Webster City freeman., 1912-04-09

II wonder, too"
Then they were drawn into the gen
eral conversation and the evening
soon wore away.
CHAPTER III.
Society in a university town resem-
bles great family. A young profes-
sor, II he is at all the right sort, Is
made much of and all doors swing
freely for him. Harry Eastman was
a. once recognized as the right kind
and allowed to belong" AS a result
he was invited everywhere and could
| usually be depended upon to appear
Josephine was also part of this
same great family. and she and Harry
were constantly thrown together.
With the summer days, outdoor life
became general. There were drives,
excursions on the river, picnics and
endless golf. Josephine could swing
club well, could get her right elbow
up, and follow through so she was
| at least an interesting opponent. She
could make a fairly long drive which
allowed swinging walk over the
fair green with pleasant talk or silent
| companionship. And then there were
the long walks home in the dusk OF
the summer evening In such a life
| these two people had grown nearer
| and nearer to each other.
When college closed, the town went
10 sleep, formalities were laid aside
and peace that passeth understand
ing unless one had experienced it,
settled over all.
The July sun was at its hottest
Not breath stirred the leaves in the
great oak trees. The very shadows
on the grass looked hot. Josephine
had tried to read, but the dry all
and the white page had burned her
eyes so she had thrown herself upon
the willow couch on the porch and
with a handful of nuts and a counter
felt of their own call had beguiled
the squirrels from their trees to her
until she was tired and then had
driven them back to the oaks. They
ran away chattering and scolding and
she dropped back upon the pillows and
fell asleep.
But one squirrel was not satisfied
with his dismissal. He glided along
the wall at the head of the couch and
started over her shoulder to the pile
of nuts in her lap On his way his tail
brushed her cheek and she opened her
eyes to see Harry standing before her.
There was no surprise, for he was
much in her mind and his actual pres
ence seemed only natural.
''Is it too hot for golf? It's too hot
for anything else" he said.
1T always is cooler playing. Shall
we go?"
Are you willing to take the chance
of storm? This stiffness is ominous."
Il don't mind rain. 1t will only mean
putting me through the laundry" And
so they started.
There were only few enthusiasts
In sight when they reached the little
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strolling leisurely over the links.
Mr.. Eastman soon appeared in
loose shirt open at the throat and
broad straw hat which he had uncon-
sciously pushed straight up from the
forehead as he used to wear his
miners hat.
Josephine was rolling her blouse
sleeve above her elbow, but as she
caught sight of him she stopped with
her right arm extended and her thumb
in the roll.
What's the matter? Have you seen
a ghost?'
"You don't look quite like yourself"
and they moved to the teeing ground.
Harry drove first and his ball went
like bird through the air, singing
the song that all golfers love and
lighting far up the hill towards the
green.
Josephine's bali went with clear
lift over the little brook and its val
ley, catching the edge of the bank on
tuc OtutT Slue. lHeu tuey icISuTely
followed their balls.
The heat continued and the stiffness
grew intense. Not breath of air
sweryed the balls and Josephine and
Harry moved slowly over the hills
from hole to hole, stopping to rest
beneath all the trees on the way.
They were almost the only players on
the links, so they could take their
time without fear of losing their po-
sition
Harry kept the score and Josephine
played on without thought of the re-
suit, although she took each stroke
carefully. When they had holed out on
the seventh green they sat down in the
shade of a great oak tree. With the
instinct of golfer Harry added the
score to that point.
Josephine, if you do as we'll on the
next two holes as you have done thus
far you will lower the women's record
on the links"
But l shall go all to pieces on the
ninth hole. / never can drive over