Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1923-08-10

deep-laid, skillfully worked-out designs
of the fun-loving cowboys. Certainly
there had been great fun, and at the
expense of her guests, particularly
Castleton. So Madeline was at loss
to know what to think about Stillwell's
latest elaboration. From mere force
of habit she sympathiZed with him and
found difficulty In doubling his appar-
ent sincerity.
ITO go back ways" went on Still
well, as Madeline looked on expect
antly, "yOu recollect what pride the
boys took In fixin' up that gol-lof
course out on the mesa2 Wal, they
worked on the Job, an though I never
seen any other course, I'll gamble
yours can't be beat. The boys was
sure curious about that game. You
recollect also how they all wanted to
see you an your brother play, an be
caddies for you2 Wal, whenever you'd
quit they'd go to work tryin' to play
the game. Monty Price, he was the
leadin' spirit. Old as 1 am, Miss Maj
centrikities, I nearly dropped daid
when / heerd that little hobble-footed,
burned-up Montana cow-puncher say
there wasn't any game too swell for
him, an gol-lof was just his speed.
Serious as preacher mind you, he
was. An he was always practicin'.
When Stewart gave him charge Of the
course an the clubhouse an all them
funny sticks, why, Monty was tickled
to death. You see, Monty is sensitive
that he amt much good any more for
cowboy work. He was glad to have a
job that he didn't feel he was hangin'
to by kindness. Wal, he practiced the
game, an he read the books in the
clubhouse an he got the boys to doin'
the same. That wasn't very hard, I
reckon. They played early an late an
In the moonlight. For while Monty
was coach, an the boys stood 1t. But
pretty soon frankie Slade got puffed
on his game, an he had to have 1t out
with Monty. Wal, Monty beat him
bad. Then one after another the other
boys tackled Monty. He beat them ALL
After that they split up an began to
play matches, two on side. For a
spell this worked fine. But cowboys
can't never be satisfied long onless
they win all the time. Monty an Link
Stevens, both cripples, you might say,
joined forces an elected to beat all
comers. Wal, they did, an that's the
trouble. Down at the hunks In the
evenin's it's some mortifyin' the way
Monty an Link crow over the rest OF
the outfit. They've taken on superior
airs. You couldn't reach up to Monty
with trimmed spruce pole. An Link
wal, he's just amazin' scornful.
want to say, for the good Of ranchin',
not to mention a possible fight. that
Monty an Link hev got to be beat.
There'n be no peace round this ranch
till that's done.'
Madeline could hardly control her
mirth.
"What In the world can I do?"
"Wal, I reckon I couldn't say. I
only come to you for advice. All I'm
sure Of Is that the conceit has got to
be taken out Of Monty an Link"
"Stillwell, listen," said Madeline,
brightly. "We1l arrange match
game, foursome, between Monty and
Link and your best picked team. Cas-
tleton, who Is an expert golfer, will
umpire. My sister, and friends, and |
will take turns as caddies for your
team. That will be fair, considering
yours Is the weaker. Caddies may
coach, and perhaps expert advice Is all
that is necessary for your team to de-
feat MQntY.&"