The Pleasantville press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1912-1929, 1923-06-27

MISS Majesty, sure I'm q sad de-
morallzed old cattleman." he said,
presently. AN I'm In need of a heap
of help"
"Very well unburden yourself"
"Wal, the cowboys have gone plumb
batty. jest plain crazy over this heah
game of gol-lof."
A merry peal of mirth greeted Still
wells solemn assertion.
"Oh, Stillwell, you are In fun" re-
piled Madeline.
81 hope to die If I'm not In daid
earnest" declared the cattleman. ITS
an amazin' strange fact. Ask Flo.
She'll tell you. She knows cowboys,
an how If they ever start on somethin'
they ride it as they ride a hoss."
Florence being appealed to. and evil
IDENTIFY feeling all eyes upon her, mod
estly replied that Stillwell had scarce
ly misstated the situation.
Cowboys play like they work or
fight" she added. "They give their
whole souls to 1t. They are great big
simple boys"
Indeed they are" said Madeline.
"Oh, I'm glad If they like the game of
golf. They have so little play"
"Wal, sometimes got to be did If
we're to go on raisin' cattle at Her
Majesty's Rancho" replied Stillwell.
He appeared both deliberate and re-
signed.
Madeline remembered that despite
Stii1utolI'c cfnanlfnity bo uoc 90 danp
as any of his cowboys, and there vas
absolutely no gaging him where posi-
bilities of fun were concerned. Made
line fancied that his exaggerated talk
about the cowboys sudden craze for
golf was in line with certain other re-
markable tales that had lately emanat-
ed from him. Some very strange things
had occurred of late, and it was i'm
possible to tell whether or not they
were accidents, mere coincidents. or
deep-laid, skillfully worked-out designs
of the f%un-loving cowboys. Certainly
there had been great fun, and at the
expense of her guests, particularly
Castleton. So Madeline was at a loss
10 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.
"To go back a ways" went on Still
well, as Madeline looked on expect
antly, you recollect what pride the
boys took in fixin' up that gol-lot
course out on the mesa? Wal, they
worked on the job, an though 1 never
seen any other course, I'll gamble
yours can't be beat. The boys was
sur curious about that game. You
recollect also how they all wanted tc
see you an your brother play, an be
caddies for you? Wal, whenever you'd
quit they'd go to work tryin' to play
the game. Monty Price, he was the
leadin' spirit. Old as l am, Miss Maj
esty, an used as l am to cowboy ex
centrikities, l 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 a 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
hob 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 dom
the same. That wasn't very hard, ]
reckon. They played early an late an
in the moonlight. For a while Monty
was coach, an the boys stood it. But
pretty soon frankie Slade got pulled