The Mathews journal. (Mathews C.H. [Court House]) 1903-1937, 1910-09-29
WEEKLY SHORT STORY
HER FIRST TROPHY.

- BY ]. Ludlum Lee.
Harriet Lake avs indolent by ma
ture. She knew II and admitted It.
On warm mornings she preferred a
rocking chair on the piazza to any
outdoor sport. But Harriet at "a was
taking on flesh, and the specialist
whom she consulted said: play golf.
take long walks and eat no rich food"
So Harriet went in for golf.
She had just driven her ball from
the second tea very short and
crooked drive-when a cry from the
bushes reached her ears. She glanc-
ed at her caddy, and, as if having
received a silent command, he
started in the direction of the ball.
Harriets face wore a somewhat bored
expression. Waits between drives
weer so long. The caddy returned
breathless.
You certainly did swat that gem
tleman one, Miss Lake." he announced.
Your ball hit him right on the back
of the hand as he was pulling some
bushes aside looking for his own ball"
Lucky fellow" replied Harriet. Il
wish something would hit me on the
back OF the hand so l wouldn't have
TO trail around this green every day
in the week."
They had reached the fourth green
when the skies suddenly clouded over.
Glad Of an excuse to stop, Harriet di-
rected the caddy to take her sticks
back TO her locker, while she would
cut across lots home for luncheon.
She walked slowly through the old
orchard that adjoined the links, and
was startled by the rumbling of thun-
der. Realizing that there was no pro-
lection in sight, she hurried on until
she reached the broad lane that must
lead to a house.
Large drops Of rain had begun to
descend. Another clap of terrific
thunder and Harriet began to run.
When the lightning flashed her am
bition and energy seemed blighted by
it.
At the end of the lane stood an
old barn. With renewed efforts she
started for its sheltering roof, and,
GREATNESS, reached the door and
dashed in
Her hat had blown of. Her back
hair was falling in tiny ringIets about
her forehead. Her petticoats were
held at ankle length to lend fieetness
to her strides. She certainly made a
stunning picture as she stood in the
barn door.
What was that queer noise? 1t might
- - AOA ON AaSt Jul sue udQ
time TO decide she was confronted
by tall chap clad In white fiannels.
HIM beg pardon" he began.
Perhaps We are poaching?"
We?" repeated Harriet Are there
two of your
We'll, almost" said her companion.
That is, am here intact, but my
friend over there is a bit damaged
by blow he got ON the links Other
wise he's very decent sort of chan.
We ran in out of the rain, you know"
he added.
Harriet glanced guiltily in the di-
rection of the friend" who seemed
busy opening a basket.
II ran in out of the wet, too" she
announced finally. You don't mind
if 1 stay until the lightning stops, do
your"
Mind? Well, ! guess not!" assured
the man promptly turning host Come
over and meet my friend, Mr.. Burch,
wont you? Billy, here's a lady come
to our FEAST
Billy rose and beamed on the unex-
pected guest. He was taking a most
delicious looking lunch from a large
automobile hamper.
Il wish / could shake hands with
you, Miss-Miss-" he stammered.
My name is Lake." supplied Har-
riet.
Considering the day." said the chap
IN white flannel, Its very appropri-
ate."'
Shut up, Arthur, will you, and let
me finish my speech BILLY inter-
posed. What l was saying when nv
married friend, Mr.. Ralston, inter-
rupted-(considerabI emphasis on
the word married)-was that 1 cannot
shake you by the hand owing to the