The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1910-08-03
THREE WAYS TO DO IT.
By KATE GANEETT WELLS.


Howard Armstrong. sentimentally
inclined from his youth. was suddenly
free, owing to the death of his moth
er, to invest in a home of his own.
Thus it CHANGED that one summer day
when apparently he was examining
the hotel register at Pinehurst he was
In reality scanning a young girl who
waited for her mail.
"Best record made this season." OBJ
served the clerk fi~mpersonally, but
pointing to the name of Miss Stuyve-
SAINT on the open page.
Therefore Armstrong decided to
Join the golf club, and though pieued
by Miss Stuyvesant's unconcern of
him as a new member, he yet fell in
love with her as she strobe " the
links. He entered the tournament.
and was drawn to play with her. In
timacy begun on a golf basis forth
with proceeded into the more subtle
ways of moonlight seances. He even
lent her a book. She analyzed its
contents without referring to its mar
ginal notes in his handwriting. So
he put it in the fire. do you know
what I did with it," he asked her.
Keep it for the next girl; golf is
lots better than books.'she answered.
warding off the implied tenderness in
his tone.
Then, of course. Armstrong decided
to offer himself in golf terms, and
having arranged his formula. took
her to drive. There are other than
golf prizes to be won by YOU" he be-
gah.
What are they? I'll go in for
them"
Myself" AS he uttered the word
its %absurdity occurred to him, and let
ting his horse go at full speed he
calculated, II didn't mean that. you
were the prize I wanted to win" The
horse tore down the steep hill.
Hold him in. cant you. you boy
exclaimed Miss ~Stuyvesant. Selling
the reins she drew in the animal.
AS it walked slowly up another hill
Armstrong recovered. Il beg your
pardon, but mother never let me ask
anybody, and I didn't know how:
can't you try to like me-" he urged,
meaning to catch hold Of her hands
instead of the reins. The horse
started afresh.
Hold him in" she ordered.
Eyes, if you will like me; if you
don't, l shall kill myself
Fer a moment it seemed to Miss
Stuyvesant very terrible to be re-
sponsible for another's life or death.
yet, as her sense of justice made her
Indignantly decline to accept either.
the steed plunged forward and would
not be held in before reaching the
hotel.
Consequently Armstrong left it. on
the pretense of letters calling him to
Atlantic City. There he recovered
from his wounded vanity through the
wiies Of a maiden who, judging him
to be a dude pessimist. considered
him fair game either for her mischief
or her sympathy.
"Will you not join in our Sunday
singing?" she entreated demurely.
Whereupon Armstrong quickly
found that from the piano to the
piazza was but a short distance to a
blighted being and an enterprising
maiden, and that life appeared cheer
Ter after two weeks of golf talk. "Do
you believe that love springs up in
the heart at the sound of a voice.
he inquired of Miss Bruce one day
when they were sitting together at
the piano.
'Try A" she replied. striking the
note on the keyboard.
"I first fell in love with your voice
and then with yourself" he contin'
ued languidly.
"a mans just saying he loves q
girl is not very definite nowadays
'Then in plain English, will you
marry me-"
She ran her fingers lightly over the
keys, which he tried in vain to pre-
vent. "You do me too much honor;
I'm greatly surprised: but l can 10!
two reasons First. because you are
yourself; second, because l was en-
gagged to-day after breakfast; it is tt
be announced at lunch; won't yot
congratulate me-:
after you have destroyed my faitt
in womankind?'
Say sex, Mr.. Armstrong: it is {
commoner term" and bowling, she
left the room by one door and he D!
another with a mock dignity that gave
away the inwardness of the scene tt
the mattresses who haC been peeklns
ia at the window.
Again did Armstrong resort to thu
ruse Of letters Teceievd as excuse 10
his immediate departure TO Long Isl