The Twin City star. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1910-19??, 1910-10-21
His Golf Girl
By NJ. J. PHILLIPS
Copyright, 1910, by Associated Literary Press


about the central figure in the pic.
ture. His widow sold out her hold.
ings to me without coming to Port
land, so while we were curious, we
could not question her about 1t. Quite
recently. when it lost its advertising
value to us through long display. we
sold the picture to The Condar house.
We know no more of the young lady
there" he pointed to Coniston's cal
endar. than you do"
Perhaps the widow might be able
to help me-" said Conis>on, hopefully.
will you give me her address,
please?"
The president shook his head re-
gretfully. I'm sorry to say that ]
can't" he replied. '"The negotiations
for her stock were conducted through
my attorneys exclusively. The family
had several homes scattered through
the United States, and Mf. Holdings.
worth was constantly on the wing.
And the widow said that she was very
| anxious to close up his business so
she and her daughter might 60
abroad again."
He studied the calendar and smiled.
Il rather think Mr.. Hollingsworth
liked to have that photograph cir
| culated because he was in 1t himself"
The president pointed to the old
gentleman with the sidewhiskers.
THAT was his picture?"
yes" And. as Coniston rose to
60, Il wish you luck"
The calendar house was now Con.
iston's last hope. He fastened back
to New York. But 1t had moved to
small town in Pennsylvania, Mid.
vale, which fact he discovered only
after three days of vexatious search.
He went to Midvale.
The Office of the calendar company
proved to be busy place. 1t was
big room In which a half-dozen
typewriters clacked. Five OF the sir
typists were pert, pretty young wo
men who cast occasional interested
glances at the good-looking Conis-
ton. They found him, however, stolid.
ly unresponsive.
The sixth stenographer was a I.ale,
frightened little thing with red bair.
who was alternately bullied and liz.
nored by the others. In spite of his
down-heartedness at the failure of his
search so far, Coniston found time to
feel sorry for her.
After an hours wait he was sum-
moned to the managers office.
The burly, black-browed young man
he found scowling out of the window
did not seem to be in very good
humor. We'll, what do you want?"
he growled ungraciously when T,onis-
ton entered.
A moment later he cut short his
visitors tale with an insulting laugh
"Oh, OH" he said. so loudly that Con-
iston was sure the, words carried to
the outer Office. "another masher
stuck on The Golf GIRL Ell? Well,
you don't get her address from me-
We're not helping Washers. She's
probably no better than she ought to
be, but"
Coniston struck him squarely in
the mouth with force that crumpled
the man into heap in the corner.
Then he walked out.
In the outer office he paused a
moment to smile reassuringly at the
startled force. The red-haired girl
seemed more frightened and forlorn
than ever. Impulsively he took the
carnation from his buttonhole and
laid it on her freckled little hand.
At dusk that evening he stood out
side the little railway station, await. |
ing the New York train. A card was
thrust into his hand from behind.
He turned to see the figure of a girl
Fastening away. Her hair cleaned
red under street light.
He examined the card. On It was
written: Miss Marjory Holdings.
worth, Echo. Cove, California" and |
Coniston laughed light-heartedly. He |
had found "The Golf Girl" at his own
door, since Echo Cove and the town
which his estate adjoins, Glen Dug
lass, are but seven miles apart.
Some Of the very few folk who
know the above story maintain that
Dick Coniston purchased lifelong
happiness with a ten-cent carnation:
but the rest know that he won his
pretty wife and deserves her because
of his generosity and innate kindness
of heart,