.
1T would be an awful sacrifice for
me, too"
II knew" he acquiesced sadly
"Still-I suppose you ought to have
your mind settled before tomorrow or
it will get on your game"
Yes, that's just it! I'd be awfully
grateful"
Without any warning she began to
laugh. II think you are the funniest
marry anybody. l want to live with
daddy and take care of him and be
like Aunt Jean, but If have to marry
anybody, I'd rather marry you. Shall
we let it 60 at that for the present.
You are awfulls good" cried the
boy. He wondered at the extraordinary
calm, almost elation of his mood. That
he should be engaged to be married
and not be revolving suicide! He had
read of the eXaltation of self-sacrifce
maybe this was It, But how hard 1t
must be for her.
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 were 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 II fate
conspired against WHY'S chances, a
frightful commotion arose. Willy, talk
ing to Jean 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 a 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
passing carriage At first no inteln-
gible sound penetrated the din; but In
a thoughts time blood-curdling cry
tore out of 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
hecked, glaring-eyed. painting little
beast. The creature made straight for
Tommy, who fled like deer; but his
foot hit the marker, and he stumbled
and fell. 1t 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
tourniQuet