The Dolores star., 1916-07-28
CHAPTER xIi-contInued.

He smiled politely, but not without
q skepticism which annoyed me.
FASTENED from him, and left my manu-
script with the stenographer. who had
arrived for the summer.
''I'n call for the copy tomorrow
noon," said I. Then I went to the tel
egraph booth and sent day letter to
Stella. Buster sending me to thank
you" 1t read. "Meet me Hotel Bel
mont six tomorrow. Sold over q
bushel Of peas today. Prepare to cele-
brate."
mike" said I, returning to the cart,
sdrop me at the golf club. Tell Mrs.
Pillig not to expect me to lunch"
It was ten o'clock when we arrived
at the entrance to the club. jumped
out and Mike drove ON. The profess
sional took my name. and promised to
hand 1t to the proper authorities as a
candidate. Then paid the fee for the
day, borrowed some clubs from him,
and we set out. had not touched a
club since the winter set in. How good
the driver felt in my hand! How
Bweetly the ball new from the club las
the golf ball advertisements phrase IT.,
on the FIRST attempt! I sprang down
the course in pursuit, elated to see that
had driven even with the pro. Alas!
my second shot was not like unto 1t!
His second spun neatly up on the green
and came to rest. Mine went of my
mashie like cannonball, and overshot
into the road. My third went ten feet.
But It was glorious. Why shouldn't
farmer play golf? Why shouldn't a
golfer run farm? Why shouldn't ell
fher write stories? Heavens, what .
lot Of pleasant things there are to do
In the world, thought to myself. as
/ finally reached the green and sank
my put. Poor Stella. sweltering over
q dictionary in New York! Soon she'd
be here, too. She should learn to play
golf, she should dig flower beds. she
should wade In brook fiubbed my
second drive.
you're taking your eye off," said the
pro.
I'm taking my mind on" said I.
"Give me stroke hole from here,
for double the price Of the round, or
. Quits?"
you're on" said he. t.......
That night slept ten hours, worked
over my manuscripts most of the next
morning, packed load of them In my
suitcase, and after an early dinner got
Peter to drive me to the train. ,
Peter" said at the station, "your
job is to take care of your mother. and
keep the kindlings split, and drive to
market for Mike when he needs you.
Also to water the lawn and flower beds
with the spray nozzle! II find you've
used the heavy stream, Ill-Ill-I'n
sell Buster!'
That amiable creature tried to climb
aboard the train with me, and Peter
had to haul him of by the tail. MY
last sight of Bentford was q yellow
dog squirming and barking in a small
boys arms.
The train was hot and stuffy. 1t
grew hotter and stufier as we came
out Of the mountains into the Con-
necticut lowlands, and we were all
sweltering In the Pullman by the time
New York was reached. As / stepped
out of the Grand Central station into
saulted by the unaccustomed din, my
nose by the pungent odor of the city
streets, my eyes smarted in dust
whirl. But my heart was pounding
with joy and expectation as hurried
across the street. ~
climbed the broad steps to the
lobby of the hotel, and scarcely had
my feet reached the top than saw a
familiar figure rise from chair.
ran toward her, waving on the boy
who rushed,to grab my bag. A second
later her hsnd was in mine, her eyes
rpon my <-es.