Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1904-02-20
A GOWN KNEES
rEyTSS rDE
AT HIS SIDE.

the game. What a disheartening exhibition
of topped balls and pulls and slices her last
lesson had BEEN. But girl with face ike
that was subject to none of the standards
brought to the judging of other mortals.
She might break his mashies and treat him
like dirt in the boxes, if she pleased Da-
YOU'D only remembered that her eyes were
gray stars under a IN. dnight OF lashes. Be
sides, she wasn't altogether like the other
society bellies who took to golf as they did
to OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES it was the correct
thing There was pluck under her pride.
Davoud knew that the big, bleeding blister
between her thumb and forefnger must
have smarted She had at least one of the
requisites for becoming a golfer-sand.
The terminus of the trolley line from the
city was a block below, leaving the traveller
to plod through a wilderness of wet clay
As the car whizzed to the track limits, q
girl in a dark blue raincoat and Tam
OShanter cap stood in the door. Davoud
recognized the 1.-THE straightness of the
slender figure He became nervously in
tsrested in the dilapidated mashie.
You'd better stay, Tommy" he said.
She came up the steps in the gray rain,
smiling the well-bred smile which had in it
such a maddeningly impersonal sweetness.
Good morning, Mr.. Davoud Is 1t too
wet for lesson today? l am determined
to conquer that swing.
Davoud endeavored to keep the admira-
ton out of his clear hazel eyes.
II at your service, Miss De Peyster."
Picking up a driver and some irons, and
examining Il rev DdllS INTO his ne
followed her to the teeing ground, sta
tioning the caddy down the slope by the
narrow brook.
blue raincoat, generously supplied with
gold braid and brass buttons, gives the
wearer smart military appearance, but
II is not the best costume in the world for
golf. Davoud eyed it with a mixture of
personal admiration and professional dis
approval
I'm afraid you won't be able to do much
In that coat" he ventured, respectfully. IF
you'll let me take il back to the club house
III bring you one Of my sweaters instead"
His fair pupil heSitated, evidently i'm
pressed with the wisdom of his remark.
Then, Thank you, no., she said with a
sweet fnality.
Davoud understood. Such favors could
only be accepted from ones equals.
A wild desire to conquer that ingram
pride OF hers came upon him. He under
stood her attitude well enough He had not
worked among her cult three years with
out learning that IL you were in their set
all right, you were worthy of consideration
otherwise. as man, you simply didn't ex-
lst Davoud was something of a philoso-
pher and had hitherto gone on his clean and
healthy way, much in the open air, with
happy-hearted consciousness from tn,
trammeilng influence of all such nonsense
lie frowned slightly as he handed her
CURLY.
Aren't you going to give me a ban?'
asked Miss De Peyster
NO use Till you know the swing better >
returned Davoud unsmilingly. Here was
the kingdom in which he was the unuues.
toned autocrat.
Antoinette De Peyster took the drive,
meekly. Up to this time her instructor hac
borne with her angular slashes with a long
suffering patience. He was different today
Her first practice swing was beauti
fnl exposition of all the glaring faults pos
SiDle TO a golfer.
Davoud refrained from comment "Tr,
again." he said.
Swing number two resulted in a rnixu,
OF coat and driver disastrous in the ex
IRENE.
mo good." remarked Davoud with un
feeling brevity. Here, caddy," he Gale,
We won't be using any balls this morning.
A burning flush leaped TO the girls cheeks
Stay where you are, caddy,.. she called
we will be using balls this morning"
She tore Off the hampering coat and stoot
In the rain In cheviot shirt-waist Witt
the same fierce determinat ton, she took on
her sleeve links and rolled up her sleeves
There! she said. as she took up he
driver
Davouds hazel eyes were tell-tale III
had weak desire 10 renew his offer of
sweater But he shut his lips. One snu
was enough
Now. give a good easy back swing h
said eneourasingly. Don't hurry. &c
your shoulders into it and follow you
stroke through. Steady, now!'
She gave a little despairing sroan an
bent to her task. Swing after swing som
bad some indifferent some good. An hou
passed. Her back was aching; her thi
shirt waist was wet through and chung
her slender shoulders; the rain ran OFF he
Tam OShanter and down into her eyei