Evening star., 1923-11-25

, MS lon8-drlVing adversary up to the
fifteenth green. There was another
very important factor in the situa-
tion--to wit, that Ferdinand Dibble
had started right off from the first
tee playing the game of a lifetime.
Today he had been swinging with a
careless freedom. and his chips had
been true and clean. The thing had
puzzled him all the way round. It
had not elated him, for owing to Bar
haras aloofness, and the way In
which she had gamboled about George
Parsloe, he was In too deep state
| of detection to be elated by any
thing. And now, in a fash OF clear
vision. he perceived the reason why
he had been playing SO well today.
1t was simply because he was 50
! profoundly miserable.
| + X y
! MEANWHILE, George Parsloe had
IVA driven off and the match was
progressing. George was feeling a
| little flustered by now. He had been
given to understand that this bird
! Dibble was a hundred at-his-best,
and, all the way. round, the fellow
had been shooting 5s In great pro-
fusion, and had once actually got
! a 4. With the naughty spirit of
! one who had once done ninety-four,
George Parsloe had anticipated being
at least up at the turn. Instead
OF which, he had been down and
had had to fight strenuously to draw
| level!
Nevertheless he drove steadily and
we'll. and would certainly have won
the hole had 1t not been for his weak
and sinful putting. The same de-
feet caused him to halve the seven
teenth after being on in two, with
Ferdinand wandering in the desert
and only reaching the green with his
| fourth. There, however, Ferdinand
holed out from q distance of seven
yards, getting which GEORGES
three puts just enabled him to equal.
Barbara had been watching the pro-
ceedings with a beating heart At
| first she had looked on from afar;
but now she approached the tee.
held her breath. Ferdinand held his
Ferdinand was driving off, She
breath. And, all around. one could
see their respective breaths being
held by George Parsloe, MIR. Tuttle
and the enthralled crowd Of specta-
tors. 1t was moment Of the
acutest tension, and It was broken
| by the crack Of Ferdinand's driver as
it met the ball and sent it hopping
along the ground for a mere thirty
yards. At this supreme crisis in the
match Ferdinand Dibble had topped.
| George Parsloe teed up his BALL He
snuggled the driver in his hands
and gave 1t q preliminary swish
This, felt George Parsloe. was where
tho happy ending came. He drew
back his club with infinite caution.
poised it at the top Of the swing
II always wonder" said . clear
girlish voice. ripping the silence like
the explosion Of q bomb.
/ George Pareloe started. His club
| wabbled. It descended The ball
trickled into the long grass In front
| Of the tee. There was a grim pause.
| you were saying. Miss MedwAy7'
| said George Parsloe in small. nat
| voice.
"oh. Tn so sorry." said Barbara
| I'm afraid put you on"
| "A little, perhaps. The merest
| trifie. But you were saying you
| wondered about something. Can be
I OF any assistance?'
] 'I was only saying that I always
wonder why tees are called tees"
| George Parsloe swallowed once or
| twice. He blinked.
IT am afraid I cannot tell you on
hand" he said. "But will make q
point Of consulting some good en-
cyclopedia at the earliest oppor-
| tunity."
THANK you so much"
mot at all. It will be a pleasure.
| In case you were thinking OF inQuir-
ing, at the moment when am
putting, why greens are called greens.
| may I venture the suggestion now
! that it Is because they are green?''
| And so saying. George Parsloe
| stalked to his bail and found 1t
| nesting In the heart Of some shrub