The searchlight. [volume] (Culbertson, Mont.) 1902-current, 1910-10-21
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His Golf Girl
By n. J. PHILLIPS
Copyright. 1910. by Associated Literary Pres.

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 Mr.. 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 It himself"
The president pointed to the old
gentleman with the sidewhiskers.
That was his picture?"
Yes" And. as Coniston rose to
go, 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. II was
big room in which half-dozen
typewriters clacked. Five OF the six
typists were pert, pretty young wo.
men who cast occasional interested
| glances at 1.-The good-looking Conis'
ton. They found him. however. stolid'
ly unresponsive.
The sixth stenographer was a pale,
frightened little thing with red hair
who was alternately bullied and ig
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. well. what do you want?'
he growled ungraciously when Conis
ton entered.
| A moment later he cut short hi:
visitors tale with an insulting laugh
"Oh, Oh" he said, so loudly that Con
iston was sure the words carried te
the outer office. another masheI
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 tt
be. but"
Coniston struck him squarely In
the mouth with force that crumplet
the man into a heap In the corner
Then he walked out
In the outer office he paused 1
moment to smile reassuringly at tn.
startled force. The red.haired CIR
seemed more frightened and forlorr
than ever. Impulsively he took tn,
carnation from his buttonhole ant
laid 1t 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 wa
thrust into his hand from behind
He turned to see the figure of CIR
fastening away. Her hair gleame,
red under street light.
He examined the card. On II wa
written: Miss Marjory Holdings
worth. Echo. Cove, California" an,
Coniston laughed light-heartedly. HI
had found The Golf Girl" at his owl
door. since Echo Cove and the tow
which his estate adjoins. Glen Dug
lass. are but seven miles apart.
Some of the very few folk VIII
know the above story maintain tina
Dick Coniston purchased lifelon
happiness with a ten-cent carnation
but the rest know that he won hi
pretty wife and deserves her becaus
of his generosity and innate kindness