The Washington times., 1914-01-04

and RUBBED them CaFeluliE.
There was a tap on the door.
Thank goodness he murmuTeu' Ihe
growing tension eased-
He hurriedly nut the clubs back into
the bag. while Robinson brought IN a
tray, cleared a space Tor it on the table
and went out again.
boIted his breakfast, collected money,
pipe and pouch full OF tobacco, and
was out in the square with his cluhs
on his shoulder, looking up and down
for a taxi. He had not waited many
quietly round the corner in the dis
tance. and made a sudden quick rush
in his direction. Everard nodded. The
taxi stopped with the door handle an
inch from his hand.
.'Paddington," said Everard.
The man touched his cap, jerked down
the flag, heard the door bang, and in
second was IN Sloane street playing
POLITICALLY, but meaningly, upon his
horn.
Fyerard had no paper to read, so he
leaned forward. smoking, and became
absorbed in the way the chauffeur sat
casually back with one hand on the
steering wheel the other on the. norm
and missed carts and busses by fractions
OF AN inch, took chances Of getting out
side other taxis, and lodged like an eel
1t was a beautiful piece of work. 'Ihe
man was an artist. He never used the
horn unless he meant to move SOME
body. and then he made it sound as II
hr were ha1nmering the orAns OUT O VI
the offending driver. For people cross
irg the street he touched It quietly, as
If saving, Look out, now! De carefui!
ard. as though the thing possessed
sort of Piper of Hamelin quality, every
, one listened TO it.
ear at top speed. and yet Everard was
not bumped or hurled from side to sloS.
He drew up behind policeman OUT
stretched arm with his right Iuud-nap
brushing the constable's trouser-leg--
1 and all the time. until he aeposlte2
| Everard after q shoot-the-chute rush
down the departure side OF Paddlngtoh
Station. he never moved ms head OF
I body OF was apparently conscious OF
anything around him.
i FSyerard got out. "I think you ought
| to have a few lessons in driving, he
! said quietly, fishing in a hanofm OF
change for the right amount
The chauffeur shot quick look az
| him, and then SLOWLY his face wrlnked
| and two rows of very white teeth show
ed under his neat mustache in delight,
! ed grin. He took his fare and toucheo
! his cap Thank you, sir."
Eyerard clanked into the stauSn' on
| Uhistling resolutely. The day had be-
/ gun well. He bought a ticket, Daily
Msil. and two or three of the weekly
! Illustrated papers, climbed into a
! smoker. and read diligently until the
| train puffed leisurely into West Drey-
No other golfers followed Everard
1 down the station hill, and his approach
was signaled by general rush of cad
! dies, who had been scouting the train'
back TO the professionals shed.
| Hitherto this was a club to which
Eyerard onIv came in vacation. but
when he went into the club house he
| found himself greeted warmly by the
| steward who, in his Shirt-sleeVeS,
bathed in perspiration, leaned on the
bar and was studying the political news
| He looked up as Everard came in, and
his face, beamed. He held out ar enor-
nous hand. Good morning, Mr.. Ley
den. This is pleasant surprise. We
! 'aven't 'ad the pleasure of seeing you
for many a long day. Been away"'
Everard smiled. Yes he said
"dodging about. How are you, VOL
sey?'
] The steward, whose only resemblance
to the cardinal whose name he bore
was his gift of CAB, stood up straight
and placed both hands on his enormous
corporation, all his chubby fingers
spread out. His eyes twinkled merrily
Still buildin'," he replied. still build,
in! Shall 1 mix you a tiny one before
going out? Keeps the neck from swell,
ing in this weather.
'Righto." said Everard Have one
| with me-"
Well. my neck swells a deal more
than yours, so l will, thank you" VOL,
sey gave the young man slant of hii
head and began to concocT the drinks.
BY the time EVerard had changed his
shoes and returned they were side BY
side upon the bar. But the sun wa.
calling outside, and the itch for actor
was upon him. He took up his glass
quickly. Good luck" he said.
Woisey took his up and eyed it ap,
pralSlngiy. Same to you and many Of
en- he said Reminds me of tn,
story OF the Irishman who"
Everard set down his slass with 3
roar of laughter. once Wolsey wa!
fairly under way on stories there wa
! no escape. From his comfortable atti
! tude, too, propped against the sole
counter, II was all to palpable that h,
| was ready for prolonged session Ev
erard picked up his clubs and interrup
ted bravely.
Save it till get back 10 LUNCH" h,
said. and hurried out onto the empty
tee.
From the shed the caddies were al
watching for him. He waved an arm
| There was moments rustic and con
fusion and pushing. and then a bo!
came running.
is the pro there?" asked Everard.
Just go and ask him if he can pla,
round, and then come and carry for
me-"
The boy was off again. and Everarc
drew forth mis- driver and swung might
lily. He had left his cap ii the club
house, and the sun shOne Gloriously
and in front of him the green was very
green and well kept and in~iting.
Good morning, sir said 4 cheer
voice behind him. and EVtIard saw
the long. thin professional stride owe
| the railing and up onto the tee.
Good morning." said Everard. "Grea
day for golf. Done any fine scores
lately?"
The professional smiled. He reminded
Eyerard curiously Of the chauffeur VIII,
had driven him to PaddinGTUn
4 got a sixty-eght YESTERDAY h
A picture of the different -holes-Iong
flat. full Of bitches and tTeTs- flOate'
through Everard's mind, and he whis
tied. Did you, though? That's use
full" he said Well let's see what v,
can do. You drive. will you?'
The professional teed his hall upon
diminutive pinch Of sand, tCCk a pre-
liminarv swing or two. and then drOv
a long. clear. easy ball straight for tn
pin. Everard noted the absence 0
pressing, refrained from doing so him
self and had the satisfaction Of watch
ing his ball follow the pr0fessional
down the straight.
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