Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1912-05-28

meadow lark called and whistled,
and yes. from the edge OF the CLOUDY
woodland came the beautiful cry OF the
fiddler bird. drumming up trade for some
party Of his kind. | suppose.
Fiddler, fiddleR" he cried. IKE per-
slstent barker at the entrance OF side
show tent Fiddler, fiddler and the
catbird booked him. and the woodpeeker
hammered al the door OF the hickory
like a postman with a special delivery
letter written by May and sent to Summer
10 say that old winter had gone home al
last and good radiance.
Swish went the golf stick in the hands
OF hte middie-aged woman. Swish.
through the grass Travelled, not so very
swiftly, the ball she tride to send flying
"scatg' cried the man who played with
her. that's what call a cat ball Ana
the middie-aged woman laughed and
walked gravely to the place where the
little white bali blinked IN at the early
sun as n Il shared Joke with him. some
thing about the middle-aged woman and
the way she played golf or tried to play
. II. I'm afraid.
swish clip. knock. the middle-aged
woman worked seriously. and. hello, that
wasn't such bad drive, whatG Well,
well, she may make a golf player
after all.
At II o'clock / saw the middle-ased
woman going home.
Dear me-" she said. I'm tired. but it's
a good tired. I'm going home and have
good rub down. and then 1t will be time
for luncheon, don't you thinkF'
she rested her muscles a little as she
stood for a moment at the step. Her
face was burned. there were two wisps
OF nondescript middle-aged hair strayis;
from under her eorreet hat. Her wrist
hung as II IL was little lame. but her
eyes were very bright and her voice was
as insisteutiy optimistic as the robins
who chirped cheer, cheer up from the
tall maple. 'TlIlbe out in the morning:
she said, and with a teuf, teuf. OF the
motor horn she was gone.
Then we all spoke at once.
what for2'' asked one woman.
Never can make 1t in the world. said
another.
Trying to keep her figure" said
third.
"Not a bit of IT," said the fourth
woman: shes TRYING to keep her hus-
hand. That's what ] do"
Her husband" came the Mortified and
an too eagerly interested chorus, why.
is he-er-s-that IL. now-he always
seemed so-er-a-"
NO" said the last who had spoken.
''he isn't er-a-either now or any time.
but the same kind OF a husband as mine.
and mine is the best there is. too
But" and her voice became at once
very sensible and practical. just as the
doctors voice sounds when Re says,
''you'H have 1t to do some day and you
might as well let me phone 20 the hos
pital for your room right now"
But my husband dotes Just two things
on earth. tends TO business and Plays
golf I can't sit In the office with him.
so I've come out here to the links. We
are having quite a honeymoon since I've
learned to play; we see each other nearly
two hours every single day now.
tits lovely. and then at dinner there's
always sonlething to talk about that In
terests him Last night 1t was an hour
after dinner before he took up the paper.
almost hurrahed In triumph
You see We got to talking about a
certain play he'd made the day before.
and how much better II was than a
play his partner made the day before
that. and we held quite an interesting
conversation.
''oh. yes. it pays; it pays wonderfully.
hate the game myself don't like
walking. the hours are always inconven-
lent for me: doat like getting so sun.
burned. but it pays. / decided that las:
night"
OH" gurgied the ENGAGED girl rap
turously, fitting her head at senrimen.
tsl angle that made Us all long 10 slaE