The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1906-05-25
TIE EVENING STORY
LAIo LlIlVE d
by Margaret A1uzzey. ]


bers. and a crescent pin set with
pearls was put up especially for the
ladies by Millionaire Miller" rich
old bachelor.
Tom Price, aged sixteen. had de-
clined to enter for the tournament,
4 He stood no chance of winning WITH
out a big handicap, and desPised tnat
sort Of victory. If he were able to
play scratch like Mr.. SIoan=but that
contingency was too far in the future
to be considered. So holding aloof
from competition, Tom felt entitled
to indulge in disinterested criticism
Joe Smith, instructor for the club was
his chosen conf1dant.
mr.. Sloan ought to get the cup.
he has bo-bogied the course twice"
suffered Tom.
He is a crackerjack.'' said Joe
'fWho goes around with Mi-Miss
Benson? I mean to ve-verify her
score"
I'D send Mr.. sloan if he were not
playing himself" said Joe with
''He-he wouldn't believe his eyes If
he saw her tricks. It is q bloo-bloom-
ing shame that just because q girl is
pretty and knows how to firt, nobody
wants to accuse her of che-che-cheat-
sYou are catching cold. my boy
said Sloan, coming up behind him.
What is this mysterious converse
ton between you and Joe?"
I'VE were discuss-cus-cuss one
Of the players in the tournament,
said Tom, and after Sloan made a
practice drive to the edge of the green,
ut is awful to think of man VINO
can do that being mashed on a girl
who is-isn't square,
Round girls are prettier," said joe
ut is no Joke; something ought 10
be-be done. Listen, why not send the
cu-cu-curate around wit hher? He
would not dare lille about her score"
1.-THE very thingi" Joe exclaimed.
The club house piazza was crowded
with guests to see the players in the
tournament drive. The game with
no age limit included child rising
against parent and grandchild against
grandparent-
The first to drive, was millionaire
Miller He took plenty of time to ar
range his knees, shoulders, elbows,
wrists, hands and fingers, gave his
I body a mighty twist, and, as if boring
for oil with the toes of his right foot,
swung his club kissing through the air.
The spectators were breathless. Shad-
/ ing his eye with one hand Miller
strained eagerly forward
Il didn't follow through he said
excited1y. where did it go?''
IT see it, sir" said the caddy. sur
reptitiously picking up the ball a foot
from the tee to find it It's yards away.
i he UNDERSTOOD MS DuS1nGSS--IlG Was
| Miller's favOrite caddy.
Pretty Mary Benson came next,
/ looking the picture of innocent girl
hood in white linen, the pulled up
sleeves showing her plump arms be-
| low the elbow. Mr.. Morse, the earnest
little curate, was delighted to keep her
score and followed along talking
/ eagerly in his high-pitched voice
Tom had brought his huge concert
hall graphophone to the club house
f.ff
| lor to play band music for an inn
promptu dance in the evening, and he
came out onto the piazza just as Mary
Benson was about to drive. then he cut
across the links or & run and when
she and Morse reached the third tee,
was, to all human appearance looking
for a lost ball some distance off the
course.
Third was a bad place to drive
from. with the brook at the bottom of
a sharp incline not fifty yards ahead,
and Mary sent her ball-where? The
caddy looked in the long grass at one
side and the eurate, who admired her
beauty, and Tom, who did not admire
her at all, looked at Mary. She poked
among the stones by the brook with
her driver for a minute then, glancing
at Morse, who was apparently adding
the score, but really watching her
from the corner of his eye, she stopped
Overland a ball emerged from the
puff above her left elbow.
Here it is she called, and. sure
enough, there it was on a little fat
stone.
AN easy le.''' thought Tom, in two
Senses
At that moment Mr.. Morse had
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 were spattered with
muddy water TO the tops of their heads.
Tom rolled over behind the bushes in
an ecstasy of delight.
"T5y-by, lingo! that parson will be
an decentralization yet" he said.
Half an hour later Tom climbed in
at the rear window Of the club house
parlor. He had composed some verses
that he meant to record in his graphic
phone and spring" on the company
later. He adjusted the blank cylinder.
recorder and small horn and was about
to repeat them, when in walked the
Rev. Mr.. Morse, looking like an evolu-
ton from a rummage sale IN garments
hastily snatched from various lockers.
He laughed ruefully.
Il suppose you saw what happened?''
he said.
wouldn't have missed it for di-dia-
mond sunburst.'
GU die r~ soc anything peculiar
of course except the accident2' asked
More anxiously.
"One accident-two de-designs." said
Tom promptly.
The curate groaned.
Il simply had to throw her out of the
game some way. I could not counte-
nance her score and had not the cour-
age to expose her deceit before so many
people"
1T was grand" said Tom. IF she's
the sli-sli"'
sshe certainly is sly" interrupted the
curate.
slightest good she knew she was
ISL
"The same as lying put IN the
curate.
Likely to get caught finished Tom
81 trust you, my boy said Morse,
laying his hand on Toms shoulder,
but 1t occurred to me you might tell
what you saw to your favorite, Mr..
Sloan"