We met McTavish, the host of the hotel, an aging planter, who kept his public house as an adjunct of his farm, and more for sociability than gain.

Hardly any one had neglected to write beside his name tributes to the charm of the place and the kind heart of McTavish.

"I'm goin' to the west'ard," said McTavish.

Again we passed the idyllic shores of Moorea, glimpsed the grove of Daphne and McTavish's bungalow at Urufara, and saw the heights, the desolated castle, the marvels of light and shade upon the hills and valleys, left the silver circlet of the reef, and made the open sea.

There was McTavish of Rupert's House, a three days' journey to the northeast; Rand of Fort Albany, a week's travel to the northwest; Mault of Fort George, ten days beyond either, all grizzled in the Company's service.

"When I was quite a small girl Mr. McTavish, of Rupert's House, gave me a little rifle.

[Breck Cameron], the sergeant sent to arrest Hamish Bean McTavish, by whom he is shot.

He had first been attracted to the coursea sweet course, said the golf-architect who had laid it out over the rolling land south of townby the personality of one John Knox McTavish, an earnest Scotchman of youngish middle age, procured from afar to tell the beginning golfers of Newbern to keep their heads down and follow through and not to press the ball.

He delighted to hear John McTavish talk, and hung about the new clubhouse, apparently without purpose, until John not only sanctioned but besought his presence, calling him Laddie and luring him with tales of the monstrous gains amassed by competent caddies.

And the talk of John Knox McTavish about the wealth accruing to alert caddies had proved to be not all fanciful.

"Laddie," said John McTavish, "if I but had the lost-ball pur-r-rivilege of yon sweet courr-r-se and could insu-r-r-e deliver-r-r-y!"

For the better sort of Newbern, despite conscientious warnings for which they paid John McTavish huge sums, would insist upon pressing the ball in the face of constant proof that thus treated it would slice into the rough to cuddle obscurely at the roots of tall grass.

On an afternoon had come his brother Gideon and Rapp, Senior, elated pupils of John McTavish, to play sportingly for half a ball a hole.

In the fading light of seven o'clock on that fair summer's evening John McTavish for the hundredth time seized the heavy arms of Sharon Whipple and bent them back and up in the right line.

Then Sharon did the thing faithfully in his own way, which was still, after an hour's trial, not the way of John McTavish.

But apparently now, while the secret was simple enough to tellit took John McTavish hardly a score of burry words to tell it allit was less simple to demonstrate.

"Ye've done gr-r-rand f'r-r a beginnerr-r," said John McTavish, wearily, perfunctorily.

" "Mon, mon!" protested the hurt McTavish.

"And yer-r-r full hour-r-'s lesson now will be two dollar-r-rs." "Certainly, McTavish," said Sharon, concealing his amazement.

John Knox McTavish figured at these times as consulting expert.

He was welcomed effusively to the golf course by John Knox McTavish.

"Good!" said John on the morning of his appearance, which was effusive for any McTavish.

"John McTavish says the should-have-had score for this course is a mar-r-rvel.

I'll call Andy McTavish, which'll no be his richt name, ye'll ken.

It's for daring to say, last night in my place, that the Committee is rotten to the core, and that they murdered Sandy McTavish in cold blood when they took him out and hung him for killing that greaser in self-defense.