The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1906-08-21
THEY WE'RE BOTH HUSTLED INTO THE
BROOK.

Tom, and after Sloan made a practice
drive to the edge of the green, 1T is
awful to think of man who can do
that being mashed on girl who is
isn't square"
Round girls are prettier,' said Joe.
TT is no joke. Something ought to
be-be done Listen. Why not send
the cu-cu-cmate around with her? He
would not dare lille about her score"
The very thing! Joe exclaimed.
The clubhouse 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
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 GREATNESS.
Shading his eye with one hand, Miller
strained eagerly forward.
81 didn't follow through he said eX-
citedly where did it go?"
81 see it, sir" said the caddy, surrep-
titiously picking up the ball a foot
from the tee to find it IT'S yards away.
He understood his business. He was
Miller's favorite caddy.
Drottxv Nav Rnncon cafna noyt look
ing the picture of innocent girlhood in
white linen, the pulled up sleeves
showing her plump arms below the ell
bow. 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 clubhouse and
set it up in one corner of the parloT
to play band music for an impromptu
dance in the evening, and he came out
on to the piazza just as Mary Benson
was about to drive; then he cut across
the links on run and when she and
Morse reached the third tee was, to all
human appearance, looking for 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 curate. who admired her
beauty. and Tom. who did hot admire
her at all, looked at Mary. She poked
among the stones by the brook with
her driver for a minute; then. glancirg
at Morse. who was apparently adding
the score, but really watching her from
the corner of his eye, she stopped over,
and ball emerged from the puff above
her left elbow.
Here it is" she called, and, sure
enough, there it was on little flat
stone.
"An easy lie" thought Tom, Sin two
senses"
At that moment Mr. Morse had q
surprising accident He started toward
Mary, stumbled at the top of the bank
md. unable to stop himself, ran straight
INTO her with such force that they were
both hustled into the brook up to theil
knees and We're spattered with muddy
water to the tops of their heads. Ton
rolled over behind the bushes in al
ecstasy of delight.
"By-by lingo! That parson will BIZ
an decentralization yet" he said.
Half an hour later Tom climbed in a
the rear window of the clubhouse par
lor He had composed some verses thai
he meant to record in his graphophont
and spring on the company later. H,
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 a rummage sale in garments has
tily snatched from various lockers II,
J laughed ruefully.
Il suppose You saw what happened? 2
he said
Wouldn't have missed it for a di-dia
mond sunburst"
You did not see anything peculiar, o
! course. except the accident?" asked
Morse anXiously.
Zone accident-two de-designs," sale
Tom promptly.
The curate groaned.
Il simply had to throw her out of tn,
| game some way. I>could not .counte