Evening star., 1925-05-24

had done that day, and do II Quie- -ly
and easily, asking no reward except
his own knowledge that he had done
what he called the sporting thing.
Jimmy wanted to be like that-like
Hugh. He would be like that.
"Ill get my revenge in about three
weeks" Hugh said. I'm going to
coach you to beat Sharp and then let
you enter the Stamford tournament. "
1T can't be done" Jimmy said.
You're better than you think you
are" Hugh told him only you don't
play your best game against me-"
Il know l don't" Jimmy admitted
IT'S what they call a mental hazard
in golf. You'll get over it,
Neither of them said a word for the
rest of that hours drive. But Jimmy s
mind was busy. He thought he had a
long way 70 so to be the kind of man
he wanted to be. He was still think
ing when Hugh swung the roadster
through the gates at Round Hill and
up the drive, and to a sudden jolting
stop to avoid running into a girl on
horseback
"h by, hello. Cynthia!' Hugh said.
W mere did you come from"
Jimmy ceased entirely to think He
Just looked. For years afterward re
could recall every detail of that pic
ture whenever he wished to-and
often when he didn't wish to; often
when he tried not to.
She was he saw, year or two
younger than he waS-a girl straight
and slim and strong. who sat her
horse as If she belonged there; a girl
without hat, in a white blouse and
white cord breecheS. and boots of that
mahogany color good leather takes.
and small silver spurs: girl who
looked straight at you out of sineu.
iarlN clear blue eyes and smiled with
complete, warm friondliness.
Jimmy knew vaguely that he was
being introduced; that he was ac-
knowledging the introduction: that he
must stop staring. He couldn't stop
staring. He stared at the horse. 1t
was beautiful little horse, with a
high arching crest and the veins
standing out on it's neck, and it's dark
coat shining, and it's thin nostrils
quivering. 1t was exactly the kind of
horse for such girl to ride.
Jimmy is staying to tea" Hugh ex-
planned.
80 am l." said Cynthia.
hurry 1t up then. You haven't time
to change"
THEY had tea on a veranda, over
looking a garden with a sundial
and beyond an orchard in which the
branches were still black lines-black
lines in delicate pale green mist of
new bud and leaf. Every time Jimmy
caught himself staring at Cynthia
Wainwright he looked out at the
orchard. He could not talk. He could
only stare and listen. The pitch and
timbre of her voice captivated him
He learned that she had got home
from school that day and that she
was going abroad with her mother in
a month or less to stay a couple of
years. She would be sailing for Paris
about the time he got his diploma
from the Deep Harbor High School
and started out In overalls to learn
his fathers trade by carrying mortar
in a hod. He was thinking how great
the distance was that separated her
world from his when she turned and
asked him whether he was in school
or college.
m just finishing my last year in
the high school," he said.
And where are you going to col
lege?"
Jimmy had an impulse to shock her
by saying, I'm not going to college
I'm going to carry a hod." He was
himself shocked by what he did say.
He said, Il am going down to Yale,
to the Sheffield Scientific School, to
study architecture"
She flashed him a quick, interested
smile.
I've always wanted to be an archi-
tect,' Hugh said. I've been intending
ever since 1 got out of college to pack
up and go to Paris and the Beaux
Arts"
why don't your" Cynthia asked.
Hugh shrugged his shoulders. II
l don't care enough he an
swered. I'm more interested in horses
and tennis" He turned and addressed
Jimmy. My father was a sportsman"
he added.
MY father is a stone mason"
said. I've always wanted to
be a builder
That's the difference" Hugh an
nounced. You'll do something real
something useful-because you've
grown up with the idea. I can't help
my fathers courage. But I
can't say he ever did anything useful,
or expected me to-
Afterward, walking home, Jimmy's
mood alternated between a queer,
nameless despair and an equally queer,
nameleSs happiness. How characteris-
tic it was of Hugh and Cynthia to
make him feel that he had an advan-
tage because his father worked with
his, hands. And yet their view of life
was so different that their words hard
ly meant what the same words meant
to him. They spoke from the point of
view of people who didn't have to do
anything at all. Life asked nothing of
Hugh except that he be d gentleman.
His greatgrandfather had seen to that.
Doing something useful appealed to
Hugh, in certain mood, as a new