The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1910-10-21
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His Golf Girl
BY NJ. ]. 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 it. Quite
recently, when it lost it's 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 Contston'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 I
| can't" he replied. "The negotiations
for her stock were conducted through
my attorneys exclusive.E. The family
had several homes scattered through
the United States, and Mr.. Hollings-
| worth was constantly on the v}ng.
And the widow said that she was very
anxious to close up his bus1ness so
she and her daughter might go
abroad again."
He studied the calendar and smiled.
II 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?"
Eyes" And, as Coniston rose to
go, Il wish you luck
The calendar house was now Con
istons last hope. He fastened back
to New York. But it had moved to
a 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
a big room In which a half-dozen
typewriters clacked Five OF the sir
typists were pert, pretty young wo
men who cast occasional interested
chances 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 hair
who was alternately bullied and ig
nored by the others. In spite of his
down-heartedness at the failure of his
feel sorry for her
After an hours wait he was sum
moned to the managers office.
The burly, ack-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 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 a 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 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 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 Hollings
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