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"He's an excellent chauffeur i" said Mrs. Canning. T shouldn't like to lose him."
 There isn't a chance" Roy as- sured her. Hes very happy"
 "Well, I must go in. The night air doesn't agree with me. Good evening, MT. Herring. Are you staying or driving ." At this point she began to cough. "Heav- ems! I must get out of this air. Good nightp She bumped her way back along the veranda, leaving Royalton Augustus de- voutly thanking his Maker for having created night air.
 Poor Mother" said Barbara. She's got touch of asthma. But you-you're really a very swell liar"
 "What?" said Roy. You dare to call Pyncheon-Herring liar? Women have died for less than that"
 T nearly did die," Babs said. q wanted to laugh and couldn't. l thought I'd burst"
 William" said Royalton Angus tus Herring, looking up at the tree, do you see what I see?"
 "You mean that thing?" asked Master Billy Canning, pointing.
 T do, indeed"
 "Well, what about it?" de- manded Billy, a lad who liked to get at the heart of things.
 William, have an idea. Really it's more than an idea. It's stupen- dous and colossal. You might even call it a Conception, a Vision"
 "Aw, nuts," Bill said, unawed 'Talk straight can't you?"
 T am talking straight" saio Roy. Moreover, I'm thinking straight. The trouble with you William, is that you're a restless man. You belong to the race Bot Service used to talk about. You know, the ones who won't stay still. You crave action. You plunge William, needless, unseeing
 Hey" interrupted the young ster, aggrievedly. You think got time to stand here listening tc banana oil like this?"
 There you go," said Roy. Cant jet a dreamer savor his dream Suppose I told you that that thing up there might be the means o1 saving you some embarrassment tomorrow"
 You mean, put Ron out of the match?"
 Roy made deprecating gesture
 "Finesse, William" he said, "is not one of your strong points. Gull tivate subtlety, my boy. Learn tc mask the emotions. By the way, is there a ladder in this bailiwick?"
 Now you're talking" Billy said approvingly. Sure there is. I'll hold the end of it for you"
 Not yet, my lad, not yet" said Roy. Later, William, when shad- ows fall"
 "You're as slow about things complained Billy, "as molasses in January"
 Roy sauntered away across the lawn. All that long day before the match he had been busy and he was not altogether easy in his mind Suppose, horrible thought, but sup pose that his carefully planned strategy went on the rocks! There would then be nothing for it but to stand by and watch either Ronald or Wilfrid carry off the prize. h. voluntarily he shuddered. The thought of one of those bullet-head- ed golf goofs thus arising to the top of the world and himself cast to the nadir was too much. He col lapsed upon a bench and put his head in his hands. Fixing his eyes moodily upon a weed, he concen- trated. How to guard against fail- ure? How to insure success? In the midst of his breeding the weed sud- denly disappeared, covered by black suede slipper Roy started up.
 Calm yourself" said Barbara "Its only I. Why, Roy, you look positively miserable"
 T am," he said. "I'm worried"