Evening star., 1921-08-28

real romance in businessn any
Never thought of it liES.fhat." he
said. Funny what wild'-fdeas girls
got, sometimes. Romance and busi-
ness!
"Oh, but you should" she declared.
you're missing SO much of the fun OF
it If you don't realize the danger and
the difficulty, the everlasting deEsand
for courage and wit and strength, the
prize that awaits the winner and the
loser, too" Her eyes were shining,
a light shone through and through
When he took his lesve. he mrt-
tered some clumsy allusion - other
meetings. She took this frankly, quite
without artifice Of eGauetry; cog .,,r.v.
bored at Cedarcrest. Uncle Arthur
spends his days out on the links and
his evenings in scowling at his score
cards. It'll be a relief to have some
body who's willing to- talk about
something worth while!"
Eddie Penfold climbed into his
berth with this speech for company.
He hadn't talked about anything;
he'd merely listened. He grinned.
The esoteric' welcome which envel-
oped him at the Hilltop ministered
agreeably to a lingering resentment
least, Eddie Penfold mattered. He
harbored a dim hope that Wtnffred
Kendrick observed this reception and
appreciated it justly
He was glad. for the same reason,
that the clerk displayed distinct re-
ter who seized his bags spoke him
worshipfully. He fancied that there
was already change in her regard.
She seemed to study him with deep
ened attention.
The game engulfed him at once. He
put in an hour on the practice tee and
observed that he was evidently on
the very pinnacle of his game.
Usually he lunched at the club
house. but today he went back to the
to wait until few minutes before
the doors were closed. He saw that
she was pleased to find him.
"This is nice! I hate meals here.
I'm either alone or condemned to hear
why Uncle Arthur didn't break hun
other old gentleman by mastery
approach on the seventeenth"
Eddie grinned sympathetically. She
talked about things he disliked, but
they did not lessen his response to
the charm of her voice, the infectious
erences to his father were perplexing.
Eben Penfold had been an admirable
parent, to Eddie's view. and he
thought of him always with an af-
fectionate pang-.a sure refuge in
never occurred to him to think of his
father as a hero of romance. He re-
called him now as unimpresStve.
quiet, thin. submerged, even in his
periods of relaxation, in the business.
'.It's such a pity he didn't live to see
you both carry it on," she said. "He'd
have liked that
"Jim-nx brother-was with him for
years before he died, you know"
Her point of view was entirely invis-
ible He knew that his father had be-
gun as a mechanic. Eben Penfold had
, risen with ascent of the industry into
which he had happened to stumble. a
circumstance which made it unneces-
sary for his son to go through the tire
some business for himself. !.
It was her suggestion that he join
them for dinner. He accepted with so
much eagerness that she seemed
That afternoon he played with conf
dent brilliancy. His mental state. at
dinner was one Of supreme content, and
afterward, when her uncle drifts1 on
to the lobby; Eddie resumed ms role
at a respectful distance; it was enough
to sit comfortably in his wicker arm
chair. to watch the changing play OF
that curious inner light in the girls
face, to hear the cadence Of her voice.
Sunday, at lunch and through long
stroll over the needle -strewn paths be-
tween the pines, Eddie Penfold sur
rendered himself blissfully to the de-
lights Of mere propinQuity. It was not
necessary to devote any thought to the
replies for which Winifred Kendrick oc-
casionally paused. A simple agreement
sufficed. he discovered. And his mind
was # % to contemplate new idea;
he had meant to win this tournament
anyway, but now he owed it to her. he