The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1911-09-03


Il have been" said the Idiot, taking
his scat at the table. I'm just back"
But haven't you cut short Your vaca-
'ion"" asked the Poet 4 thought you
were to be away week longer"
Il was 10 have been" said the Idiot
but made slight mistake in my cal
oulaiions. ! Thought my Two weeks were
over. when as Il matter Of fact only one
~ them had passed"
That's funny" gruned the Bihlo-
maniac. You must have had q pretty
slow time to make one week seem like
two"
Not bi, OF IT," said the Idiot. cheer
ing up. stimulated perhaps by The sud-
Gen appearance at the board of q
towering platter of stcaming cakes
quite the contrary. got two weeks
OF life crammcd into one Had the time
OF my life. Nothing slow about it at
all; Something doing all the time"
Where did you go2" asked Mr.
Whtcchokcr the Clergyman
The Clucchawkett Mountain House."
said the Idiot Beautiful spot right on
the top Of the Quechawkctt Hills Just
back OF the Slathcrack Mountains. Ever
been there"
No" said Mr.. Whiiechoker Il never
have. Never even heard of the place"
We'll. | can just tell you this" said
the Idiot enthusiastically, III you ever
wish to find a modern substitute for the
Garden Of Eden buy a return ticket to
Qucehawkett. and use only the return
coupon. iou'il be hailed with joy there
just as was, for like the original Eden
'tueehawkctt is a trIilc shy on mascu-
line society There were cighty-se
women in the place and l was the only
man. Talk about Adam and his cinch-
! had the old man beaten cighty-scven
to one. Everywhere looked was rock
with an Eve sitting on II. and they kept
me going some for solid week"
Was there really much to do therc?"
asked the Doctor.
Much to do?" echoed the Idiot.
Well. rather! There are hills to climb
balls Of yarn t. hold for the knitting
contingent pond to fish in. bell boys
to hunt squash court and golf till
YOU can hardly hold your head up.
used 10 play golf every night with five
old maids and a little widow from
Washington. and can tell YOU right
now after wc had played three hundred
al right"
Three hundred holes Of golf?" cried
the Doctor, holding tish-bali poised on
the end of his fork halfway to his
mouth.
Better hole out that hsh-ball, Doc
tor, before you drop it," said The
Idiot, Yes, sir. three hundred holes Of
golf, every blessed night"
But. my dear sir, entirely apart from
the absurdity OF playing golf at night.
how could you endure the strain Of
such a number Of holes? How big was
the links?' asked the Doctor
20. | don't know, never measured
en-" said the Idiot. AT a rough guess
/ should say about three feet square"
Tush!" said the Bibiomaniac. 81
guess i, was tiddledywinks you play cd"
No" said the Idiot. they didn't have
tiddlcdywinis links. The only links
they had were golf and parcheesi We'd
get en- out every night after dinner.
and put them on the dining room table
and have Il tournament"
Using dried pcase or quininc pills
for balls. and tooth picks for clubs. I
suppose" snccrcd Mr. Brief, the Law
yer.
No" said the Idiot, with genial
smile. Move used nothing but
tea cup full of dice and checkers.
drove triple skies three times running
one night-the longest drive on record
there-and out of six sessions | won
the prize three times"
Solid silver mugs presume"
laughed Mr.. Brief.
No" said the Idiot I'VE played for
the bath-tu
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