San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-09-30
that he never gave his partner definite
thought, which was well.

I that he never gave his partner definite
thought, which was well.
At the ninth hole Bayard and Milo
one of the holes the bank president
had won.
"Jenks," he said, "your game ought
to be croquet. Neuritis. Stuff What
you've got is palsy. You and old
Pudder. Well, let's see where is that
ninth hole? Oh, yes, got to be care
full here"
He was right. The tee was bound.
ed on the left by dense wood, and
OH the right by wheat field.
Bayard. took stance, and as he
swung, there came a clatter behind
him. Milo, in drawing his driver
from the bag. had pushed the recep-
tacle toward his caddy, who at the
moment had CHANGED to look away.
The bag of clubs thus had crashed to
the ground.
At that instant Bayard sliced his
ball clearly into the wods.
"Well-" The president turned and
saw the caddy picking the bag from
the ground. "Did you drop that,
boy?"
"No, 1 didn't" asserted the urchip,
pointing to Milo. THAT man did,"
Mr.. Bayard-" Milo jerks was
about to unleash all that had been
gathering in his soul when Bayard
raised his hand.
Never mind! Never mind!" he
snarled. "For heavens sake, let INC
play golf"
But the slice had evidently come
to stay. Bayard bombarded those
woods with six additional golf balls
before he gave up. Then, he gave
vent to fervid metaphor.
I'm through" he concluded. "This
comes of playing with duffer. Look
here, jerks, where did you ever get
your repu-"
"Bayard! Bayard!" Arbuthnot's
voice was bellicose. Just because you
are playing poorly, / object to your
knocking me out of my game. If l
keep on this way, I'll lower my best
| score by five holes. Go on, if you're
not a child, and play the game cut.
Stop bawling your partner out. Its
all upsetting."
Child. :" Bayard bristled. "All
right, I'll show who's a gutter. Go
on and drive. jerks"
jerks did his usual croquet-shot.
Arbuthnot and Rossiter got away
with good drives.
Come on. Well go into the woods
and find one of those balls, any
| way"
why don't you drive another, Mr..
Bayard?" suggested Rossiter re-
spectfully.
because I don't want to. Come
ahead, jerks"
Milo and the two caddies accom-
panied Bayard into the woods. Two
balls were easily discovered. One OF
them was on the bank of beautiful
woodland stream that flowed over
flat stones, clean and brown.
Bayard ignored the ball. He stood
gazing down into the brook. :.
"Jove, that's beautiful" Upon his
face was an expression of peace.
| "Looks as though there might be
fish in there" observed jerks. leaning
forward.
Maybe one or two. I've heard
trout have been seen here" returned
Bayard. He looked up. I suppose
you know as much about trout as you
do about golf"
jerks flushed. He knew the stroke
of fate had fallen. He and Bayard
were simply two men now.
Look in there" He was pointing
toward a Silly bnckwater under the
opposite bank. "There's fish in
there"
"How do you know" Bayard leaned
forward, staring.
"rve-I just know. Any fisherman
would know"
"Tm fisherman" Bayard's face
grew soft. "That is. j was, FishH
ever since I was boy"
Milo's throat caught"
"Why did you stop, Mr.. Bayard?"
he asked at length.
"Oh. various reasons" Bayard
shrugged. Then his eyes narrowed.
"Jenks you were supposed to know
something about golf. and"
"Mr. Bayard. I don't know thing
about golf. and I don't want to know
.anything. I was putting IN joke on
Young Rossiter. and the Joke got ont
of hand. But as for fishing" He
grew rigid. his ewes upon the water.
"Did You see that. Mr.. Bayard?"
! Bayard turned TO the brook whore
circles were radiating> from under the
opposite bank.
"A fish," His eyes were ablaye.
| "Wait minute. Here, cnddv.'
Milo reached into the bag and drew
| forth his canvas case.
"Ssshi" Quickly drawing ont roo
md iointinr IL he took n fly-hoo'
from his porSet.
Bavard tinto"d to his side. lookin"
over his shoulder.
"Ynu'd better trv Silvnr Doctor :"
he. whispered excitedly. lights soft
nnin""
Milo shook his head. "Iook Mt III"