The Ellensburg dawn. [volume] (Ellensburg, Wash.) 1898-1914, 1906-09-04

the score. but really Watching her from
the corner of his eye. she stopped over,
and Il ball emerged from the puff above
her left elbow.
Here it is she called, and, sure
stone.
AN easy lie" thought Tom, Gin two
senses"
At that moment Mr.. Morse had a
surprising accident. He started toward
Mary. stumbled at the top of the bank
and, unable to stop himself, ran straight
into her with such force that they were
both hustled into the brook up to their
knees and We're spattcrcd with muddy
water To the tops of their heads. Tom
rolled over behind the bushes in an
ecstasy of delight.
"By-hy iingo. That parson will be
an decentralization yet" he said.
Half an hour later Tom climbed in at
the rear window of the clubhouse par
lor. He had composed some verses that
he meant to record in his graphophone
and spring on the company later. He
adjusted the blank cylinder, recorder
and small horn and was about to re-
peat them when in walked the Rev.
Mr. Morse looking like an evolution
from Il rummage sale in garments has
tily snatched from various lockers. He
laughed rucfully.
Il suppose YOU saw what happened:"
he said.
"Wouldn't have missed it for di-dia-
mond sunburst.'
You did not see anything peculiar, of
course. except the accident:" asked
Morse anXiouSly.
zone accdcnt--two de-designs," said
Tom promptly.
The curate groancd.
Il simply had to throw her out of the
game some way | could not counte
nance her score ana had not the cour-
people
1t was grand" said Tom. IF she's
the sli-Sli''-
she certainly is sly" interrupted the
curatc.
slightest good she knew she was
li-li'-
The same as lying" put in the
curatc.
"likcly to get caught" finished Tom.
Il trust you, my boy" said Morse.
laying his hand on Toms shoulder,
but it occurred to me you might tell
what YOU saw to your favorite, Mr..
Sloan"
Il shant say word, but he ought
to know. He might marry her and
fi-fi-hnd out afterward.'
"She will never marry him." said
Morse.
"IIe-he thinks she WILL" said Tom.
Il started to tease her about him, and
she made fun of hm-imitated his
slow way of speaking \ girl may dis
claim or protest about man she really
cares for. but ridicule-never. Besides,
she gave me to understand she is en-
gagged to Mr. Miller. Here comes
Sloan. | do not wish to meet him just
now" And the curate escaped from
the window.
y
Tom fussing over his graphophone, tax
ing off the small horn and putting on
the big morning glory"
"Who won the ladies PIN" he asked.
Your grandmother" said Sloan.
laughing.
MY wh-wh- what"
"She had handicap Of forty-fve on
the nine holes and came out ahead of
Miss Brown. the English girl who
played the whole course in fortyfve."
The crowd on the piazza was cheer
ing and calling for Sloan to present
him with the cup which he had won.
Bring me a drink, Tom, will you? ]
am choking with thirst and must go
outside a minute" said Sloan, throw
Ing himself on the divan.
That's right -li-li-ie down. said
Tom. You will need to- And, giving
the graphophone Il final touch that
started it going, he left the room.
The blank cylinder intended for
Toms verses had recorded his CONVEX
saton with the curate, and every word
was reproduced for Sloan's benefit.
When Tom returned the room was
empty. Sloan had avoided them ali,
cutting across the fields to town. and
neither Tom nor any CT his fellow golf
crs saw him again until he returned
from Europe year later after Miss
Benson was married to Millionaire Mil
Ter.