Evening star., 1923-09-30


bank soon. The salary is $4,000 a,
the start. Now, IL get that posi-,
tion, VIII you marry me. Prudence?'
Il think" she said softly, that you
are wenderfuk to put 1t as you have,
have watched you long. Milo. !
know your character, and I love it,"
She turned upon him quickly. II
love you SO. Milo. that I'm going to
say this: When you feel you wish to
marry me, you just do it--no matter
what your circumstances are"
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INIEXT morning Prudence took Milo
~ up to the public links In Van
Cortlandt Park
You see, Milo" said she, to whom
the man had vouchsafed only a sport
ing motive for his desire TO learn the
game, you take your driver this
way" She assumed the approved
pose.
Milo copied her without a fay; but
his right elbow collided with his
cherubio midrif.
II feared IT," he sighed. Mature
never intended / should play golf.
1
Frightening. why couldn't ! adopt
this style? Holding his body well
back. he swung his arms like a
pendulum and struck the bail fairly
1t went not far, but straight
She shook her head.
That's all very well. But IL isn't
good form. and~it would take you
eighty to make nine holes. Let's try
again"
| At length Milo raised a care-worn
face to his mentor.
! Thank you a lot. dearest girl. But
1t isn't for me-"
! But you'll catch 1t in time"
| 'No-I sha'n't catch II in time, 1t
will be too iate-" Milo checked him
self abruptly II mean 1t is too late
now, to slow up everything trying to
teach me today. Let me just go
along with you, hitting as can"
VERY we'll"
She did nine holes In hfty; and
Milo finished In seventy.
Nine holes will be enough" Pru-
| dence said, sheathing her putter.
Milo. you are going to do finely"
| Milo. dissembled his emotions with
a faint smile "weIl try 1t again
some time. Now let's so. to that
pretty little place we saw, and have
| luncheon"
Monday there was the usual talk
| OF the game over the luncheon table
In the dining room the bank con-
Quoted.
Had a great day at Ardsley."
asserted Rossiter. Went out In
forty-four and came back in forty
Ave"
Rossiters voice was loud, because
the president Of the bank and the
chairman of the board happened to
be at the adjoining table.
Jenks cleared his throat and stared
at the ceiling.
That so, Rossiter? / didn't have
a good day on the links either Satur-
day or Sunday. Don't know what's,
the matter with my game lately"
Phineas Bayard's ferociousiy gilt
tering eyeglasses were turned full
upon Milo.
"say. Jenks"-Rossiter's voice was
increduious-T didn't know you
played"
There's q lot you don't know,
young man. Just because ! don't
strut around and yell about golf In
banking hours'- jerks returned to
his meal with a shrus.
y
A MoNG the employees OF the Firss
"A Federal Bank bearing bags OF
golf clubs the next Saturday morn
ing was Milo Jsnks. There was no
discriminating hint Of newness about
them. Milo had taken good care OF
that.
But" asked Rossiter. whats
these things you have In here? II
mean in the brown cases?"
"Oh-fsh-rods" Milo smiled. you
see, one of the links where I play
has a pretty good trout brook and
sometimes do a little fishing"
At that moment Meachin. the vice
president, came in. Milo had reason
to believe that 1t was this onicer who
would use his influence to have
Rossiter pass him to the cashiers
desk. Didn't know you golfed,
Jenks," said Meachin.
"Oh, after fashion, Mr.. Meachin."
Milo blinked modestly.
Leaving the bank at 1 o'clock, Milo
went to the parcel room of the
Hudson Terminal. drew his collection
Of fsh-rods from the bag. checked
his golfing paraphernalia and went
fishing.
His destination was q trout brook
In the north Jersey hills. But some
how even unusual voracity on the
soul to peace.
Next morning. after breakfast, he
packed his things and took the train
back to the city.
The first person he met in the
hallway was Prudence Place. just
returned from church.
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 morning when Milo ar
rived at the bank a group Of men
about his desk had just finished set
ting up q large white placard, bear
ing the legend:e"Jenks 75-Green 7s."I
"Yeea, Jenks!" Bioxom. the res
ceiving teller. seized him by the
hand.
Bully boy, Jenks." The paying
tellers hand descended upon his
shoulder.
Milo drew himself erect. Il
What's the celebration, gentle-
men" he asked calmly.
"As II you had to ask. Jenks."
Bioxom spread before him news
paper, open at the sporting page.
There was a marked paragraph from
a Ieraev coast resort headed: "JenksI