Evening star., 1923-09-30

~ jerks, senior assistant cashie'
~ of the First Federal Bank
watched his fellowworker!
preparing for departure.
Outside the door of the presidents
Office awaited the great mans coloree
servant, bag bristling with golf
clubs in one hand, a fat valise on the
tiled floor.
"Oid Bayard is loaded for bear
sure" Rossiter, second assistant
cashier, observed. Hes got more
kinds and varieties of club in that
bag than Chick Evans would use In
a year"
1T isn't often Mr.. Bayard comes to
the bank on Saturdays" Milo OBJ
served. yet can remember
when--"
80 can l." interrupted Rossiter
Used to turn up regular until he be-
gan to play golf Wish he'd hurry up
and get out of here, Want to catch
the -thirty-five for Ardsley. Got
a foursome on"
why don't you go. then? Mr.
Bayard never comes in here. espe-
cially when he's hurrying to clear
out"
Guess / will" Rossiter seized his
bag Of clubs and was off. Undeni-
ably a great game. golf, Milo re-
Elected. But there could be no alter
native to his beloved brown brooks
with their clean stones and tinkling
waters, the whirring reel, the battle
OF wits against fish Of divers sorts,
but more especially against trout.
Milo was reared in a land that sang
with little rivers. But he never
talked about it, for this was an age
of golf.
After a few minutes he rose and
went into the Office of Mr.. Pudder.
the cashier. Mr.. Pudder was not a
golfer. The bank was his one pas
sion. Already he was past the re-
tiring age.
At the moment he was bending
over q detailed report. Jenks came
to his side.
rs there anything / can do. Mr..
Pudder."
mo. No. Oh, is that you, Milo?
No, nothing. Let's see. Why. it's
Saturday. of course. No, run along.
Milo"
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 sunlight? Play something?
Golf, Going 10 seed. Dying on your
feet. Bah"'
He swung himself around and
walked heavily out of the bank to
his motor.
Pudder smiled compassionately.
"Poor man! His temper grows
worse year by year. Well" He
returned TO his report.
yENKS left the bank in thoughtful
j mood, Phineas Bayard's wrathful
words and bellicose demeanor seemed
to confirm rumors that had come
to him in the past month. He was. to
% passed over when Pudder retired;
and Rossiter would be made cashier.
Milo forthwith hurried to the par
eet-room Of the Hudson Terminal,
where he had checked his grip and
fshing-rods and. seizing them, sought
sporting goods store.
81 want to learn TO play golf" said
he 20 the salesman. What sticks do
1 have to get?"
Call 'em clubs" suggested the
salesman. and sold him a midiron, a
mashie, q niblfck, a brassie. a driver
and putter. besides a bag and a
dozen balls
Milo thrust his trout-rods into the
bag and went uptown to his board
ing place, in Harlem. He met the
boarding-house keeper in the hall
way.
Has Miss Place been about, Mrs.
Hathaway" he asked. Miss Place
was q teacher of mathematics in the
normal school.
mot since luncheon" Mrs. Hatha-
way smiled approvingly. 1t was the
first time Milo Jenks had ever ex-
pressed interest in the whereabouts
of Prudence Place.
That night after dinner Milo fol-
lowed Prudence Place out OF the din
Ing room trembling upon the brink
of brazen adventure.
Miss Place" he said, couldn't we
run out to the movies tonight?"
"why not. Mr.. jerks? Why not?"
Prudence queried.
1t happened just as Milo Jenks had
always known it would happen IL he
ever let himself make leeway with
Prudence Place.
Her hand was trailing in the seat
at her side. and accidentally Miio's
IN xxyit n
remainder Of the play those two
hands were as one.
Milo's original scheme had been to
take Prudence out for the evening, In
the course of which he would seek
advice on how to proceed in the busi-
ness of learning to play golf. He
had heard she played golf at Wei
lesley, and he knew that occasion
ally she went to some public course.
Now the problem that had led to his
interest In golf had become vast be-
yond imagination.
He leaned toward her.
Lets go out" he suggested. She
nodded.
You'll have to let go my hand-so
I can put on my hat"
Milo snatched his hand away. The
semi gloom did not hide the fact
that she was smiling placidly.
"Joye- exclaimed Milo when they
were outside. II remember" he hur-
ried. -four years ago when you came
to the house. knew right then
and there that T." He stammered
and stopped. "Migs-Miss-Prudence
Pace. how many men have asked
you to marry them?"