Evening star., 1931-05-31

for the first time in their lives.
They saw her at the same moment
-slim graceful; brown hat brown skirt brown
stockings, brown shoes. What was the betting
on brown hair brown eyes and a brown-that
is. mellew outlook? She was away below in
the valley between q high-perched tee and q
Rreen cooked UP on the HILL 400 yards away.
Her mashie flashed in the sun OF that IN
spring morning with the sweet odor OF apple
blossom in the air. Her style was Bobbie Jones,
and what was altogether different thing, her
stroke was Bobbie, too.
Any one would have been right about those
four men, because they were looking for the
first time at a woman who had dared to tres
pass on the nine-hole golf course which
formed the chief attraction of their equal
property. Never before had a human creature
Of the feminine species set foot on that mascu-
line preserve. The cottage on the hill and ats
numerous acres had been selected after wide
and lengthy search. Golf maniacS, ii you will,
their intention in buying 1t was to achieve
a gorgeous freedom, and they had spent more
money than they could afford in perfecting
this privacy. At the sight Of this brown
creature then, they were shattered and un-
strung But when Knox went up to her, pre-
paratory to a short, blunt statement OF the
facts, the other three sent on Marconigrams
to let her lightly down. She was so enchant-
ingly brown so, in fact, hazel; straight eye
brows, long lashes, large guileless eyes, sensi-
tive virginia. mouth and skin like apple
blossoms; so friendly and so expectsnt OF
friendship. so feminine and therefore so conf
dent of chivalry from men.
~ HOPE you like our course, said Knox,
"and will use it every day We can only
put in week ends. The little Scotsman who
looks after the greens hits decent ball. and
I'll tell him to hold himself at your disposal At
oil times"
H. vaiv ~ hat frarVHA
cut to be . bloodless revolution-Eves COM
plete possession Of the not only hitherto ser
pentleSs Eden, but one in which the appleish
temptation had never cropped up
Pessimists win take it for granted thst
before o month had gone the serpent that
follows woman-wherever men are gathered
played havoc with the fine relations that
existed between Knox and his friends. Even
idealists will hardly believe that the rivalry to
play with Hazel, and the desire to sit at her
feet in front Of the cottage fire, had not al
ready injected the poison Of jealousy into their
normal blood. With emotion and triumph the
truth must be told that pessimists and ideal
lists both were wrong IN this case. The infiu-
exce Of the brown girl, with her mellow OUT
look, raised these men to their highest level,
especially when they discovered that she was
parentless and brotherless, unmarried and un-
protected, that she had found her way TO that
exquisite corner for q long holiday. Whether
they didn't ask, nor were they ever told. They
accepted her on her face value, pinned their
faith to her, swore by her and set her on
stand. It was frankly confessed by each man
that he was madly in love, but unanimously
agreed that each would play the game as
friends and men Of honor, the proposer to be
the man to whom she should show eventually
q marked preference. And so the cottage was
no longer . lodging; 1t was home and all was
well.
Until the fourth Sunday night when Hazel
rose to go. and having been escorted to her
lodgings in the village said Goodnight" and
added, please don't ask any questions, but
I'm going away tomorrow for at least two
weeks. But 7 shall count every hour to our
next merry meeting and miss you very much.
love this place and shall leave the best part
Of me here" There was . little catch in her
voice as she went up the path between the
sleeping pansies, opened the door and was
gone, ..,.--rt -
The Sunday night routine was bed at 10
O'Clock and then ffty-mile drive in the
morning to the city for o hard weeks work.
Always the first to start moving, Knox began
clearing the table and picked up novel which
Hazel had been reading and had forgotten to
take away. letter that marked her place
fell out and on the back Of the opened en-
&elope he saw the printed words, "Dr. w. D.
Hutchinson. London Hospital" and q needle
pAded with the hot thread Of anxiety ran
nRoUsh his heart Was Hazel deserting Eden
eEdef TO consult this man about her health?
- e0Nld GIRL be IN who had played SO holes