San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1923-09-30


Jfnks, senior assistant cashier of tn,
Hrst Federal Bank, watched his fel
low-workers preparing for departure
.Outside the door of the president;
office awaited the great mans coloret
servant, a bag bristling with golf
clubs in one hand, fat valise on til,
tiled floor.
r-Old Bayard is loaded for bear
epre," Rossiter, second assistant cash
1er, observed. Hes got more kind.
and varieties of club in that bag thar
Chick Evans would lin a year."
/ lit isn't often Mr.. Bayard comes t.
the bank on Saturdays" Milo OBJ
served. "Yet l can remember wheI
ESQ can l." interruted Rossiter
Used to turn up regular until he be
gan to play golf. Wish he'd hurry W
and get out of here. Want to catcl
the one-thirty-five for Ardsley. Got a
foursome on,
why don't you go. then? Mr.
Bayard never comes in here. especially
+ when he's hurrying to clear out"
~Guess l WILL Rossiter seized his
bag of clubs and was off. Undoubtedly
Z great game, golf, Milo reflected. But
there could be no alternative to his
beloved brown brooks with their clean
stones and tinkling waters. the whir.
ring reel, the battle of wits against
fsh OF divers sorts. but more especially
against trout. Milo was reared in a
land that sang with little rivers. But
ne never talked about it, for this was
m age Of golf.
After a few moments he rose and
went into the office of Mr.. Pudder. the
cashier. Mr.. Pudder was not a golfer.
The bank was his one passion. Al
ready he was past the retiring age.
At the moment he was bending
over a detailed report. jerks came to
his side.
us there anything 1 can do, Mr..
Pudder?"
"N-o. No. oh, is that you. Milo?
/ No-nothing. Let's see. Why, it's
Saturday, of course. No, run along,
sMilo."
Milo turned away just as Phineas
Bayard appeared in the doorway.
"Pottering Birds of feather, you
two! Why don't you get out into the
gunlight! Play something? Golf. Co
I Ing to seed. Dying on your feet. Bah :"
be swung himself about and walked
heavily out of the bank to his motor.
n Pudder smiled compassionately.
n poor man! His temper grows
worse year by year. Well" He re-
burned to his report.
N jerks left the bank in thoughtful
3nood. Phineas Bayard's wrathful
words and bellicose demeanor seemed
10 confirm rumors that had come
TO him in the past month. He was to
be passed over when Pudder retired I:
and Rossiter would be made cashier.
Milo forthwith hurried to the parcel
~ Of the Hudson Terminal. where
checked his grip and fishing
and seizing them, sought
'srrting-good store.
u II want to learn to play golf" said
e to the salesman. what sticks do
have to get?"
~Call 'em clubs" suggested the
salesman, and sold him midiron, a
Efnashie, a niblick, brassie. a driver
Ind a putter, besides a bag and
dozen balls.
Milo thrust his trout-rods into the
bag and went uptown to his boarding
place in Harlem. He met the board
ing house keeper in the hallway.
"Has Miss Place been about, Mrs
Hathaway" he asked. Miss Place was
teacher of mathematics in the Nor
NAL School.
mot since luncheon" Mrs. Hatha-
way smiled approvingly. 1t was the
first time Milo jerks had ever ex-
pressed interest in the whereabouts
of Prudence Place.
That night after dinner Milo fol-
lowed Prudence Place out OF tie din
ing room. trembling upon the brink of
brazoh adventure.
"Miss Place" he said, "couldn't we
run out to the movies tonight.
"Why not, Mr.. jerks? Why not?r
Prudence queried.
1t happened just as Milo jerks had
always known it would happen if he
ever let himself make leeway with
Prudence Place.
Her hand was trailing in the seat
ut her side, and accidentally Milo's
hand came in contact with IL. The
remainder of the play those two hands
were as one.
Milo's original scheme had been to
tahe Prudence out for the evening. in |
the course of which he would seek adj |
vice on how to proceed in the business |
Of learning to play golf He had heard |
she had played golf at Wellesley, and |
he knew that occasionally she went 70 |
eome public course. Now the prob |
lem that had led TO his interest in golf