Evening star., 1923-07-01

"A million, / should imagine"
"But you've forgotten them. eh?"
said the young man satirically.
"On the contrary" said the oldest
member. LAS typical instance
will select the story OF Rollo Pod
marsh" He settled himself comfort
ably in his chair. This Rollo Pod
marsh"
mo, / say" protested the young
man. looking at his watch.
"This Rollo Podmarsh--"
"Yes. but"
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n>HIS Rollo Podmarsh tsaid the
oldest member) was the only
son of his mother, and she was a
widow. He had permitted his parent
to coddle him ever since he had been
In the nursery: and now. in his
twenty-eighth year. he invariably
wore flannel next his skin, changed
his shoes the moment they got wet.
ana-from September to May, fnclu-
eise-never went to bed without par
aking of a bowl of hot arrowroot.
But Rollo Podmarsh was a golfer,
Ind consequently pure gold at heart.
arri in his hour of crisis all the good
d him came to the surface.
Mary Kent was the daughter of an
cid school friend of Mrs. Podmarsh.
and she had come to spend the
autumn and winter with her while
her parents were abroad. The scheme
had never looked particularly good
to Mary, and after ten minutes OF her
hostess on the subject of Rollo she
was beginning to weave dreams Of
knotted sheets and a swift getaway
through the bedroom window In the
dark of the night.
HE is a strict teetotaller." said
Mrs. Podmarsh.
Really"
"And has never smoked in his life"
"Fancy that"
But here is the dear boy now"
said Mrs. Podmarsh fondly.
Down the road toward them was
coming a tall, well-knit figure In
Norfolk coat and gray flannel
trousers. Over his broad shoulders
was suspended a bag of golf clubs.
rs that Mr.. Podmarshg exclaimed
Mary.
She was surprised. After all she
had been listening to about the ar
rowroot and the flannel next the
skin and the rest of it, she had been
expecting to meet small. slender
young man with an eyebrow mus
tache and pince-nez, but this person
approaching might have stepped out
Of Jack Dempsey's training camp.
Does he play golf?" asked Mary,
herself an enthusiast.
"Oh, yes" said Mrs. Podmarsh.
'Rollo is exceedingly good at golf.
He scores more than a hundred and
twenty every time, while Mr.. Jenkin-
son, who is supposed to be one of the
best players in the club. seldom man
ages to reach eighty. But Rollo Is
very modest. and you would never
guess he was SO skillful unless you
were told. Well, Rollo, darling, did
you have nice game? You didn't get
your feet wet, ] hope? This is Mary
Kent, dear"
Rollo Podmarsh shook hands with
dizzy feeling which had come over
him at the sight of her suddenly be-
came increased a thousandfold. Rollo
Podmarsh was in love at first sight.
Mrs. Podmarsh. having enfolded her
son in a vehement embrace, drew
back with a startled exclamation
shifting:
"Rollo"' she cried you smell Of
tobacco smoke"
Rollo looked embarrassed
well, the fact is, mother"
A hard protuberance in his coat
pocket attracted Mrs. Podmarsh's no.
tice. She .swooped and drew out a
big-bowled pipe.
"Rollo!' she exclaimed. aghast.
well. the fact is, mother"
Don't you know" cried Mrs. Pod
marsh, that smoking is poisonous
and injurious to healthT'
"Yes. But the fact is. MOTHER
"It. causes nervous dyspepsia, sleep.
1essness, gnawing OF the stomach.
headache, weak eyes, red spots on the
skin, throat irritation, asthma, bron-
ctitis. heart failure, lung trouble,
catarrh, melancholy. neurasthenia,
loss Of memory. impaired willpower,
rheumatism, lumbago, sciatica, neuri-
tbs, heartburn. torpid liver. loss Of
appetite, enervation. lassitude. lack Of
ambition and falling out of hair
W>A know, mother. But tho fact
Il. Ted Ray smokes all the time he's
playing, and I thought 1t might i'm
prove my game"
And It was at these splendid worde
that Mary Kent felt for the first
time that something might be made OF
Rollo Podmarsh. There was. she con-
sidered, the right stuff in Roflo. And
II. a. seemed probable from his
mothere conversation, It would take
. BIT Of digging to bring up. we'll
she'iiked rescue work and had plenty