Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-10-19

a jigger for his second shot. 1t de-
manded all his attention.
Aren't those pretty shoes of
NelTs"" Peggy was saying. Il must
ask her where she got en-"
+ Good Lord" said the emperor.
He used jigger and overap-
preached. 1t cost him two strokes
instead of one. And he was angry.
But his anger was confused with
9TH" emotionS-with memories OF
Pegsy's lips and the sound of Peggy's
soft, laughing voice, and the thoughts
of Lucy Briggs. who played golf
silently. efficiently. almost like a man.
He saw her, two holes ahead. going
smoothly along with young Tom
Blaine as her partner. Gussie turned
his back when Peggy drove.
"Oh. dear. I'm afraid it's out of
bounds he heard her say. I'm going
III bet then I'll SO smack on the
green
Try my way said Nell. Il don't
aim at ALL
Gussie gritted his teeth. He wheeled
in silence, and laid into his drive with
a vicious swing. resulting in 4 ire
mendous wallop of 800 yards.
My partner. ladies and gents
Peggy announced with a flourish.
in CURLY.
Why are you so cross. Mr.. En-
peror:" Peggy demanded softly.
I'm not cross" he snapped. But
for Heavens sake, play golf. We
want to get somewhere in this tourna-
ment."
Il didn't know you could be 500
horrid. You are an emperor-tn that
respect" she snapped back with sud-
den spirit.
And I didn't know YOU could be so
silly" he retorted.
Having said SO much. they said
more. And then they said nothing at
all. Peggy's golf grew more and
more terrible. The emperor concen-
trated on his own game, with grim
determination. He reeled off hole
after hole in par. He made miracle
shots which, ordinarily, would have
filled him with citation. But now, as
they met on the green after one of
them. he couldn't help seeing Peggy
red lips, or her hands clasped around
her club. or the soft nape of her neck
as she bent to putt 1t was an I'M
happy afternoon. Cyrus and his
daughter could hal lily be having a
hilarious time, cither.
When the eighteen holes were at
last over, and the scores turned in,
selves second from the bottom. Never
before in his life had he seen his
name at the bottom Of a score board.
He glowered in silence.
Peggy looked at him narrowly, and
at length spoke.
"You don't like to be at the bottom
do you?" she said.
Does anybody he replied.
She laughed. MY word: You men
are such babies. What difference does
it make?"
Its the difference between doing
what you set out to do well, and
doing it badly" said he grimly. You
can't understand that, can you?"
perhaps 1 can" she answered.
If what l set out to do really
mattered."
But happen to think that golf
matters" he said.
Yes. dear old thing, know you
do" she answered, and pouted her
red lips at him. and laughed mock
ingly with her eyes.
The Emperor took an instructive
step toward her, but she slipped
away.
I've been nasty-Tll come tonight
and square myself IL can" he called.
But she shook her head. I'm 60
ing over to a dance in Marlton to-
night
He went back to the board, re-
calling that he hadn't noted who
won the tournament. The names Of
Lucy and Tom stood at the top.
X X K \;
AT the clubhouse, after he had
"A dressed, he saw Lucy, cool and
fresh and sedately virginia.. Glad
you won," he managed.
1T was too easy, with Toms handi-
cap" she answered. "No fight at
all. Did you have a good roundT