The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1916-08-01
CHAPTER XII-Continued.

He smiled politely, but not without
skepticism which annoyed me- |
FASTENED from him, and left my manu-
script with the stenographer. who had
arrived for the summer
"Pll call for the copy tomorrow
noon,' said l. Then l went to the tel
egraph booth and sent a day letter to
Stella. Buster sending me to thank
you" It read. Meet me Hotel Bel
mont six tomorrow. Sold over
bushel of peas today. Prepare to cele-
brate."
Mike" said /, returning to the cart,
drop me at the golf club. Tell Mrs.
Pillig not to expect me to lunch"
1t was ten O'Clock when we arrived
at the entrance to the club. I jumped
out and Mike drove on. The profess
siOnal took my name. and promised to
baud it to the proper authorities as 4
candidate. Then l paid the fee for the
day, borrowed some clubs from him,
and we set oTt | had not touched q
club since tne winter set in. How good
the driver felt in my hand! How
sweetIy the ball flew from the club (as
the golf ball advertisements phrase it,,
on the first attempt! sprang down
the course in pursuit, elated to see that
/ had driven even with the pro. Alas,
my second shot was not like unto it,
His second spun neatly up on the green
and came to rest. Mine went off my
mashie like a cannonball, and OvershOt
into the road. My third went ten feet.
But it was glorious Why shouldn't
farmer play golf? Why shouldn't
golfer run a farm? Why shouldn't Ell
Their write stories? Heavens. what a
lot of pleasant things there are to do
in the world. | thought to myself, as
| finally cached the green and sank
my put. Poor Stella, sweltering over
a 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 a brook l fiubbed my
second drive.
You're taking your eye off," said the
pro.
Pm taking my mind off" said l.
Give me a stroke a hole from here,
for double the price of the round, or
quits?"
You're on said he
That night l 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. If find you've
used the heavy stream. I'll-Pll-I'n
sell Busterl'
That amiable crea ture tried to climb
aboard the train with me- and Peter
had to haul him off by the tail My
last sight of Bentford was yellow
dog squirming and barking in a small
boys arms.
The train was hot and stuffy. 1t
grew hotter and stuftier 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 l stepped
out of the Grand Central station into
Forty-second street my ears were as
saulted by the unaccuStomed din nv
nose by the pungent odor OF the city
streets, my eyes smarted In a dust
whlri- But my heart was pounding
with joy and expectation as I hurried
across the street.
| climbed the broad steps to the
lobby of the hotel. and scarcely had
my feet reached the top than I saw q
familiar figure rise from chair.
ran toward her, waving off the bow
who rushed to grab my bag. A second
later her hand was in mine, her eyes
upon my eyes.
Tit was nice of Buster TO send
you" she said.
You look so white. so tired" 7 an
swered. Where is all your tany,
Melted she laughed. Have Won
business in town? It's awfullv hot
here you poor man."
Yes said I. Il have business bare
very important business. But first
some supper and spree. I've GOT
most two bushels of peas to spend,.
We had a gay supper, and then took
a cab, left my grip at my college club
where l had long maintained a non
resident membership. and drove eaenee
to Broadway.