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WiEN TOE, YANKEE, CAME
IX the whirlwind cavalry of Forrest
he had not risen above the rank of
lieutenant: but that made no differ
ence in his ultimate promotion, though
while he still was young they addressed
him only as Captain, reserving his
high rank for the time when his hair
should turn gray. So, when old age came along,
he was Colonel. This picturesque old man, tall,
spare, quick-eyed, was the victim of many a snap
shot; and the fiery past still lived in his resent
ments; but in his genial moments his manner was
fruitful of all the softness and kindliness which first
inspired the word gentleman. A poet whose song
was never heard beyond his native hills [called
him an old book, not that he was learned, but
because he was so easy to read. The Colonel ob
jected to this compliment, however. "I am nut
an old book, sir," he
said. "I am a
Georgian," and he
would shake his head
as if he did not
knev that some of
the quaintest of
old U>oks had been
printed upon hand
presses knocked to
pieces in England
and afterward set
up in the Colony of
< >ut i if a name one
may glean a fanciful
hint of character:
but tl is man's name
*\a> Blunt, and the
w< rd alone offered
no glimpse of him.
S laxp eyes do not
belong to a man
named Blunt, and
when he had whetted
hi- eves on a joke
they were as keen as a scythe, and they Hashed too
like a sevthe in the sun. It is easier to be a sinner
than a saint, and he did not always exert himself.
After the war was done, pistols cracked in the South
like the desultory popping of corn when taken off
the :ire. and the Colonel, having been drawn into a
quarrel because such a course was along the lines
of least resistance, shot a fellow named Hancey —
didn't kill him, but shot him hard enough to arouse
regTet: and it is said that he sent the key of his
smoke-house to Haneev's wife, with these words:
"As long as there is any meat on the place you are
weloonie t<> it." And it was a wag who said that
the woman returned this message: "If you'll send
me the key to your corn-crib you may take another
shot at him."
In the South the crop of kinsfolk is usually large.
In kindred there is rarely a drouth. Hut the Colonel
had only one near relative, a granddaughter, and
he called her Polly. While she was little she liked
the name — it had a funny sound, she seemed to
think — but when she went oil to a b< >arding-school
the girls thought it funny too, and then she wanted
to change it, and wrote to the old man, lagging
him to address his letters to Mis? Marie Blunt:
but the next letter came with "Polly" on the
envelop, almost big enough to have been done with
a blacking-brush. This would argue that his name
was Blunt; but within the cove-ring he repented to
the degree of writing her name small — but it was
Polly just the same. "You don't st-em to remem
faer," said he, "that your grandmother's name was
Polly, and she not only went to a boarding-school
but was educated in France. Please don't get any
Yankee notions in your head, and above all, don't
put on a red jacket and play that senseless game
called golf. Kememlier that though times have
changed your grandfather is still a human being."
As Polly, the girl returned home "finished," and
; : - Polly she went about her duties, consisting
mainly of fetching a coal of tire in the evening to
light the old man's pipe, for he held that fire from
a match, and particularly a Yankee match, did
not offer an article of heat to be compared with the
native product. The old house was adorned by a
portico, after the style of the Greeks, it was said
by ]>eople who were never in Greece, and who had
never studied that most bell-like of all languages;
and it was here that the old man would sit in the
afterr.oon, which he called evening, and smoke,
while his eye slowly wandered over the worn and
gullied field's, with his mind in the past, sometimes
amid the flowers, as could be told from his sweetened
In Hi* Long Stride- as He Came Up the WalK There Was a Cultivated Awhwardness
SUNDAY MAGAZINE for MAY 28. 1905
A. Story of the I b^cHus s&s* ia 1
liavasioia of tfclhe OldUttime Soiisitlhk
By OPIE RJEAB
countenance, and sometimes amid the hurricanes
of war. His lii^ rocking-chair was bottomed with
sheepskin, the chair itself was made of hi
saplings, and dated back to a time when old Andrew
n was winning the love of his countrymen
with patriotism and startling Europe with au
The girl Polly had been home two days, and
during this time had tearfully employed her time
in writing to d< mpanions v horn she never
. live without, ami who of course were d<
• • bo the shadowy past. In the evening
of the second day when I I foi
... . . re tongs i
for that pui i i thai id been
Bul ■ ' n1 ted
his pi] ■ I forth hi I
- hair, as red as a tinged
by ti rosl
• ■ ' • ...
- ■ ■iv : "\ ■>v
n therivei painted all 1
■ ■ • : ■ ■ rtisi
y. Soul! V'
the 1 m, and wl ■
.... . . ■ twilight; and
■ . ■ time, 1
en the clouds are purple and hanj
'* Y< re poei I aftern< m •n.
lis when? Vfterm on!
re, Polly, 1
it. We always said 'Moi I Evening. 1
I heard ii r from N
k in ther< i rward
talking to the genti . red '
•• said ' W ten
Now— i i tybe you don't know how 1
ed? 'Good-to-mi r r. v. . • • ■ ; I
'••ecu no more strai
tracked a smile
we all laughed. P< I
and whooped. We
told the fellow I me 1 ack and take anything he
mted; but he shook his head and 'lowed that
he'd rather take his own leave than anythr
••Times change," she sagely remarked, twisting
"But virtues don't," In- replied.
■ ■ ■ ■ ■•( Hd ones may not cl
rise. It was tl t thai the
. .i was dis-
Eh, v iseaci t votei
A young mai the j I ng
ted aw kwardn< H
■ troke tl . ir of an .....
saddled up to snei - -■ - lli en
taking off his cap he bowed to Polly
and her grandfather. The old man
got out of his hickory chair and invited
the visitor to sit down, which he did,
on a bench, making some good-humored
remark, and then asked if he had
the pleasure of addressing Colonel Blunt.
The old man bowed, and looked at Polly as if
he had expected her to take to bashful heels:
but she stood there with the tongs in her hand, and
was not at all frightened.
Colonel, 1 am here as a delegate," said the young
man. "The club has decided that your old field
over yonder, gracefully rolling as it is, would make
capital golf links, and I have come to see if some
arrangements toward that end can be made with
The old man took the tongs from the girl, and
snapped them not in
the face of the young
man, but at him, and
snorted out that to
devote land to such
a purpose was an
outrage. With her
eyes Polly apologized
for her grandfather's
violence; but the
young man did not
appear in the least
put out, no doubt
having been warned
in advance. "A most
romantic spot!" he
"Sir," spoke the
old man, "1 take
you to be from the
North,, and it is a
well-known fact that
the Yankees don't
know anything alx >ut
romance. You have
always been the mur
derers of romance. You tried to kill Christmas in
order that you might set up your gluttonous Thanks
giving Day; and you sent your peddlers down
here to tell us ' Good-afternoon.' And now you come
to turn my plantation into — what do you call it?
Links, did you say? Links! Now where on earth
did you get that outlandish name? "
"Golf is a Scotch name," said the young man,
"Then go over to Scotland and play it. You nay
nut be aware of the fact, sir, but this is America."
"In the North we are beginning to think that
this is indeed an important part of America; and
that is the reason why we are moving our cotton
factories in this direction. My grandfather is
building. the factory over in the village."
"Your grandfather? And does he know that
you play golf, sir"' "
"He plays it himself."
"What' Tell him, sir, he is an old fool!"
The girl made a motion as if she would clap her
hand upon his mouth, and the young man laughed.
"Well, Colonel, I don't know that he is any older
than you are. "
"I am sixty-seven, sir.
"Yes"r Well, granddad is only sixty-tive— not
quite so old. you see."
"Well, it's no virtue of his own. And he's going
to till our atmosphere with smoke!"
"But he is going to buy your cotton."
"And isn't that a consolation?" Polly inquired.
The young fellow thanked her with a bow. " A
beautiful view from here," he said.
"Yes," she replied, "when the sun has gone
down, gold and pearl and brown, melting one into
" With the silvery glimpse of the river," he added,
and he might have said more, with eyes wide, feed
ing upon the girl's sunburst of hair; but a grunt
from the old man brought him back to the com
moner things of earth. "Now, you go and tell
your gang — "
"Grandfather, he said club."
"And I said gang! Now, you go and tell your
gang that they sha'n'l have a foot of my land to
knock their white balls over. If they want to play
shinny let them get a rubber ball and have at it.
But no golf on my land."
"I'm very sorry, Colonel. I was told thai al
though your name was Blunt you were far from — "
" I beg your pardon." the old man broke in; "but
dismiss the unpleasant object of your visit and stay
to supper with us. 1 have some relics here that