Custer County Republican. (Broken Bow, Neb.) 1882-1921, 1907-03-28

she rocked happily and looked
about her with interested young eyes
Everything was fascinating. The
club house, rough hewn as to rock
foundation, wide planked as to ex-
terror, and oak beamed within, de-
| lighted her.
She looked down at her dress. the
one she had chosen, after much con-
sideration, for this, her first visit to
the most exclusive golf club of the
west, yet a dress that after all had
chosen itself. She fingered the deli.
cate rose crepe thoughtfully. Had it
been mistake? Was that the way
society women dressed just short
skirts and shirt waists?
According to the papers the play
was to begin at nine o'clock On her
prompt arrival at that hour from the
station, she had found very few at the
club house, though some of the players
we're punched fraternally at the first
tee. An hour or two went by. AS it
neared the noon time, private car.
riages, instead of the monotonous
club "busses," began to roll up. Wo-
men stepped out of them, women
lovely and otherwise. She looked
critically at their dresses as they
trailed them across the floor. She
grew glad indeed that she put on the
rose crepe dress.
With the advent Of the women the
men became plenteous. One young
fellow, lounging near her, was keep
ing deliberate watch for her party.
To his certain knowledge the girl
had been sitting there for two hours
and half, and so far seemed unat-
tached. He had decided that she was
not a golf devotee, for she watched
people rather than the course or the
bulletins.
He watched languidly a puff of
wind playing cat wise with her hat
as it lay on the railing. Balance one,
balance two-the girl gave faint lit
tie cry and futile grab at her treas
ure; then flash of pink coat went
by her over the railing straight into
a bed Of glowing nasturtiums, on
whose greenery the lace concoction
perched.
He presented the hat with a bow,
and had his hands on the railing
ready for vault back-and whatever
might follow-when the girls voice
arrested him.
Il do beg your pardon, but | am
so anxious to know if Mrs. Robert
Stillwell is anywhere about. Oughtn
she to be out to-day?"
He looked amazed and amused, but
he answered promptly: She certain.
ly expects to be out to-day, but l
think she hasn't come yet"
Don't you think she'll be here?"
she murmured, intense disappointment
in her voice.
He drew himself up over the stone
parapet, and sat down on it before
he answered.
She'll have to be here for lunch.
con-" he replied, for she has one on
don't you know" He hesitated. do
you know herr" he asked at length
impertinently, as he knew.
"Yes-Oh, mol can't just tell you
how it is" she said confusedly.
She's a very nice sort of woman,
he volunteered, with a twinkle in his
eye that the girl in her cruel confus
ion did not see. "A regular jolly good
sort"
20, | know So" the girl said i'm
pulsively, looking up at him with a
pair of peculiarly sensitive eyes.
You've seen her, perhaps" he per
sisted, half ashamed of himself.
No" the girl said restlessly, turn
ing almost entirely away from him
and fastening her eyes on the emerald
course. Her fingers moved over the
flowers of her hat, crumpling them
recklessly.
Which players are you most in
terested in?" he asked after a pause.
The girl struggled with herself for
moment. Then she looked directly
at him. 81 don't know anybody" she
repeated. Il didn't come out with a
party. | came out here alone She
stopped short. Wasn't that right?'
she asked hurriedly. Wasn't it?"
why, yes. OF course. Why, GER
tainly," he replied with crescendo EN-
phasis and firmness. She glanced at
him doubtingly, and then turned away
again.
out in Nevada l used to go every
where by myself. Everywhere" she
said with sweet defiance. "Oh," she
exclaimed suddenly. He laughed en-
couragingly and waited, hoping her
troubled speech would continue
Isn't that she, there?"
He looked down the rooms length
with something akin to embarrass
ment. That's Mrs. Stillwell," he
said. Would you care for an intro
duction? | might manage it for you.
The girl was staring with awe al
the regal woman who had just entered
the room. How perfectly lovely she
| iStn she hrnothad