Hyder weekly herald., 1931-12-26
Make It a Pathway
 for Two
By LEETE STONE

from daily and yearly job that had come to him with the legacy from an almost mythical California uncle. That was year ago. His first thought, naturally for Jerry had been of his frail mother. So he spent a 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 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 woodchopplng the other half.
 His mother basked in the gentle light of her sons affection for the next year. Another autumn had come, with its glorious coloring resplendent 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 ater or movie. His mother gave him 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 im- pression of living in a 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 q 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 a young woman riding a beautiful sor- rel horse. Any equestrienne would have been a marvel; but this was miracle-the very girl of his dreams
 Shell go on up to the main road and I'll never see her again." he fumed
 The vision turned into his own semi. circle driveway. But doubt still as. sailed him. Sometimes casual passers used this as 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! 7"
 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 days stubble on his chin and cheeks. but he remembered these details when he was greeted by the visitor, a lithesome blond who sat cross-legged on the turf; one-time race horse casually munching the al- ready frost-bitten grass.
 Your names Jerry English" she said amazingly. Mines Jane Du- game. l heard at the village store of you. They say you write. I just got home the other day from a year abroad at school. Pm lonely. What heard about you sounds as if you were an interesting person. Will you play round of golf with me this afternoon?'
 Jerry but managed a reply, of sorts. Holy Gee" he said boyishly, but you're a good sport. Say, didn't know there was a golf course within 50 miles,"
 Ten miles-a nine-hole beauty-at she replied.
 That was how it all started. They played golf every afternoon for week. lane usually beat Jerry by several strokes because she had taken lessons from a professional. But Jerry kept up with just one idea in his beat Jane decislvely before the season ended.
 It became an obsession, almost, for upon that victory depended his fu- -ure. Jerry thought.
 The day finally arrived.
 Don't you think you're the glamor- ous golf idol, now that you've beaten me?' Jane inquired.
 'Fd-Td like to play around again. And I'd like to have you think of the last fairway as fairway for two. D'you mind?'
 Jane looked straight into his eyes and then dimpled.
 Let's slip over to this clump of pines, rest while and talk 1t over," she replied.
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