Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1911-10-05

Heather Country Club was reached Here the eH-
press defercntially stopped. The young people did
not say much Their casual friendship had just gone
far enough to promise intimacy if the chance offered
and regret if they another again
There" said the brunette, hurrying ahead of the
tall Englishman. They've sent for u.s. You needn't
bother any more Thank you very much Come on
can be sent up later The chauffeur and footman
tipped their caps.
'Oh, say" urged the Engshman.
But Miss Smith" pleaded the American. A
touch of the lever, notch in the spark and the
gas and the great car leaped into the darkness.
Club. sr?' The cry recalled them
"Whom does that limousine belong tor Iichfcld
asked the driver tersely
That's the Bradley-Townscnds. sir
The two took their seats After they had gone
mile or So Bobby put his hand on Lord Darnes
cheer up, old man." he said. az know the Town
sends Philadelphia people, They've place right
on the eighteenth hole We'll see them tomorrow"
The morning of the next day was mild and golden
1T was late September, and the decorators were busy
making the White Heather clubhouse beautiful for
the most exclusive function of fashionable country
life Tonight was the great Hunt Ball.
The "one-cub" match which was to start ut
o'clock had been generally discussed, and had been
made the subject of heavy wagers. Bobby Litch-
field "crack-a-i jack" golfer, while the English
man was only handicapped five the other side.
"Oh, | say, said Darnc. they strobe to the
ii hole?"
Bobby nodded, addressed the ball and yelled Fore"
into the empty field before him. For only answer
the of a dozen crows cncrcling a group
Of pine trees which divided the fair the first
and eighteenth hole. Bobby's mashic came down upon
the ball with dull percussion. and the international
match
1t Is not within the province Of the historian to
discuss the ups and downs of this celebrated contest
The small and select gallery was breathlcss, and the
fore caddic grinned
Let it he enough to say that ut the sixteenth hole
Bobby was one up, which the carl Immediately made
the seventeenth by dropping the bail dead
to the hole. and putting it down in two--par golf
Even up and one hole to play. The onookcrs
applauded the feat literally Bobby compressed his
n md i'm Of ont IIo had
of being beaten.
The eighteenth hole was four hundred and twenty
yards two bunkers-he tee lying within an arch
of rees-wth pines to the left, and the grounds Of
great country estate bordering the to the
right. These virginia. pines had been from time i'm
memorial famous convention roost for that
gathered there each fall and sprng-a few spending
the whole winter. These sable and sapient birds
greeted the succession of players with of de-
rision, Gliding from the security of high bouChs.
The earl advanced to take his honor with de-
lrccatins smile of conqucrng superiority. Bobby was
strong on the long game and felt sure of winning
the decisive hole. At best the Englishman could only
hope to have, if he did not get into difficulty and
lose
Yes he said that was doocid fine shot. Well,
here's for another lie swung the club nightly,
pressing for distance to carry the first bunker. fully
hundred and fifty yards away. Whether it was
the wind of a furious slice both the ball sped
hSh in the air, moving at tremendous rate of speed.
Suddenly it curved sharply to the right left the
course entirely and disappeared within the shadow
of the Bradley Townsend bungalow
Its a shame exclaimed Bobby with real feeling.
out-of bounds on this hole, Townsend is old
sport and he'll let cut up his backyard grass all
want to. Fore"
The EnsliShmans face settled into fighting mold.
II don't long it isn't lost. Id play it out
of the clinkcrs of IIadeS. I'll get you yet
At the edge of the Bradley -ToWnsend estate the
gallery halted, while the principals in the match
started to hunt tho swervcd ball.
Ball hunt this morning and Hunt Ball tonight"
Bobby vcnured, looking at the earls grim face The
double back-actioned reversible put met with no re
sponSc and Bobby shrugged his shoulders lightly
Il think, sir" piped the caddie that It's in the
kitchen. The wnders broken
Litchhcd rushed the back door, and made his
way in That's all right, Darnel,' he beckoncd
Come right along. Townsend wouldn't miss it for
a thousand plunks"
lie pushed open the door The Englishman fol
lowed in great excitement. The match was hole play
the rule being to play the ball whatever the lie and
lost naH was lost hole: The PLAYERS burst INTO
the huge white kitchen. Two maids dressed in con-
yentional black with white collars and cuffs hastily
turned their backs, Bobby Litchhed hurried forward,
while )arncll hung by the door,
Excuse me-" BEGAN Bobby, we're playing match.
Did a bail come in hcre?"
Without turning her shoulders. a girls soft voice
answered; Yes sir, It's in the bread pan by the
BY all that's holy, it's Miss Smith" Bobby Iitch-
field took three steps and confronted a tall blond
maid.
family at the young man, when it popped through
the window AS the dough is all full of glass; 1
didn't touch it. There it s''
"IIa! la! lIa!" beloved the Enclishman, throw
ing back his head "Iiall hunt and Hunt Ball
Hoo. Hoo. Say that's ripping joke old man"
Then ne recovered himself with suppressed Gur2lc.
Il suppose I've got to play it ont of there" lie
observed the surprise of the glrl put ignored the
personal situation ITS all right for to raise
the window; that's hazard
But Bobby was looking hard into eyasive blue eyes
81 knew he said, Il had seen you before but not
l didn't think"
can I get up the tabe?' asked the Earl of
Portchcster sturdily.
Surely answered the maid. "Edth'- she
turned-"yor clear off the table, My hands are all
dough-"
The Englishman, with his club to the floor watched
the second maid turn; when her profile came into
view, he gasped
Miss Brown" He took Involuntary step for
ward, and then recovered. Il say! This is jolly
strange, you know
Not at all, sir" The brunette walked IN tc
the table with head high IL was assisting Polly
She cattered utensils ana dishes, and then dropped
little courtesy "There! You can get up anC
play it out"
But the earl had forgotten the match, the ball
the lie. All he saw was the beautiful jacauemiuo
face that had haunted him every waking moment
by George lie looked Mt her with n mixture
of defiance and boldness. I'D Jolly well like to cal
you Edith"