Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1931-11-20
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! Make 1t a Fairway
! for Two
ByLEETE STONE

TERRY ENGLISH thought he was
- going to like it-this new freedom
from daily and yearly Job that had
come to him with the legacy from an
almost mythical California uncle.
That was a year ago. His first
thought, naturally for Jerry, had been
of his frall mother. So he spent
slice of the fifty thousand dollars to
buy back the little old New England
homestead where she had been born
and brought up. for her.
He could not leave her there alone
to struggle with a Berkshire winter;
and, though he was able enough, he
hated to hire the typical, fussy "com-
panion," SO they arrived together. and
they stayed there together. Jerry,
who had spent his spare time writing
little stories for several years, now
dreamed Of writing half the time, and
gardening and woodchopping the
other half. gaH 3
His mother basked In the gentle
light of her sons affection for the
next year. Another autumn had come,
with its glorious colorlng respondent
and vivid on the hillside back Of the
tiny farm. With 1t came to Jerry deep
loneliness. He missed the job and
the occasional evening at the the
alter or movie. His mother gave him
a very dear companionship but he
longed for that different companion
ship with his own age. Now that he
could well afford it. he unused rather
bitterly, he had Of his own accord,
placed himself In the backwoOds,
where homes were two miles apart,
and callers SO few as to give the i'm
preston Of living In wilderness.
One morning Jerry rose from his
typewriter and looked out of the win
dow behind at the white birch grove
and semi-circular driveway that lay
In front Of the house. This semi-cir-
cular driveway Of ashes, dirt and
gravel connected on each side, two
country roads which reached out in
parallel form from the state highway
a quarter mile above.
Jerry had the surprise Of his life,
that moment. Emerging from one
country road and turning into his own
driveway, he beheld the trim figure of
young woman riding beautiful sor-
rel horse. Any equestrienne would
have been marvel; but this was a
miracle-the very girl of his dreams.
"She'll go on up to the main road
nnA III IN he
fumed.
The vision turned into his own semi
circle driveway. But doubt still as
sailed him. Sometimes casual passers
used this as a quick cutoff to the
other country road instead Of going
out to the main highway. She was
doing the same, undoubtedly.
Then came his mothers voice from
downstairs.
"A young lady to see you, Jerry"
Jerry could have been bowled over
by feather when that call registered.
''Coming" he replied.
Jerry hurried down to the big
garage door that he kept open during
the day. He had forgotten that he
was wearing old clothes and with
more than a days stubble on his chin
and cheeks, but he remembered these
details when he was greeted by the
visitor. llthesome blond who sat
cross-legged on the turf; one-time
race horse casually munching the al
ready frost-bitten grass.
ssN II. '.
said, amazingly. Mines Jane Du.
game. | heard at the village store
of you. They say you write. 1 just
got home the other day from year
abroad at school, I'm lonely. What
heard about you sounds as If you
were an interesting person. win you
play a round If golf with me this
afternoon"
Jerry but managed reply, of sorts
Holy Gee" he said boyishly, "but
you're good sport. Say, l didn't
know there was golf course within
| 20 miles"
"ren miles-a nine-hole beauty-at
Emslcn," she replied.
That was how it all started. The,
played golf every afternoon for a week
Jane usually beat Jerry by severa
strokes because she had taken lesson.
from professional. But Jerry KEEP
creeping up with just one idea in hi
ronsclousness-to beat Jane decisivel,
before the season ended.
II became an obsession, almost. 70
upon that victory depended his flu
lure, Jerry thought.
| The day finally arrived.
"Don't you think you're the glamor
GUS golf idol, now that you've beatel
me7" Jane inquired.
''rd-I'd like to play around again
And I'd like to have you think Of tn
last fairway as fairway for two
D'you mind?"
Jane looked straight into his eye
aud then dimpled.
Lets slip over to this clump O
pines. rest while and talk 1t over,
she replied.
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