The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1916-07-07
The Euenine Story
The Domino Dimple.
DIV keith Kenyon.)

(By Keith Kenyon.)
Nettie Richardson had two hobbies.
One was Jack Price and the other
golf.
Although naturally athletic and pro-
ficient in most outdoor sports, there
was more than mere pastime in golf
for her this year. For she had set her
heart on marrying Jack. and she was
keen enough to see that the girl VINO
got him would have to use drivers,
putters and cleeks as the keys to his
heart.
lowest score, which was only one of
his superior qualities, for it would
take at least ten adjectives to describe
his eligibility. Indeed he was very,
very desirable.
Nettie was far and away the best
| looking girl in the club-and the best
dressed Moreover, she played excel
| lent golf, for she was tall and muscu-
lar and her long distance shots were
wonderful.
A match was pending, tournament
for women, and Nettie felt that to
carry off the laurels on this occasion
would mean much in her campaign
for matrimony. Jack liked her, she
knew, and to win the cup in the COM
ing match was about all that was
needed now to force the citadel of his
/ heart.
| With SO much depending on the re-
suit of Saturdays play, Nettie was
practicing. One morning, at 8, her
little road car turned in at the club
gate and in fifteen minutes she was
out on the course looking her very
best in her golf suit of shantung and
little sport hat to match.
Crack! The first shot whizzed past
the marker and straight up the course
nearly two hundred yards. The caddy
ran on ahead and pulled out an iron
for the next shot. He knew Nettie's
| preference as to clubs and was ready
| for her when she came. That was a
good one, Miss Richardson. Want
this c1eek or a brassie? They don't
roll much in the morning with so
much dew"
Nettie took the iron. Pat. who is
that person Just starting down number
two? Is she playing?"
A girl in a pink sunbonnet and a
pink dress was plainly visible against
the green background of the trees.
The course doubled and one and two
lay side by side with only a narrow
strip of rough between. The other
girl, coming toward them, stopped and
made a play. The ball went high and
far. It landed close to Nettie and the
caddy
He grinned. st should say she is
Dandy shot. wasn't it ?"
Nettie frowned. The shot had been
too good for comfort. who is she,
around here?''
'I dunnoi Mebbe.''
"Or one of the maids at the club 20
81 don't think so-but mebbe."
dare. But" she spoke in an under
tone to herself some of these coun-
try people were allowed to take out
| memberships I've heard, or she might
even be a summer boarder."
The girl came nearer and her face
in
plainly visible. mo one I've seen be-
forei' Nettie put on her haughtiest
air. her stoniest stare, and lad
dressed her ball.
The girl stopped and watched the
play. CadGying for herself, she had
her bag slung over her shoulder. Net
tie had had good chance to see that
she was pretty, very pretty, and that
the pink linen dress and pink linen
hat made sunbonnet style Y ere not
the milkmaid getup that she had at
first supposed.
/ Nettie lifted the iron and let it come
down ferociousiy. but something was
| wrong. She topped The ball and near
ly twisted her wrist out of Joint. She
4 was furious Why was that simpleton
watching? 1t always fused her to
have any one standing around.
It's almost too wet to play, isn't
it?" called the pink girl, passing near
toward her own ball.
| ANOIti( cbAAS" ChG0 liOl, O1L Ste1lh0u
majestically onward She managed,
however, to notice the splendid shot
the other got under a bunker.
Nettie seemed to have lost her pow
err of concentration, for the rest OF
the morning was bad. After PLAYING
tired and in dangerous humcr.
But the prospect of dinner with a
party at Sycamore Inn and a ride
home with Jack through the moon
| 1irrx,f I,,o ,s,-s%-
and by evening she was quite herself
magnificent to look at ma gnetically
compelling.
Does any one know who our new
acquisition is at the club?' she asked
in conversational pause at table.
Every one was interested, but nobody
knew. Then she related her expert
ence of the morning, leaving out in
cidentally that the girls shot beat
her own.
Il believe you mean the girl 1 met
on the course this afternoon said
Jack.
Nettie was instantly alert. .she
wasn't in pink, but she was crack
erjack of player and a peach for
looks" he added enthusiastically.
Some country girl you may be
sure" supplied Nettie They ought
not to be allowed to play. 1 am 60
ing to call up Alex Harding about it. "
The rest of the evening was spoiled
The ride she had counted on so much
came to nothing. Although Jack was
his usual attentive self, it seemed
; that something was lacking.
Once home, she looked into her
mirror: You are a fool if you let a
little silly ninny of a country girl side
track you now. You've got to win
that match on Saturday. Jack expects
it and you've got to make good Then
a new thought struck her-an awful
dawning that made her go pale. DO
you suppose that girl is practicing to
qualify-that she will be in the match
and perhaps defeat me? Heavensi"
Nettie didn't sleep and was up early
, practicing. An anxious week followed