The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1908-11-17
A Woodland
WOOING
BY KARL EDWIN HARTMAN.

by NAHI GOWIN nAnHImHN.
But why don't you dare?" asked
Jennie Hartley.
-" Because l don't, Jen. that's why"
her big brother Jack replied disconso-
lately.
How silly you are!" she exclaimed
with a toss of her head. "One would
think she were an ogre--or an ogress
Ito hear you talk"
But don't you see. Jen." he endeav-
, ored to explain, there's the horrible
fear that she might refuse me-"
"Oh. pshaw!" his sister snapped, I'M
mfstakably annoyed. Isn't a point
blank refusal better than suspended
animation, any day? Besides, you'll
never know till you ask. Remember
it's faint heart"
"Oh. yes-never won fair lady.
know all that. Jen.. but I've got It. just
the same--ssh! Here she comes"
. The girl who approached Hartley
and his sister along the broad piazza
of the golf club was tall and slight.
She had a way of carrying her head
a bit tipped to one side. She reminded
one, somewhat, OF listening bird. Her
hair, was soft brown that caught the
sunlight and glinted 1t. and her eyes
were blue. There was q speck Of Irish
In Jessie Pennington, just a strain,
that was more apparent in her brother
Ted.
Hello, Jess; your foursome over?"
Jennie Hartley called by way Of greet
ing. She stepped on Jacks left foot.
whereat che half turned In his chair.
as though sadly. and added to hts sis
ter's sentence: How did 1t come
out -
"Oh, Denny De Cav and Daisy beat
Ted and me all hollow. never fooled
finer In my life than have this morn
ing. and as for topping the BALI, You
should have seen me-" She looked to
the sky as though to find forgiveness
there for q bad game. and added:
From the tenth tee drove the guilty
right into the very middle of the old
DOGGY bunker. couldn't do II again
II wereto try a million times. Her
voice changed suddenly at sight Of
Jacks melancholy face as he turned
to her just then. whats the matter
with your" she asked.
Hartley had been scrutinizing the
shoe OF his brassey. From the blue
cy0u BIA bittihB Will buCn tdSCihdtiuB
grace on the porch rail. he now looked
back at It again.
"I'll tell you just what's the matter
with him, Jess!" his sister exploded.
Her brother shot her one appealing
glance. and explained before she could
finish her explanation:
I'm not ft this morning. The frogs
legs last night, guess. don't know
why I ate them. hate them and
always did"
The next morning-yes." said Jess
Pennington. Hartley nodded.
Poor Jack!" To him, sitting there,
sad, somehow, there was a note IF
real sympathy in the girls voice.
Ted Joined them then-slouching
Ted. who could drive ball further
than any member Of the Washtenaw
club. and who. In his day, had won SO
medals and the Inter. County cup.
''Hellol," he called from the corner
Of tho porch. Then he asked: Have
you told them about next week, Jess ?"
"Ohl" exclaimed the girl, clapping
her hands and affecting a grievious
face. Il forgot all about It. We're
/ planning to spend next week at Win
dsmere lake. The De Gaws are going
and Clssy Thurber and Sammy Hous-
ton. Won't you two?"
"Oh. why didn't you let me know
pooner.s Jennie exclaimed. "Papa's
going 70 take me to Buffalo next
Wednesday; but. OF course" she add.
! Cd, with q covert glance at her broth.
Or that hs did not notice, for he was