The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1912-02-27

Then just as he tried to walk
through the first car to the smoker
Mrs. Wicketts called him
'Oh, Are you going out to the club.
too?" she chortled. How perfectly
lovelyi So are wet 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 II
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 / learn in one afternoon?
/ learned a perfectly dreadful en-
broidery stitch In only two hours the
other day-and I'm splendid croQuet
player down home!"
j Ledeson violently twisted his coun-
tenance into the polite smile that had
been so badly overworked 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
E ancestors, however, enabled him tC
e say hoarsely that he would be delight
3 ed to teach Miss Geddit
e 1t was worse, much worse, than he
f could have dreamed He had never
b known that girl could be quite Sc
= idiotically awful. The polite smile
was 80 firmly glued to his face tina
1t would have staid even had an OLE
college chum tried to borrow none!
from. him. In a daze of misery Lede
> son walked from the station to tn,
e club with Cousin Stella trotting aloni
e beside him chattering every inch o
the way. and Mrs. Wicketts beaminl
= placidly. Bitterness surged in hi
# heart as he secured clubs and joine,
NJ his tormentors. Cousin Stella clappe,
her hands babyishly.
''Oh. are these what you play with +?
she burbled. How much does it coun
when you hit the ball? Why don
they make them bigger? My goodness
i Isn't there a net to play over or any
N thing?"
o. Like a man going to execution, Leo
II eson stalked to the first tee With
u sigh he turned to give his first il
N structions. Then he stopped
Cousin Stella was making a nes
little mound of sand and placing he
ball upon it Then in a calm. COO
businesslike way she stepped bacl
~ screwed up her eyes and swung be
Re club twice. There was a crack whic
Of sent the white sphere hurting a ma
Nt velous 200 yards. She turned her il
nocent blue eyes upon Ledeson an
there was a deep silence Then /
a strangled way he seemed to be tr
- ing to say something.
- Cousin Stella crumpled over ht
i stick in a spasm OF hysterical laug
- ter. Il couldn't help It," she gaspe
- mo human girl could If she'd see
= that look OF rage and horror on yol
:, face when Mrs. Wicketts thrust n
- upon you, She didn't know that we'v
- golf club down home and that r.
= won six cups! Now I'll go and croch
= with Mrs. Wicketts and leave you
peace!"
Indeed you WON'T" Ledeson expIo
ed. It had dawned upon him tn
Cousin Stella was really a wonderf
rs exception to all other girls You
q going to play golf with me all aftt
ST MON for vour sfnsl"