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"But you promised not to," Miss Dangerfield protested. "So did you," I replied. "It seems that Percy flatly asked her to marry him, and that she flatly refused him," she continued, ignoring my implied threat. "I understand that Mr. LaHume is going to resign from the club." "Why?" I asked. "Does he not find it effective as a matrimonial agency?" "I don't know," she said.
"Well, what do you think of the cold nerve of that clodhopper?" exclaimed LaHume, staring at the retreating figure of Wallace. "I presume he has ruined that new ball." "Not with that stroke," I said. "I wish I could make as good an approach with any club in my bag as he did with that improvised cane." I picked up the ball and found that there was not a blemish on it.
LaHume is devoted to her, as much as he can be devoted to any one or anything, and there have been rumours now and then that they were engaged or about to be engaged, but since it has always been possible to trace these reports back to LaHume I have had my doubts of their accuracy. Miss Olive Lawrence has inherited a large fortune, and is the master of it and of herself.
"Tell you what I'll do with you, LaHume," said Chilvers, who never misses an opportunity to stir up trouble. "I'll bet you a box of Haskells that our Scotch friend, who is now out there milking, can outdrive you twenty yards, and I never saw him with a club in his hands." "I am not his rival in that or in any other capacity," warmly declared LaHume.
"I doubt if I knew enough of the game," said Wallace, quietly, "to be either. I merely played there and at other places when I had the opportunity." "Mr. Wallace says that St. Andrews does not compare with some of the newer links in Scotland," declared Miss Lawrence, ignoring LaHume. "Which ones, for instance?" asked Carter, who has played over most of the fine courses in Great Britain.
LaHume wandered away in search of the ladies, whose laughter and chatter from the near-by veranda proved they were cheerfully enduring his absence. I caught a glimpse of Wallace as he drove the cows into the old barn, and wondered if LaHume seriously considered the "hired man" as a rival.
"Well, let's see," figured Mr. Harding, and I felt in my bones he would make a mess of it. "Get out your pencil, Smith, and take us down as I give the names. There's Ma Harding and me, that's two; there's Carter and Grace makes four; LaHume and his sweetheart makes six; then there's " "Mr. LaHume and whom?" interrupted Miss Lawrence, her cheeks red and her eyes snapping fire.
Wallace looked over an array of clubs, selected some which suited him, but retained my cleek and mashie. It was agreed I should act as caddy for Wallace, Chilvers for Kirkaldy, and that Carter should referee. LaHume declined to act in any capacity. All games were postponed to watch this strange contest, and the "gallery" clustered at the first tee numbered fully one hundred.
He tried in vain to induce Wallace to take some large sum of money, but this strange young Scotchman positively refused to accept more than the regular rate for a lesson. LaHume left, bag and baggage, early this morning, and I doubt if Woodvale will see him again. His membership is for sale, and at a special meeting of the board his resignation was accepted.
LaHume was furious when Carter and I told him Wallace was a candidate for Kirkaldy's place. "What do you mean by taking this step without consulting me?" he blustered. "We have not employed this chap yet," Carter calmly responded. "Don't get excited, Percy, Wallace may not make good." "But who knows who he is?" demanded LaHume. "He may be the rankest kind of an impostor."
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