The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-06-28

xOuQ OuBut bO oay WAo1 JOu mean" said the boy severely. His thought returned to the erring Wilfrid and he added pensively: And I've got 10 bucks on him" "You've got what?"
 "Say.' demanded the youngster. 'are you deaf or something? l said I bet 10 bucks on Wilfrid to win the match
 "Oh! What did you do that for?"
 "When they first started" ex- plained the boy, "Wilfrid looked better to me. But now"-he shook his head sadly - Ines gone rot ten"
 And you think you may lose your 10 bucks?"
 The boy nodded. That's what I'm afraid of."
 Who are you betting with?' asked Roy suddenly.
 Baskerville. He gave me my choice. And" he bit his lip III modification - "like sap, l took Wilfrid."
 well, if it were T. said Roy q wouldn't know which l hac bet on. can't tell 'em apart"
 The boy scoffed. "Aw, that's 2 cinch. Wilfrid's got a mole or the third finger of his right hand That's how you do it."
 q see," said Roy, filing the m' formation carefully.
 What I want to know is," saic the boy, looking at Roy accus- ingly, what was he talking to you about?"
 "Oh! About course of instruc- tions in the fascinating game ol golf"
 "You mean lessons?"
 something like that. But Roy shook his head -"there isn't time to do much. I guess you might as well kiss your 10 bucks goodby."
 "Gosh,' said the lad, in alarm q can't do that"
 "No? Whats 10 bucks to g financier like you?"
 "The thing is, Billy said pa tiently, "I haven't got 10 bucks Roy considered. "H'm Thai looks bad. oYu oughtn't to bel without having the money"
 Billy shrugged. The ethical ap' peal made no headway with him T saw a good chance to get 10 But - well, guess I got fooled that's all"
 of course, though, Wilfrie hasn't lost yet"
 "No," said the boy. But he! fixing to. And how"
 Roy took out a cigaret. There's one way you could wir sure" he said, surprised at the de. pravity of his own brain. That is if Ron didn't show up for the match. If he forfeited, you know Didn't play"
 Billy's ears perked up. But after a moment of silence, he shook his head hopelessly. Hell play, all right. I can't stop him.
 "No," said Roy carefully. But together we might
 How do you mean?" asked Billy.
 "Oh, I haven't thought out the details yet. It simply occurred te me that would be one way to save you from - from national dis grace"
 Well, what do you want mt to do?" Billy demanded.
 Nothing yet. But if think o1 something, are you game to helr out?"
 Am I? I should hope to tell you"
 Well then, not a word to any body. Just stand by and be ready to rally round, that's all. Now I've got to go. I'm staying over the garage, you know"
 "You don't have to tell me, said Billy. T know all about it. He stopped, then added darkly T know everything that goes or around here."
 "IIl bet you do," said Roy Well, so long, partner. I'll be thinking"
 Billy scampered off and for the second time Roy started for the garage. But for the second time he was marked for interruption The figure of MT. J. Pemberton Canning was advancing toward him across the lawn. MT. Gan ming had exchanged the gray blanket for a blue flannel coat and dark trousers. He walked spring fly, purposefully.
 "Ah, there you are, Herring, he called. Been looking all over the place for you. Come and see some artists representations o1 glyptodons that just came from New York"
 Delighted, sir" said Roy, won-