Evening star., 1923-09-23

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ioolxa heret"
He dived into an alleyway of dead
Clothing. dug for q moment. and emerg-
ed with something at the sight OF which
Wallace Chesney, hardened golfer that
he was. blenched and threw up an arm
defensiveiy.
"No. moi" he cried
The object which Lou Carlock was
waving insinuatingly before his eyes
was pair of those golfing breeches
which are technically known as plus
fours." A player of two years stand
Ing, Wallace Chesney. was not un-
familiar with plus fours-all the club
cracks wore them; but he had never
seen plus. fours like these. What
might be termed the main motif Of
the fabric was a curious vivid pink,
and, with this to work on. the archi-
tect had let his imagination run free
and had produced so much variety in
the way foc chessboard squares of
white. yellow, violet and green that
the eye swan as II looked upon them.
These were made to measure for
Sandy McHoots, the open champion"
said Lou, stroking the left leg low
ingly. But he sent 'em back for
some reason or other"
Perhaps they frightened the chill
dren," said Wallace, recoliecting hav-
ing heard that Mr.. McHoots was a
married man,
They'll tit you NICE" said Lou.
Sure they'll fit him NICE" said AL
fred. warmly.
why, just take a look at yourself
in the glass" said Irving, "and see If
they don't fit you nice"
And, as one who wakes from a
trance, Wallace discovered that his
lower limbs were now incased in the
prismatic garment. At what point in
the proceedings the brethren had slip
ped them on him, he could not have
said. But he was undeniably in.
Wallace looked in the glass. For
moment sheer horror gripped him.
Then suddenly he became aware that
his first feelings were changing. The
initial shock over, he was becoming
calmer. He waggied his right leg
win . CCILdAH ShHBITOlQ.
There Is a certain passage in the
works of the poet Pope with which
you may be familiar. 1t runs as fol.
lows:
Vice is a monster Of 30 frfshtful mien
As to be hated needs but to be seen;
Yet seen too.oft. familiar with her face,
We nrst endure, then pity, then embrace.
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ney and these plus fours. At first he
had recoiled. Then, after a while he
found himself in the grip Of a new
emotion. For the first time in his
life, he. thought. he looked like a man
who could play golf
There came to him an odd sensation
of masterfuiness. He was still hold
ing the putter, and he swung it up
above his shoulder. A fino swing, all
lissomeness and supple grace, quite
different from any swing he had ever
done before.
Wallace Chesney gasped. 1t was
the costume that did it. He saw now
what he had never seen before
that it was not because they were
crack players that crack players wore
plus fours; it was because they wore
plus fours that they were crack play
ers. And these plus fours had been
the property of an open champion.
Wallace Chesney's bosom swelled.
Yes. for the first time In his goifing
life he felt really confident.
How much?" he muttered, thickly
And the Brothers Carlock clustered
grimly around with note books and
pencils:
THE moment Wallace Chesney en-
Il tered the clubhouse, arrayed in
his new apparel, disaffection reared
its ugly head. Friends of years
standing called loudly for the COM
mlttee, and there was a small and
vehement party which advocated the
tearing off and public burial of the
obnoxious garment. But Wallace had
hoped for better things when he
should meet Charlotte Dix, the girl
who loved him. Charlotte, he had
supposed, would understand and SYM
pathize.
Instead of which, she uttered a
piercing cry and staggered to chair.
Quick" she. said. Before 1 have
to look again" "
What do you mean?"
Pop straight back into the chang
ing room, while I've got my eyes
shut. and remove the fancy dress"
whats wrong with them?"
Darling" said Charlotte, u think
it's sweet and patriotic of you to be
proud of your cycling club colors, or
whatever they are. but you mustn't
wear them on the links. 1t will un-
settle the caddies."
They are a trihe on the bright
side" admitted Wallace. "But it
helps my game, wearing them. I was
trying few practice shots just now
and slammed the ball on the meat
every time. They inspire me-, IL you
know what 1 mean. Come on, let's be
starting" =
Charlotte opened her eyes incredu-
iousiy.
"You can't seriously mean that
you're really going to play in--those?
It's against the rules. There must
be a rule somewhere in the book
against coming out looking like a
sunset. Won't you go and burn them
for my sake?''
but tell you they give me con-
fdence4 1 sort of soufnt down at
them when I'm addressing the ball.
and feel like a pro-"
Then the only thing to do is for
me to play you for them. Come ,on,
wally, be a sportsman. I'll give you
a baYf and nlav vou- for tha uhoia