Los Angeles herald., 1908-09-27

had heard Betty say it almost ev
cry time played the hole; and
she always added with emphasis
that the artistic grouping and blend
ing of the various coored fol1ages
could only have been inspired in
the mind of a woman; but I'll
frankly admit that the only seen
cry that I'd given rap for just
then the limited space occu-
pied by Betty, her one stick and
her ball.
After few minutes, during which
| knew she was teeing up and get
ting her position heard her club
swish through the air and saw her .v.a...,assAss
ball flying toward the flag Cad,
but she made drive, A little to
the side but worthy of a mani Why. "A
if Stanford had made it we'd have =
heard nothing else for week, | WEI
was particularly surprised as Bet ~
tvs playing usually Very in a..
different. owing to the continual in '~A q
terferance of the scenery I think =,
gust of wind must have helped
her ball along. She followed her
drive along with squared shoulders
and head up high and made ready
for her second stroke. | guess she
knew | watching her. drew off cooly and
slowly and gave the ball whack that sent it
some eight feet beyond the f1agpole. But when the
club swung around after hitting the ball. 1t went
crash against the trunk of tree and split all up
and down the handle! | heard II from where |
stood.
| could well imagine Betty's dsgust-to have
such luck after making two of the prettest strokes
ever saw woman play; then to have nothing
along but a broken club, I'm a lover of the sport
and could sympathize with Betty even if we had
q1areled | had always tried to persuade her to
carry more than single stick but she insisted
that one could play well with as with a
dozen if only got used to it. She made no
allowance for the diSablement of the one club
Here then argument in my favor had
never thought of before. l was the point of
shouting it out but remembered just in time that
we not speaking terms
lust what Betty would do without club. |
couldn't figure out. To skip the hole spoiled her
chance to prove her zone club idea" She walked
after the ball with her broken stick, her head
still high but her step had lost its spring.
drove off after making two fuzzles and sent
my ball about fifty feet. Such playing, I might
as well say it, it rotten! The wind must
surely have turned since Betty drove 1t took me
two more strokes to make the green.
Betty stood by her ball on the far side of the
fagpole her face a study. Pride, disgust annoy
ance they all pictured there. | haven't said
that Betty pretty, don't know as I think So
but somehow when | get to comparing her with
the other girls know, it always seems that they
are very commonplace. AS Betty stood there all
blue and white, even to her shoes and jaunty linen
hat she was more attractive to me than ever Her
brown eyes snapped and she flung aside the soft
tufts of hair the wind teasingly blew against her
cheeks loved her with all my heart and with all
my soul and | felt that nothing could ever change
it, wished, OH how | wished we had never
quarreled.
Just then ! noticed a man waggling stick at
the tee He looked familiar, and as | live, 1t was
that Sanders! | recognized him the moment ne
dropped his stick and stood parrot mouth agape:
viewing Betty and me- quickly put myself
between Betty and the tee, which she unfortu-
natelv was facing Thank goodness she was not so