The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1906-05-31
WHY CUPID BALKED.

W Auc" AcpiNiSh nave HllSSGb
Bluffly from the crowd of danglers al
ways in attendance on her. He pos
sessed wealth, leisure and the dignity
OF age, while the others were for the
most part college youngsters, or, il
Older, as manifestly ineligible to pru
dent woman. One of the indications
that Mrs. Topleigh possessed prudence
was her firm resolve not to become
should she risk a second venture into
matrimony, young mans darling
Hence Mrs. Topleigh could never
fathom the secession of Bluffly, for she
had in many little ways made plain to
him that she liked him very much.
Bufiy's first golfing with Mrs. OPP
leigh had been accidental-the casual
pairing by the club secretary for a
rounds had been sought with con
fusion of mind and palptation OF
heart.
With each succeeding round Of the
course with Mrs. Topleigh, Bluffly' s
heart beat with more force. He used
to lie awake nights worrying about the
affection for the widow that had come
SO suddenly into being and whether
he would be wise to marry or not
After more than so years, Bluhly was
in sore perplexity over the troubles
that might begin with marriage.
In the confidence of conquest, Mrs.
Topleigh quite unconsciously began to
assume proprietary interest in the
rich bachelor. For one thing she OBJ
jected to Red Scrapple as their caddie
that Hateful afternoon at Willow
brook, but here she found an adaman-
tine tirmness in Blutlly
mot have Red with u.s." cried
Blulfly, in protest. why, he's the
cleyerest kid on the links-besides,
he always caddies for me-"
ooh. very WE'LL was Mrs. Topleigh's
response.
The Willow Brook links had former
ly been the Topleigh farm, and In a
corner of the course was a little grave
in quiet country neighborhoods A
neat fence surrounded the plot, which
now held only the Topleigh family
vault. Should ball be sliced into the
plot from the tee it was always called
"out of bounds as matter of course.
1t was Mr.. Blutlly's i'll luck--or was
1t good luck?-to slice his drive from
that tee. The ball scared in q grace
full curve straight toward the clump of
trees that shaded the old burial place.
The college boy. who. with Miss
Aire, was their opponent drove off a
screamer true to the line. Buny
dropped a ball on the tee, and Mrs.
Topleigh only drove it some so yards
into bunker.
This will make us one up, and with
but one more to play it will be our
match" shouted Miss Aire, thought
lessly. I'm sorry for you old folks"
How Mrs. Topleigh hated her for the
speech! There was but one chance to
save the hole.
Perhaps the first ball is not out of
bounds, suggested Bluf1ly.
Il will go over and see" exclaimed
Mrs. Topleigh. IF 1t is inside. will
play it,
Off she hurried, Red Scrapple be-
hind with the clubs, until the interven-
ing bushes partially hid Mrs. Topleigh
from the Others, who were walking on
slowly towards the bunker. Presently
from out the thicket. ball came with
splendid direction and only stopped on
the putting green.
"Hurrah!" yelled Bluhly THAT will
win the hole for u.s.
ut was just within bounds and had
a beautiful lie." explained Mrs Top.
leigh, when she had rejoined the
party. | took my brassy to it,
Miss Aire missed her shot, so the
college boy had to play the odd to
gain the green, Mrs Topleigh and
Bluhly won the hole in four to five,
and as they halved the short one to
follow, they were the winners of the
match.
$50 sorry, dear" was Mrs. Top.
leigh's parting word with Miss Aire.
you look so warm and flustercd, but
a nap will freshen you for dinner"
"A most remarkable recovery! Your
shot from the rough undoubtedly
would have won for us. Another wom-
an would have been too rcttled to
make It," This and much more praise
did Blunly heap on the satisfied widow.
He then and there screwed up his
courage to the sticking point. Meet
me, won't you, In the conservatory
after dinner"
why, certainly, Mr.. Blufny," assent.
ed the widow In her sweetest voice, as
she stepped into her carriage What
could the man mean?
Great shot that, en-" continued
Blufly. still harping on the wonderful
play, to Red Scrapple, as he took his
clubs from that urchin.
yer talkin'; but der yer wanter
know how she did it," asked the imp
of mischief.
"She bangs me on der nut an SCI
she'll do me fer fair II | gives ii
away-but I'm no cheat"
The boy led BluiIly over the green.
sward to the thicket near the old
graveyard. He pointed to a gap in
the fence and to the divot cut out by
Mrs. Topleigh in playing the shot with.
in the burial place.
Der ball was teed up all right but
say, she knew it was out or bounds"
The boy thought only of the goflng
violation and of his desire to square
for the many snubs from the widow.
But RlnfIlY saw far more In the inni.