Evening star., 1923-11-25
Love and Humor and Golf
Sk,nfuDy Combined. With
Conspiracy Which Failed

Z marry. feeling that q wtfe's loving
solicitude may improve their game.
But they are rugged, thick-skinneo
men. not sensitive and retrospective
like Ferdinand. Ferdinand has al
lowed himself to become morbid. he
feels crushed and worthless"
Then do you mean that things
have got to go on like this foreverT
thought for q moment.
TT is a pity" I said. that you
could not have induced Ferdinand TO
GO to Marvis Bay for q month or two.
"Why?'
Because IL seems to me. thinking
the thing over. that IL Is just possible
that Marvis Bay might cure him. AZ
the hotel there he would md col
lected mob of soifers-I use the
term in its hroadest sense. 70 en-
brace the paralyttcs and the men who
play eft-handed-whom even he
would be able to beat. II Ferdinand
can polish up his game so as to 60
round In a fairly steady 10a. I fancy
there is hope. But I understand he Is
not going to Marvis Bay"
'Oh. yes. he Is" said the girl.
Indeed? He did not tell me that.
when we were talking jus: row
"He didn't know it then. He win
when have had \ few words with
him"
And she walked with firm steps back
to the clubhouse
ITO Ferdinand Dibble Marvis Bay
i was a revelation. The hotel waa
4 Il hGn
after a misspent youth devoted TO
| making money. had taken to the
game. Out on the course each morn
ing you could zee representatives OF
every nightmare style. There was
the man who welded his midiron like
one killing snakes. There was the
man who addressed his ball as II he
, were stroking a cat. the man VINO
drove as II he were cracking whip,
! the man who brooded over each shot
! like one whose heart Is bowed down
| by bad news from home and the man
who scooped with his r,ashie as "
| he were ladling soup. BY the end OF
the first week Ferdinand Dibble was
! the acknowledged champion OF the
place. Ffe had gone through the en-
! tire menagerie like a bullet through
| a cream puff.
with gradually growing confidence,
| he had tackled in turn the Cat
stroker. the whip-cracker. the Heart
| Bowed Down and the Soups scooper
and walked all over their faces with
spiked shoes. And as these were the
leading local amateurs. Ferdinand
Dibble was faced on the eighth morn
| ing of his visit by the startling fact
| that he had no more worlds to con-
quer And. what is more. had won
/; his hrst tTopky-the prize in the
great medal-play handicap tourna-
ment, in which he had nosed in ahead
| Of the field by two strokes. The prize
was a handsome pewter mug about
! the size Of the old oaken bucket. and
| Ferdinand used to go to his room i'm
| mediately after dinner to Groom over
| it like a mother over her child.
You are wondering. no doubt. why
| he did not take advantage of the new
| spirit Of exhilarated pride and pro-
pose to Barbara Midway. I will tell
! you. Barbara was not there. At the
I last moment she had been detained
| at home TO nurse q sick parent. and
! had postponed Eer visit for a couple
/ OF weeks. He could, no doubt, have
proposed in one OF the daily letters
which he wrote to her. but somehow
| he used up go much space describing
, his best shots on the links that it
was dificult to squeeze In a declara-
| ton Of undyfng passion. After all,
| you can hardly cram that sort OF
| thing into a postscript.
lac{dod yheraTora uaif fiIl
| she arrived The longer he waited.