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

"Why, Milo" She stretched out her
arms. You old heart of gold oh,
I'm so GLAD to see you"
Then Milo knew why he had come
home. Next mo. ming when Milo ar
rived at. the. bank, a group Of men
about his desk had just finished set
ting up a large white placard, bearing
the legend: "Jenks 75-Gr,en 49,"
"Yeea, Jenks." Bloxol the receiv-
ing teller, seized him by lie hand.
Bully boy, jerks The paying
teller's hand descended W his shout
der.
Milo drew himself erect.
whats the celebration, gentle
men," he asked calmly.
AS if you had to ask, jerks"
Bloxom spread before him a news
paper, open at the sporting page.
There was marked paragraph from
Jersey coast resort headed. "Jenks
defeats Green"
The article stated briefly that in a
special match NJ. jerks had defeated
Sandy Green, the professional of the
Sagway Country Club, one. up the
previous day.
"Well?" Milo laughed shortly.
"Anyoned think had beaten Walter
Hagen" He swept his arms apart.
Now clear out; I've got work TO do"
Il was thinking, Milo, might take
you on for a game sometime" Rossiter
suggested. But guess I'm hardly in
your class"
"Oh, well."-Milo shrugged-"it's
all sport. I'm dated up way ahead.
But sometime-we'll see"
Involuntarily Milo glanced at his
calendar. Pudder was scheduled to
retire on the first of July.
At noon the president of the bank
sent for jerks.
"Well, jerks" he said. awhat's
this? Some one left this Clipping on
my desk. So the bank has an expert,
Ell! WHAT"
"Oh-" Jerks bluShed.
Mr.. Bayard took off his eyeglasses.
"Out with it, out with it, mr. boy.
Here you play golf better than any
OF us. and you've never let anyone
know it. That's no way to get on in
the world. Advertise yourself. loot
your horn. D.. All Right. Merely
wanted to congratulate you"
That night Milo went home in
gloomy mood. Later, in the soft dark
ness Of corner of the veranda. he
barred his soul to Prudence Place.
She pressed his hand tightly.
"Milo," she said. Il don't wish to
seem a causist. Yet you deserve TO
succeed Mr.. Pudder. Simply because
you've devoted yourself TO the bank.
you are set down as going 10 seed.
That is unjust, and it is right for you
to try to give a better impression of
yourself.
"Of course" she went on. "if Won
were going right on pretending about
golf and never playing at all. that
would De wrong. But you see" she
smiled, you're going to Learn. TO play
well. So you're merely discounting
the future"
But you see, Prudence. sweetheart
that's just what I'm not going to do
l hate the game, and l never can
learn to play it,"
"Oh, yes. you can, Milo. You're 90
INK W Sidib IiSul III duu-
prudence. I'm not"
"Ailo. you simply have to: there's
no way out now. You have made Ger
tain statements at the bank. The
time will surely come when youp
have to make good.
Milo groaned.
So you see, dear" said Prudence,
"the sooner we begin the better"
"Yes, / see." Moved by her con.
fidence. he frightened. "We'n begin
Saturday, real intensive work. And
now"-he seized her hand-~I want 10
tell you how I've looked forward all
dav to seeing you"
Next day Rossiter called up his 'av-
orite golfing writer and learI ed that
the jerks Who figured at Sagway was
Milton jerks. a young Midwestern
amateur Of growing rppute. Then