Evening capital and Maryland gazette. (Annapolis, Md.) 1910-1922, 1911-12-27

mate Joy.
Then just as he tried to walk
Mrs. Wicketts called him.
ooh! Are you going out to the club.
too?" she chortled How perfectly
lovely! So are we. Stella, dear; let
me present Mr.. Ledeson. My cousin.
Miss Geddit, Mr.. Ledeson. Stella has
never played golf and was bound she
should have a chance to learn even if
the club is deserted at this season.
That's why I'm 5000 glad we met
you-you know all about golf! / can
sit on the veranda and crochet while
you and Stella roam the links"
Mrs. Wicketts beamed upon her
victim. Cousin Stella, too, beamed
upon him. She was a young thing
and Ledeson saw in his first Mortified
glance that she WAS even more effer-
vescent than the two who had Just
been removed from the scene by a
Pullman car.
How perfectly lovely!" echoed Cou-
sin Stella. I'm simply crazy to play
golf! Can l learn in one afternoon?
l learned a perfectly dreadful en-
broidery stitch in only two hours the
other day-and I'm splendid croquet
player down home!"
Ledeson violently twisted his coun-
tenance into the polite smile that had
been so badly oYerworked of late.
What he really wanted to do was to
seize Cousin Stella by the yellow
curls on the back OF her head and
give her neck one swift, comprehen-
sive twist. Centuries of conventional
ancestors, however, enabled him to
say hoarsely that he would be delight
ed to teach Miss Geddit.
1t was worse, much worse, than he
could have dreamed. He had never
known that a girl could be quite so
idiotically awful. The polite smile
was so firmly glued to his face that
it would have staid even had an old
college chum tried to borrow money
son walked from the station to the
club with Cousin Stella trotting along
beside him chattering every inch of
the way, and Mrs. Wicketts beaming
placidly. Bitterness surged in his
heart as he secured clubs and Joined
his tormentors. Cousin Stella clapped
her hands babyishly.
ooh, are these what you play with?"
she burbled. How much does it count
when you hit the ball? Why don't
they make them bigger? My goodness!
Isn't there net to play over or any
thing?"
Like a man going to execution, Led
eson stalked to the first tee. With a
sigh he turned to give his first in
structions. Then he stopped.
Cousin Stella was making a neat
little mound of sand and placing her
ball upon it. Then in a calm, cool,
businesslike way she stepped back,
screwed up her eyes and swung her
club twice. There was a crack which
sent the white sphere hurting a mar
velous 200 yards. She turned her in
nocent blue eyes upon Ledeson and
there was a deep silence. Then in
a strangled way he seemed to be try
ing to say something.
Cousin Stella crumpled over her
stick in a spasm of historical laugh
ter. Il couldn't help it." she gasped.
''No human girl could if she'd seen
that look of rage and horror on your
face when Mrs. Wicketts thrust me
upon you! She didn't know that we've
a golf club down home and that I've
won six cups! Now I'll go and crochet
with Mrs. Wicketts and leave you in
peace!"
Indeed you won't!" Ledeson explod
ed. 1t had dawned upon him that
Cousin Stella was really a wonderful
exception to all other girls. You're
going to play golf with me all after
noon for your sins!"