Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1919-11-13

Most extraordinary--no the same
man. sir, by twenty years. If he were
woman, ! would call It neurasthe-
MIA and back my opinion for Haskell.
What do you think Of sane human
being letting lot of dirty gypsies
have the free run of the Hall; in and
out like rabbits in a warren-drinking
his best wines and riding his horses,
and lots more besides that the SER
wants hint at but won't talk about?
Why, they tell me that he's up half
the night with the scum som metimes,
as Wild as the rest Of them when they
hddle and caper In the Long Gallery.
What's common sense to make Of it7
What do you make Of 1t, leaving CON-
mon sense out Of the matter?"
The Vicar looked somewhat
askance at the dubious compliment;
nor did 1t encourage him to tell of the
strange sights he had seen in Mel
| bourne Park some twelve hours before
this epoch-making encounter.
II hear the men are Roumanians,"
he said, taking brussie from his bag
and making an atrocious shot with 1t.
| vi CUuTSS Tic ELdII--tul5 10 hiSCldOlC
the Earl was in Roumania as
young man. Perhaps he is returning
some courtesy these wild fellows
showed to him. You play the odd,
think"
"Odd or the like, don't care "a
that is to say, 1t is most extraordinary.
Why, they're bandits, Harry-bandits,
| tell you, and, unless Mrs. Fillmore
looks out. they'll carry her off to
Matlock Tor and hold her out to ran
som-perhaps while we're on the
links. A pretty advertisement you'd
get II that came OF. A Wears wife
stolen by brigands. The Reverend
Gentleman on the @. Tee. Think Of
Il in the evening papers! How some
ef them would chaff you!"
The Vicar played an approach shot
and said. This is really deplorable."
He would have preferred to talk golf;
but the Doctor gave him no rest, and
20 he said presently:
II wonder what Lady Evelyn
thinks Of 1t all7 She went BY me in
the car yesterday and Bates was driv-
ing for her. Now, I've never seen that
before. God bless me, what
q shocking stroke!"
He shook his head as the ball went
skimming over the ground into the
deepest and most terrible bunker on
Moretown Links-the Doctor follow
ing it with that sympathetic II hypo-
critical gaze we turn upon an enemy's
misfortunes. Impossible not to bet
avhihitipn ho
thought. Unhappy man, game Of de-
light, the two were playing from the
bunker together before a minute had
passed!
you and / would certainly do bet
ter at the mangle II this goes on" the
Doctor exclaimed with honest con.
viction; "the third bunker I've found
to-day. A man cannot be well who
does that"
Rheumatism, undoubtedly" the
Vicar said slyly.
A boyish laugh greeted the thrust.
"Shall we call 1t curiosity? Hang
the game! What does 1t matter? You
put bit OF india-rubber into flower.
pot and think you are better man
than I am. But you're not I'd play
you any day for the poor-box. Let's
talk of something else-Lady Eve
lyn, for instance"
"Will she marry him, Frederick"
"Rim-the sandy-haired foreigner
with the gypsy friends?"
"Is there any other concerned?"
"Oh, don't ask me. Do l keep her
pocketbook."
81 wish you did, my dear fellow.
From every point Of view, this mar.
riage would be deplorable."
From every point Of view but that
Of the two people concerned, perhaps.
She is girl with will Of her own
do you think she would marry him II
she didn't like him?"
"She might, from spite. There are
better reasons, perhaps worse. You
told me at their first meeting that you
believed her to be in love with him. "
II was an idiot. Let's finish the
round. The man will probably live to
be hanged-what does 1t matter?"
"Well, If it doesn't matter to you
It matters to nobody. I'll tell you
something queer-a thing l saw last
night. It's been in my head all day.
I'll tell you as we go to the next
green"
They drove couple OF good balls
and set out from the tee with lighter
hearts. AS they went, the Vicar un.
burdened himself Of that secret which
golf alone could have prevented him
disclosing an hour ago.
TO BE CONTINUED