The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1898-10-04
Mrs. Bine on Golf.
From the Atlanta Constitution-)

Cardigan
II is not often that Constance calls me
Cardigan, but - hen she does there Is an
unmistakable information. about 1t that in
dicates volumes OF business energy.
''Mr. Bine,'' said Constance, this time
in -gentler tone. When she first spoke
to me and 1 made no response she glanced
up from her sewing and saw that | was
figuring on difficult shot. Now l VII
say that Constance sometimes displays
unexpected sweetness of disposition. Tor,
though she deteSts crokinole. she SAID
nothing more 10 me until, l had knocAed
three of my father-in-law's men on the
board in one superb-almost masterICt-
shot. At once responded with look,
not speaking, for when Constance tatn-
er has the last shot and he Is some ~
or 20 behind the game he must nave ao-
solute quiet MOI even Alice or Joseph
are permitted TO break the quiet while
their grandfather lines up for close shot
1t was only after her father had retail
ated by knocking two men off the board
and staying in the 10 circle that Con-
stance dared say: Mr. Binen
MIR. Bine" continued Constance don't
you ever get tired of such silly game?
You sit up there and shoot and PUNK
and groan and grunt as II the result OF
the Peace commissions deliberations
hinged upon your next shot
Hold on. there" said my father-in-
law, st am out Two excess balances
your 90 and the five is an excuse for me
also, and 90 and 10 are 100. Ha, ha. ha,
ha. That's five out of four I've beaten
you. You ought to play mumble-peg.
Cardigan!"
He certainly can't play crokinole.
said Constance.
That's So" howled my tather-in-law.
''Ht, ha, ha, ha!'
II am glad that Mr.. tBine does not
play a good game Of crokinole; that Is.
II any crokLnole is good What IS crok-
mole, anyway? I should feel ashamed of
Mr. Bine If he displayed too much ability
in the direction of that humping. slid
ing, nervous. noisy alleged amusement.
We shall soon see the last Of crokinole,
for
'Heyr' gasped my tather-in-law and
together.
yes, indeed. Mr.. Bine Is going to learn
to play golf"
"Ha, ha, ha, hal? scornfully laughed
my father-in-law.
HEM said /.
And look like a monkey with those
red toys on said my father-in-iaw.
gleefully.
Mr.. Bine will look as well as any OF
the golfers" said Constance. and she
walked to where 1 was sitting and put
her hand on my shoulder.
mo worse, 1 hope" put In Constance
! father. 1 suppressed my desire to In
dulge INA little repartee, Constance hay-
ing judiciously squeezed my arm TO secure
| my silence. l looked out Of the window.
Father" said Constance, gently. smil-
| ing, "you know a great deal more about
| croknole than you do about golf"
$50 does Cardigan he retorted, land
he knows little enough about crokinole- y
| I grinned dryly. Constance smiled grim
! ". My father-in-law laughed uproari-
| ously. I felt called upon to say some
thing.
81 have always fancied golf" I said
magnanimously, in one look forgiving all
that had been said up to that point and
intimating in my tone that there had bet,
ter be no more ridiculing Of my we'll
known insufficient points.
ST told Mrs. Jack-Brown so. You know
her husband, don't you Cardigan?"
IT am acquainted with Mr.. Jack
Brown" said 1, wedding out the hypher
with infinite care; and when my father
! in-law laughed in his good-natured fash
| ion l could not resist joining in.
''Wen, Mrs. Jack-Brown," continued
| Constance, without pausing to permit the
remarks of her father and me to cloud
the situation, plays a beautiful game
We were out on the Brookstone link:
last week. intended to tell you about
it before, MIR Bine-and she came neal
beating me. It was glorious. Why. Mr.
Jack-Brown and Mr.. Somerset Turner
barely did have the chance to call ou
| etiquette and fore and they are Ilr'
Players
Tell us about 1t, Constance said my
| father-in- law, and he gave me look anC
said: What is etiquette, Constance?
"Why, ktiquette," replied my wife. II
what golf players call out when they wan
to pass another"
90" said, when they want to be i'm
polite they call it etiquette. And nov
much does four count?"
Fore, you BOBBY said Constance
mot the numerical. That is when yol
want to hit the ball and are afraid your
strike some one in front of you. Blu
that is neither here nor there. 1 beat il
81. though I encountered more bunker
than Mrs. Jack-Brown-"
do they let tramps sleep on the gol
ground2" asked my father-in-law. Con
stance ignored his question
an the play to the fourth Mrs. Jack
Brown drove into a bunker and lost thre
getting out and gave up the hole. Coins
to the sixth I pulled my third off tn
course and the hole was halved in eight
I topped my fourth into the skokie, go
ing to the seventh. and Mrs. Jack-Browl
evened the score by taking the hole.
took the boomerang in five. When "
drove for the eighteenth the score wa
all even I took the hole in five. makin
me dormie one. My puts were all fine
and
| Constance looked at me- and then at he
father NY father-In-law and I were re
garding each other with martyr-like ex
pressions. Constance has a way OF closin
her lips firmly.
'Dormir. dormir, dor7nir," repeated m
! father-in-Iaw. why, 1 was sure tina
hunks were to sleep m Doesn't dorm
mean to sieep?'"
I know little about French. so / sal
nothing Ny father-in-law offered me on
of his best cigars-I never smoke--an
sauntered toward the hall In the dooi
way he turned and said solemnly:
''Blokie in the smutungs boShkins gan
ed tea-caddy lookout chivalry windrii
glasSed putty. Ha-ha-hs -ha-ha?
That was one time l felt like Joinin
: in his laugh. but a look from Constanc
cooled my ardor. II is my belief that
| viii not be requested 70 play golf this SEE
son However. Constance has ideas
her own
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