The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1913-04-13

ing along the shore or climbing throug
the heart of the island set In the grea
river, here and there a vista OF the hug
bulk of the arsenal-shops; walled owe
the river by the hills behind opulent
busting little cities, the fair greens
ieweled by the sun and dappled witt
shadow from trees older than the Louisa
ana purchase A breeze shifted tn
shadows. Willy Butler felt its touch OF
his wet forehead.
He half turned to take out his hand
kerchief In the act he saw her. \
was the same girl who had followed tn
course yesterday. She was alone, just a
she had been alone yesterday.
The gallery was bobbing like the cres
of a wave over the brow of the hill
the carriages and machines gnttereo II
slow pomp after the rope, while the favor
ties and their caddies marched over tn
slope toward the bunkers. But Willy an'
Dickson had only this one follower, litti'
lonely figure, slim and straight ana MN
BILE in white linen, whose brown arms an'
brown face against her dazzling gowf
made the effect Of a Russian eikon minus
the gold incrusted robe. She halted whei
Willy halted. With impersopal interes
she watched Dickson make a strike. A
the clean, beautiful drive she nodded ap
prevail Then her black brows met IN
slightly worried frown. willy, clup IL
hand, was aware Of the frown. he wd'
aware-ip a sort of subconscious way
that she wanted him to play well; and he
was acutely aware that he had not played
well this afternoon. Even his direction
which had always been his best ally, had
not kept it's form. Twice had he gone into
the rough, losing a shot each time, desplle
his really hair-raising recoveries. NO"
the other man was two up, with only four
more holes to play. Willy could but
halve this hole, at best, with pertect
approach and a long putt. A dui1er al
golf, like everything else" ran ms owl
hitter comment to himself. He didn't
know why he looked up; swinging MS
club for a trial stroke on leaf. LOOK
he did. however, 80 catch the dark eyes
of the little lonely girl intently watching
him. If she had called to HIM aloud
Brace up" he couldn't have heard the
words more distinctly. He almost thouSht
he did hear them, and gave the child an
half-starved smile
With the same smile on his lips, he
sent a faultless approach into easy put
ting distance and he felt absurdly
pleased because she clapped her hands.
They halved the hole. Dickson. the Har-
ward champion, looked bored as he sank
on the bench by the red water cooler. he
had been WHY'S classmate a year ago
at college, knowing him as the man VINO
makes all the best societies and 'leads
the life" may know the recluse VINO
makes none; he was conscious of a GER
tain irritation peppering his cool supe-
rioritv To think of the millions that
shutting. cowed-looking, insignificant
chap would have, while he Oickson) had
a dnffpr who
couldn't even win a golf game that De
lonced to him. because he was ratified
Dickson felt that the ways of Fate were
Willy had limped up. The day before
he had blistered his heel somehow. and
every step cost pang. He eased the
lame foot by resting his weight on the
other His gray-blue eyes, which only
his dead mother had ever found hand
some, scanned with a certain wlsttul-
ness Dickson's graceful athletic inquire
and clean. dark profile. His own profle
was irregular and his figure was awk-
ward. with arms too long and shoulders
too square for harmony; he stopped IN
an ungainly fashion, as If he had tne
habit Of musing as he walked; his PLAIN
face was deeply freckled. Yet as there
was a suggestion of strength in the fig
in the Young mouth and chin, and some
thing clear and strangely innocent for
a Young man. looked out of his eyes. AS
he stood. every muscle seemed to sag;
he apneared utterly spent; but the m
slant Dickson had driven he stepped
z Iertlv into his place and sent drive
like bird sailing far beyond Dickson
dot of white on the green. Somehow
new upIift Of energy and hope had come
Ia him. bless that kid. he would show
her that he could still do something with
the sticks, He heard her whispered, I'M
conscious Beauty This time he Kept
his head straight, but when the hole
was won, he met her smile frankly with
another The next hole was easy. he
had steadied: he had his nerve back;
every calculation worked; and When
Dickson stymied. it was a simple trick
the like of which he had practiced often)
10 hop over the bali and roll into the
hole. TO the artless joy of his caddy.
You're going to he the champeen, TINS
worthy told Willy when they trudged
IN. 'gucss that young ladys mascot
IT guess she is" said Willy. He was
sure of it when at the home hole, suaru-
ID by a high hedge Dickson's ball was
sliced into the stubborn net of Usage
,ranee roots When his own ball sailed
.Ieanly over the wall he made an excuse
If tving his shoe in order to get another
Jew of that kids" brilliant smile. Inc
yirl herself went on to the bench IN
sight of the blackboard. Here she found
,erself beside an elderly man with
treat head of thick gray hair. He was
tapping so vigorously that she took him
n he WHY'S father, and sent him
ylance of sympathy. you been all
round with him." said he. What sort
If a game is he playing?'
pretty bad until the fifteenth. and
hen wonder" she returned calmly.
"Rattled-' he snorted in disgust, as he
,hewed his cigar out of shape. First
match game. How are the others!
What's his chance?
He can beat them all if he VIII only
h nix So" she returned in the same even
one Her voice was fuller, with a differ
mt and more melodious information tnan
hose about him; he looked up at her
,uicklv. as II from a passing sense of the
difference.
YES. he's rattled"' grunted the eld-
,r,v gentleman. Gone stale, practicing
very minute. Too anxious. Wants to
please his father by getting little Sill
Aren't you his father"
"Nep No. His father could buy me
10 out Of his pocket money. His IA
her is Hiram G. Butler. I'm only MS
BOSS. He's learning the steel business
With me. / wish / was his father; mes
| genius in a way.
IT sunnose his father is awfully
proud of him."
proud nothingw exploded the stout
Gentleman. His father has bought
md sold and fought inventors so long
hat when he discovered that his son
vas Matching formulas for open-hearth
;teel he was Disguised. Then at col