Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1930-04-24
I'm tote his bag for five gallons of
By Lucille Van Slyke

III tote hlS bag lot live 6auoAAS Ol
gas"
Il know an easier way to earn en-"
suggested Madge Corson. Lets have
a snappy rubber of bridge at a half
while you're waiting for Ronny.'
You're on" agreed Camilla m rang
for a table and cards.
launched on the wall Bobbo watched
them and knew from the narrowing OF
her eyes that Camilla was losing.
Ted came up from the shower room.
looking like a collar ad. He had had
a long cool drink that wasn't lemonade
and he began to talk noisily about
the airplane firm he was going in with
in the fall whose capital had SO many
naughts to it that Bobbo felt dizzy.
It was about that moment that Bob
DO began to count straight. Perhaps
because even behind the orange glasses
he caught the lifted eyebrows and
shrugs of the wise bystanders. Round
and round in his going-on-twelve mind
things added themselves, bits of detail
began to make a horTid sum. Things
the grocery man said, things the doc
tor said, things Camilla said, things
Ronny said and Camilla's look when
she wouldn't take that FLYER that Ted
had borrowed.
"Migosh,' his thought whirled to the
hateful total, Ted doesn't bring home
any bacon and Daddy Hearn is dead
and-and Camilla is bust" the truth
made his tummy feel queer. He stared
at Camilla, frowning at a new hand;
to Ronny, standing behind her with
a Entertaining look in his keen eyes,
and in that moment BObbO knew as
though it were printed in the heavens
that some queer, indefinite menace was
lowering over his adored Camilla.
Something she hated and feared.
Don't whimper," he told himself, 'or
|-I1l-throw you into that caddy cage!"
He walked slowly across the peb-
bled path that led to the caddy house.
The caddy master was sitting in his
little coop smoking a cigaret. His
leering eyes Knocked a Tuning little
bald-headed man who was demanding
a caddy.
None in yet" he drawled. And
them two foursomes is ahead of yuh
anyhow, sir" The sir the way he
Kissed it was an insult.
to the Tuning little bald-headed mar
dllQ odAQ Ill q S4uCdhy NOlCC.
"Caddy, sir?"
The caddy master said he couldn't
allow that.
He hain't registered, this kid hain't
and we gotta be careful on account
of balls being stole"
The bald-headed man snorted.
Organized brigandry," he growled
sis worse than amateur. If / wish tc
engage this boy you can't stop me
Anyway he looks all right. Ever cad
died?" he roared at Bobbo.
'Yessir," quaked Bobbo, Il caddy
for a lady 1t sounded too silly
to say that he caddied for Camilla.
The bag was heavier than he though,
it would be. Camilla used an old can
vas one and prided herself on what
she could do with four clubs. But this
old bird had seventeen clubs in 6
thick leather bag.
And he was a punk golfer. The only
comfort was that he didn't often senG
his ball too far for Bobbo's measlt
weakened eyes to follow. On and or
they went, plodding around the SUM-
baked and at every hole SOM
caddy eyed Bobbo menacingly.
The little old bald man was blissfully
unaware of them. He had started out
alone, but presently he threw his lo'
with a twosome for whom the lanky
caddy was carrying double and ther
the shooting did begin!
The little old man didn't know why
he was SO happy, but he just was. Hi
hummed, he chortled, he kidded his
opponents and began to make the low
est score he'd ever made in his life.
Because trudging along beside hin
was a scared, respectful, skinny little
lad who kept his eyes on the ball anc
said nothing. An unobtrusive small
boy who had the proper club waiting
each time. A boy who was there wher
he was needed and invisible when hi
wasn't wanted. A little boy who achet
from head to foot, who Was drencheC
with perspiration and whose eyes ha(
queer wavering things jumping up il
front of the orange glasses. A littl,
boy who, when he went to help fine
the ball the other caddy couldn't find
came upon twenty-odd balls cached il
a hole by the stone wall at the sid,
of the sixteenth fairway.
Shut your mouth" Missed the lank,
caddy, dropping two nor balls there
But the little old bald man saw hin
do it and roared blaSphemous thing
and commanded BobbO to take all tn
balls in his cap and come on.
Organized ~brigandry!" he growleo
And you and l caught EN- at it.
shall see the greens committee abou
this"
The lanky caddy under his breatl
Kissed, you keep your mouth shut,
kid, or you'll get hell"
On and on they went until at las
through some miracle they reached tn
eighteenth hole and Bobbo stood witt
his sweaty, grimy hand clutching tn
flag and watched the little old ball
mar concede a four-foot putt to him
self.
Very good" said the little old ball
man and signed a caddy card that wa
unauthorized because it had no officia
stamp. Then he slipped fifty cents int
Bobbo's surprised hand.
Please" Stammered BObbo, +"