Evening star., 1922-10-29
THE YOUNG MAN WITH
NO BRAINS

it has occurred TO me that business
can be just as sporty a game as polo
or anything else. My fathers i'm
mensely pleased-you've no idea 1
telephoned him, you know-several
times"
Ephraim's lip curled. You" he
scorned. "A nincompoop like you in
business. Have you any idea you can
hope to compete with the average
business man."
| Mr.. Smith smiled vaguely.
Well" he said dittidently, sit had
, begun to occur to me that I'd already
! competed bit, and with a man who's
said to be the best of them. You see,
We formed a bit of syndicate down
here the other day, and the joke of
/ it is that now find I'm conducting
| the Pinden Creamery and the meat
market, and. by Jove. m the vege-
| table king and all that-even a
! deputy overseer of roads: Really
very comic, but sort Of amusing"
| The tall young man looked down at
the toe of a large. slim shoe with
which he was digging nervously in
the sand of the tee.
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tNLD BULL McANDRUS started at
| " him coldly for one long moment.
| His face, his whole body. seemed
! frozen.
! Look at me. you idiot" he sud
denly snapped out. How old am II"
Fifty seven" said young Mr.. Smith
! with an instantaneous smile.
Well. is there any reason I can't
play this course?'
| None" said Mr.. Smith solemnlY.
; "Is there any reason" Ephraim
, went on, why the Longleaf Hotel
can't have its usual deliveries of milk
and cream and butter and eggs and
| vegetables? Meat, too?"
None" said Mr.. Smith. I'm fact, it
| would be a blessing. Provided. Of
and the tennis courts and ballroom
| made ready-say. by tomorrow after
noon. That teahouse, too. I think
| the guests would appreciate that. In
fact, 1 think very few of them would
leave under those conditions. In fact
| / may say I'm sure"
Ephraim hesitated momentarily.
as there any reason, Mr.. Smith," he
! asked, why your father should want
! @ wreck General Indus;riais: Wid-
ows and orphans, you know. 1 won
der if he understands that"
The tall young man smiled again.
| 100 late to catch the market today,
isn't it," he countered. $50 thought.
But as long as the telephone works
| I should think tomorrow morning
should show q distinct improvement"
Ephraim's head was swinging dog
gedly from side to side, and his eyes
were fastened upon the sparkling,
| questioning eyes Of the girl-his own
daughter. by jingo.-who was stand
| ing there burrowing her shoulder &C.
| statically into the ribs Of this amax-
ing Mr.. Smith.
Young man." he spoke sternly,
will you do just one simple thing
! for me?"
| Certainly. my dear fellow"
| IT I've got to look at you for the
rest Of my life, will you kindly stop
| " caring green waistcoats?"
"Oh, you old dear" cried Ammo and
| throw her arms tight about her fathers
neck.
Get out Of here" commanded Eph-
i. rain testify. Both Of you! Can't
you see I want to play a round OF
| Kolf-alone?"
But Ephraim did not tee up his ball
at once. Instead he stood where he
! was and watched two figures, one
lanky and tall, the other elfin. until
| at last only their heads were visible,
bobbing above the crest of the bunker
beyond the eighteenth green.
Steady" said Ephraim to himself
in a husky voice. ''The point Of this
game, I've heard. is to keep your eye
on the ball." With q grunt that might
have been a sigh, he stopped down
and fumbled for pinch OF sand.