The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1907-01-24

the score. but reaIIy wa-c:isng ner rom
the corner OF his eye. she stooGed over,
and ball emerged from The puff above
her left elbow.
Here it is She called. and. sure
enough. there it was On little fat
stone.
AN easy lie" thought Tom. in two
senses"
At thar moment Mr.. Ml-sc 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 hustlad into the brook up 10 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
"By-by lingo! That parson will be
an ar-ar archdeacon 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 i'll his graphophOne
and spring OH 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 ruefully.
Il suppose you saw what happened:'
he said.
Wouldn't have missed it for a di-dia-
mond sunburst"
You did not see anything peculiar. of
course, except the accident?' asked
Morse anXiously.
"One accident-two de-designs." said
Tom promptly.
The curate groaned.
Il simply had 10 throw her out of the
game some way. l could not counte-
nance her score and had not the c0ur-
age TO expose her deceit before 50 many
people"
1T was grand" said Tom. IF she's
the sli-Sli''--
she certainly is sly" interrupted the
curate
slightest good she knew she was
li-li''-
The same as lying" put in the
curate.
"lilely 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
10 know. He might marry her and
h-f-fn1 out afterward"
she will never marry him" said
Morse
"He-h he thinks she will" said Tom.
Il started to tease her about him, and
she made fun Of him initiated his
slow way Of speaking. \ girl may dis
! claim or protest about Il man She really
| cares for. but ri3irule-never. BESIDES.
she gave Inc to understand She is en-
gagged to Mr Miller Here comes
Sloan do not wish TO meet him just
now" Ana the curate escaped from
the window
| The handsome young athlete found
Tom fussing over his graphophone, tax
! ing off the small horn and putting on
The big morning glory"
Who won the ladies' pm:' he asked.
Your grandmother" said sloan,
laughing
| My Wh-vh-Whatt"
she had a handicap Of forty-fvc on
the nine holes and came ont ahead Of
Miss Brown, the English girl. who
played The whole course in forty-Gve.'
The crowd on The piazza was cheer
ing and calling for Sloan TO present
him with the cup which he had won,
Bring me Il drink Tom. will YOU? /
am choking with thirst ana must 90
outside a minute said Sloan. throw
ing himself on the diyan
That's right li-li-Iie down" said
Tom. You will need to-" And, giving
the graphophone final touch that
started it going he left the room.
The blank cylinder intended for
Toms verses had recorded his CONVEX
satiou with the curaje ANA every word
was reproduced for SlOau'S benefit.
When Tom returned the room was
empty. Sloan had avoided them all,
cutting across the fields to town, and
neither Tom nor any of his fellow golf
crs saw him again until he returned
from Europe year later after Miss
Benson was married to Millionaire Mil
Ter