Evening star., 1921-03-06

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Take a look" says he; wavin' th'
wad under my nose. will hundred
| to sixty suit you?'
| "Aw. let's not be pikers, SON. say:
| /. Double it,
| He stares at me suspicious for {
! second, then counts out ten twentie:
| tleman wants to cover that. Jimmie
three to five." says he. Mine is or
Betty Affair"
Good" says l. Here's mine. Blu
say, son. what's the name of the party
| I've picked to win
And this gets him doin' the open
| faced motion once more. Say, you
| play yourself for some grand little
kidder, don't you? Huh After
| which he turns his back scornful and
walks OFF.
! '1t comes high sometimes" ! re-
all these young lobby lizards romr
| over you. Where is it that this here
| lady niblick battle is being staged?
He tells me how to get to the front
| line trenches and on the way ou
who should | run across but Percy
Heath and Clara.
why. hello says ]. Couldn't
you locate grandmas cottage
"Oh. yes" says he. But She S
! out somewhere. Left a note with
| the maid telling US to make our
selves right at home, and that she
would join US for luncheon, although
she might be a little late"
Maybe the nurse is pushin her
round the grounds in a wheel chair,
l suggests.
Or she may have gone motoring
adds Clara. But come along. daddy,
l te,lN Of
big match"
(Which one?" I asks.
Why" says Clara. the one that
Miss Affair is in. She's the girl who
made the low medal last summer
when the Women's Metropolitan was
Gets perfectly wonderful drives. they
say
Yes" says I, so I've heard But
what about the one she's up
against?'
H0CHE club secretary has just been
telling us about her" says
Clara. shes a Mrs. Smith, who took
up the game only six or eight years
ago, and won her first tournament
when she was fifty-five. She's over
sixty now, but only last year she
won the womens southern champion
ship. She isn't a long driver, but
they say her short game is deadly"
Il hope it is says l, earnest. And
there's quite d crowd collected off
by those trees"
THAT must be the gallery" says
Percy. The secretary said we could
pick up the match at the fifteenth"
Maybe you'n lind grandmother in
the bunch, eh?" l suggests.
What" says he. No, it isn't at
all likely.
Granny out here" exclaims Clara.
oh, say, professor, you're TOO absurd.
Come along. Let's see the drives"
And we sprinted along until We got
10 where a whole lot of people were
grouped around a little square green
spot. occupied by these two females
IN sport clothes. One is willowy
young queen in a crocheted wool hat /,
a brown and black checked skirt and
a silk waist. She has just stepped to
the front, wound the club around her
shoulders like she was bent on dislo-
catin' a rib, and has given the little
pill the ride of its life. Anyway, a
lot of the spectators gasps as they
watches it 80 hummin' OF across a
bunker.
That's Miss Affair."" whispers Clara.
They say she's two up. She'll win,
all right
"Oh, say not sou says I. "Ain't
there any chance that -'
"S-s-sh." warns Clara. Here is the
other one-that Mrs. Smith. It's her
turn to drive. Look at that practice
swing, will you"
And up steps this white-haired old
girl with the pink cheeks and the
square shoulders. She's quite a lady
husk, but she carries it well, and
dressed all in black that way, with
the mannish black sailor strapped un-
der her chin. she doesn't look a bit
overweight for her inches. Kind Of
nice-lookin' old lady. too. But say,
when she straddles her feet wide
apart and grips her club firm and
gets her eye f1xed on that ball she
sure does look like she meant busi-
ness. Some clean crack she gives it.
1t don't travel as far as the one the
girl hit, but it sails right over the
bunker thing and straight down the
middle of the alley. Keeps on rollin'
and rollin'.
How about it. Percy" says l,
could you knock one as far as that?"
And then l noticed that Percy is
gawpin' after the old girl as she
starts stridin' away. 'Eh?" says he.
"I-I beg pardon?"
"Oh. nothing much" says I. II was
just wonderin' if you could whale one
out like that"
"Mee" says he mot half that far.
IL wish 1 could. A most remark
able woman that, for her years. Sim
gular. too. II must have seen her
Somewhere before. A Mrs. Smith. the
secretary said. didn't he. Clara"
ayes. I think So" says Clara. "See.
she's going to try a brassie to the
i, green Well, look at that. will you.
She's on! And rolling toward the pin.
Now Miss Affair is going to try. And
she's takin' an iron. Oh, she's hooked
| it, She's trapped"
Any way. something of the kind
must have happened. for I could hear
| her rooters murnuring. TOO bad!'
and things like that. She made a
| fine stab at liftin' the ball out of the
| sand. but it went a little too far and
! rolled into another pit on the opposite
| side. And when she finally got through
haired old girl calmly taps her ball
into the cup.
"A birdie three" says Clara. en-
thusiastic. Now she's only one down"
That's one too many to suit me-"
| says 7. I've got money on her"
! you ought to know her full name"
'I expect had. but I don't" says I.
| might as well find out. too. There's
| Roomer-Day over there. He's been
down here a lot. He'll know
He does: of course. And ! hurries
back to the Heaths with the news
| just as the lady in black is teeing up
IT'S Mrs smith Jones. I announces.
'wha-a-atr saspS Percey. Are
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