The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-05-10
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AnG so It cdulO LO pass lndC IOOK | 4nyself off that evening for Hot Springs, secure in the thought that | Poopendyke would attend to my liter ary estate far more capably than could do it myself and that my 1abors later on would be pleasantly devoted to the lazy task of editing, revising and deleting a tale already told.
 If you are lucky enough to obtain rooms in the Homestead looking out over the golf course, with the wonder ful November coloringS in the hills and gaps beyond; over the casino, the ten ais courts and the lower levels of the fashionable playground, you may well say to yourself that all the world is bright and sweet and full of hope. From my windows I could see far down the historic valley in the direc- ton of Warm Springs, 8 hazy blue panorama wrapped in the air of an h. dian summer and redo1ent with the ln- cense of autumn.
 Britton reminded me that it was a grand morning for golf, and was at once reminded that Britton is an ex- ceHent chap, whose opinions are all ways worth considering. So I started for the links, stopping first at the office of the hotel on my way out, ostensibly
  dow screens, but in reality to glance over the register in quest of certain signatures.
 A brisk, oIdish little man came up beside me and rather. testify inquired , why there were no matches in his room; also why the hot water was cold so much longer than usual that morning He was not much of a man Co look at, but I could not fail to note the obsequious manner in which the two clerks behind the desk looked at him. You couldn't possibly have discovered anything7in their manner to remind you of hotel clerks you may have come to know in your travels. A half dozen boxes of matches were passed cut to him in the twinkling of an eye, and shudder to think what might have happened if there had been hot water faucet handy, they were so eager to please.
 'sMr Brewster gone out yet?" de nanded this important guest, pocket ing all of the matches. could see at once that he was a very rich man. ssDid he leave any message for me He didn't? He was to let me know whether he could play golf with-ehi Playing with Logan, eh? Well, of all
 
 Logan. See fl. MT Scott is in his room Tell him I'd like to etake him on ,fol eighteen holes this morning"
 He crossed to the news counter ane glanced over the papers while duskJ beIlboy shot off in quest of Mr. Scott.
 NThey all hate to play with the ok reezer," said one of the clerks-s young one, you may be sure-low werina his voice and his eyebrows at th' same time. f.He's the rottenest playel in the world"
 ssWho is her' I inquired, mildly in terested.
 a.Jasper Titus,'. was the reply. 9Th l real old Jasper himself" l Before I could recover from my sur 1 prise the object of my curiosity az i preached the desk, his watch in h1 hand
 s.wen. what does he say?" he de manded.
 .aThe-the boy isn't back yet, Nil Titus said one of the clerks, inVolur tarily pounding the call bell in hi nervousness.
 ~Lazy, shfftaess niggers, the whol l tribe of them" was MT. Titus, caVsu comment
 l At that instant the boy, quite out C breath, came humping down tn stairs.
 "Mr. scott's got rheumatiz, Mir. Titu He begs to be excused'-
 SBuncombel" snapped Mr. Titu '<Hes afraid to play me. Well, tn means no game for me. A beautf' day like this and"-
 'sI beg your pardon, Mir. Titus" sai I. stepping ferwaNd. eff you don mind taking on a stranger will | , happy to go around with you Nj name is Smart I think you must hay heard of me through the countess ar your
 stGreat scottl Smart? Are-are yc : the author James Byron Smart, the the man who"- He checked himse suddenly, but seized me by the haI and as he wrung it vigorously draggs
 me out of hearing of the men beh1I the desk.
 s.I am John Bellsmy Smart" said
 a little mifed.
 His shrewd, hard old face underwe
 marvellous change. The crustine
 left it as if by magic His countenan
 radiated joy.
 tsI owe you debt Of gratitude, N
 Smart, that can never be lifted \
 daughter has told me everything. '
 must have aput up with a fearful lot
 nonsense during the weeks she W K~5