Evening star., 1923-09-30
Golf and a Girl
and a Job

trout have been seen here" returned
Bayard. He looked up. ST suppose
you know as much about trout as you
do about goif?"
Jenks flushed. He knew the stroke
| of fate had fallen. He and Bayand
were simply two men now.
Look in there" He was pointing
toward a Silly backwater under the
opposite bank. There's a fish in
there"
How do you know? Bayard leaned
forward. staring.
"pve--I just know. Any fisherman
would know"
I'm a fisherman" Bayards face
grew soft. THAT is. was. Fished
ever since ! was a boy"
Milo's throat caught.
why did you stop, Mr.. Bayarde'
| he asked at length.
"Oh, various reasons. Bavard
shrugged. Then his eyes narrowed.
"Jenks. you were supposed to know
| something about golf, and
Mr.. Bayard. don't know a thing i.
about golf, and don't want to lnowA
anything. 1 was putting up joke
| on young Rossiter, and the Joke got
| out of hand. But as for fishing"
lie grew rigid, his eyes upon the
/, water. Did you see that, Mr.. Bay-
ard?"
Bayard turned to the brook where
circles were radiating from under
the opposite bank.
"A fsh" His eyes were ablaze.
wait a minute! Here, caddy."
Milo reached into the bag and drew >
forth his canvas case.
"sssh!" Quickly drawing out a rod
and jointing it. he took a hy-hook
from his pocket.
Bayard tiptoed to his side. looking
over his shoulder.
You'd better try silver doctor"I
he whispered excitedly. Lights
softening"
Milo shook his head. Look at the
insects over the water there. No.
Montreal coachman."
"Well--weii. you may be right"
II know I am
n ~
YITTTH deft snap Of the wrist, Milo
shot the fly into the pool with
the accuracy of sharpshooter.
Nothing. He cast again in another
spot.
mot a strike" Bayard reached for
the rod. Let me try. can't cast
half as well as you. but I want the
feel"
Out went the fly. AS It landed the
surface Of the water was broken
by an uprushing trout. which took
the fly so greedily that 1t sprang
clear OF the water.
"Ye gods!" Bayard played the fish.
breathing fervent calculations, step
ping iitheiy along the bank, until at
last he brought the speckled captive
to his feet.
'Ye gods" He smiled beatifcaIIy
as Jenks seized the fish and took it
from the hook.
Wasn't that wonderful, Is there
anything in sport that matches Ash
ing. Jenks?"
Nothing that ] know of, Mr.. Bay
ard. Nothing"
"Jenks, I've done more cursing
since took UP golf. and spoiled more
meals by stewing over bad scores
and things, than ever in my life be-
fore"
''of course" said Jenks, golf is a
great game. But if fishing isn't the
best exercise. why then"
Certainly 1t is, Jenks, certainly it
is" Bayard clashed his hands to-
gether. That fool. Macarthur, my
physician. Is golf crank, That's the1
answer to the life I've been leading"
His voice fell. You see, Milo. Dan
Jessup and I had fished for thirty
years together. Well, Jessup died,
died. and ] stopped fishing. Then I
got gouty, and Macarthur sicked me
onto golf"
He turned upon his companion.
You get something In the woods,
Milo. something you can get nowhere
else"
IT don't suppose. Mr.. Bayard, that
DR.. Macarthur meant you should give
up fishing altogether"
Bayard frowned.
Hang him! can't do two things.
Ho! Look here, my boy. You and
are going to have some fun this
week. Well pack tonight and go up
to place in Canada / know, where.
Well. what's the matterT'c
Nothing, Mr.. Bayard," Jenks re-
piled, except that-well, you know
there's rather an interesting situa-
ton in the bank. I mean Mr.. Pud-
der's successor. / shouldn't wish to
be away while that was being set
tied"
"Humph! I'll settle that right now.
You're his successor, jerks. You're
in line. That's fixed. Anything else
that's bothering you?"
"Well, you see. sir, have just be-
come engaged to be married. and I
was wondering IL you'd think was
warranted in writing TOTO Miss
Prudence Place tonight and advising
her about my promotion"
Certainly you are. But look here.
young fellow, we may have a lot OF
fishing trips in the future. How will
she stand on that2"
"oh, 1 know that will be perfectly
all right. sir"
Good. Jenks, woman that won't ,
stand up and smile when you pack up :
and say, I'm goin' fishing is no
woman to marry"
mo, sir. / mean you're quite right.
SIR" replied Milo Jenks.
Copyright. 1921 !.
Occupations Of Women.