The suburban citizen., 1902-10-25
The Lady Of
the Red Clover

Under the big oak by the nlteenIu
tee Mr.. Arthur Glendenning was sit
ting at his ease. He was some ten
strokes behind his opponent, Colonel
Bogey, but this did not bother him in
the least, Bogey not being one Of those
players who tack their score cards in
conspicuous places on the clubhouse
bulletin board and mention their vic
tories to every one they meet Nor was
Arthur annoyed by the fact that Il hun
cry bunker had swallowed up his ball
indeed, he hoped that his caddy's
search for It would go unrewarded yet
a while, for 1t was restful here, and,
incidentally, there was a rather allur-
ing picture in the field just across the
leaf.strewn road that ran by the oak.
The picture was that Of gil framed
in red clover. 1t was 4 moving picture.
too; that is, the girl was moving, gath
ering a big bunch of clover blossoms.
Resting against the fence Arthur no.
ticed a bicycle.
THAT girl is not slave TO fads, any
how" he commented, laz!ly, TO himself
"or she would have given Up the wheel
for ping-pong. The fact that she is out
here alone indicates that she possesses
independence and a mind of her-what!
She's looking at that COW rs if she
were afraid Of it"'
If Arthu"s imagination had been
vivid enough to have viewed the COW
as the girl viewed it. he would not have
been so surprised that the beast should
be causing her TO show trepidation. \
few minutes before, when she was sur
mounting the difficulty Of the fence in
quest of the clover she had assured
herself that she wasn't a bit afraid Of
/ that COW, and, as a matter Of fact she
| had felt brave until the COW had sud
denly raised its head from the grass
and began to stare. Stares are always
disconcerting. Perhaps the COW re-
garded her as an enemy browsing upon
Its clover, perhaps as a friend with a
handful Of salt. At any rate, it gazed
at her fSedly for a moment, and then
took two steps in her direction. The
girl retreated two steps, returning the
COWS stare haughtlly. Suddenly the
latter seemed to make up its mind, and
began to advance in a business-like
way, with long, swinging strides,
A delicate, silvery shrek pierced the
afternoon air. and the flight and puls
suit began. In running ability they
were quite evenly matched. The girl
neared the fence-she gained it-she be-
gan to climb. II was n most alluring
picture, and Arthur Glendenning sue
cumbed to a great temptation. He had
his weaknesses. One Of them had to
DO with cameras. The pretty views
On the Ferndale links are so many that
IN this match with Colonel Bogey he
had directed his caddy to bring the in
strument along. At this instant 1t lay
ut his side, He seized it. leveled it; Its
eye winked once. Then he dropped II
hastily behind log. and was across
the rond, all sollcitude. just as the fil-
gitive fell, n palpitating heap, on the
grass on the safe side Of the fence.
"Are you hurt?" he inquired, anx.
lously.
"No, no, thank you" she painted, "but
that-that terrible coww
Arthur glanced in the direction Of the
cow. 1t did not have n very terrible
aspect, but rather an expression of
mild surprise, and even injury, as IL II
were exclalming to Itself: Dear me,
how very disappointing! Where's my
saltf"
LET me assist you to ycur feet said
Arthur, In his best manner. bending
over her, She did not move, but OK.
claimed, distresscdly:
"Oh, dear. the fence has torn my
skirt! You haven't such things as a
pin or two, have you"
There was n beseeching note in her
voice, and the young man would have
given much to have been able to have
produced a pin, but 1t was impossible.
He felt Of his clothing hopelessly; he
gazed out over the sweeping green Of
the links, up at the trees, up at the
canopy Of the heavens, but he saw no
pin
The caddy's curly head just then ap.
1eared over the edge Of the bunker.
Here, caddy,' shouted Arthur, run
over to the clubhouse and get some
pins, safety pins, any kind, and get all
they've got in the place. Run!
But don't run so fast" he added, "as
to injure your health" for the girl
with the pink glowing beneath the
white Of her rounded cheeks, with the
brilllancy Of excitement still in hel
eyes, and with wayward curlettes
struggling from out of her mass OF
light hair, was certainly a picture
even more of picture than she hat
seemed TO Arthur from distance-ant
he was too appreciative Of the artistic
TO be willing that such picture should
pass quickly from his view.