Judge — November 7, 1914 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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at Angelica. ‘‘Isn’t that the worst you ever saw?”’ The third drive showed considerable lack of confidence on the part of the driver. The bewil- dered ball came im- potently to earth, dashed wildly about the top of a small knoll, and finally j snuggled closely up ey “ to an old rail fence ‘cw & which formed one of the sportiest haz- ards of the grounds. The judge spoke to the fence in ve- hement tones, an odd custom he had when the fever of the game was upon him. “So you're there again, are you? I'm going to speak to the board of directors at the very next meeting and have you removed! Ponds and ditches and bunkers are all right, but no respectable golf grounds would stand for a rail fence!’” FOOLISH QUESTION ‘Herbert said he would come out She—Is it a secret society ? for me this afternoon, father, after He—No. Didn't I tell you there were women in it? we finish the round,’’ mentioned An- gelica demurely. “Herbert is going to try his first case “Now, oh! Now, oh!’’ crooned the “Ican't bother about Herbert now!" next Tuesday.”* judge, leaning weakly against the fence. snapped the judge, lunging viciously with The judge looked at his daughter and “Perhaps you can get at it better from his mid-iron. The ball, rising toa gener- then at the ball. this side,”’ suggested Angelica, stepping ous accompaniment of loose sand, struck “Is he?’’ he cried, with arageful snort. through an aperture in the fence. the top rail and bounded back again. Simultaneously the remark he let fly “Yes, I might, dear. I might! Some “Oh! Oh! I am most marvelously a second time with the mid-iron. The people could get the ball from there very bad to-day! I shouldn’t have tried with ball, instead of rising, dug down under easily—but I don’t think I will.’’ that club!’’ the lower rail, But the ball finally became dislodged, and the fourth hole was eventually achieved. The next drive was a poor one, al- most as bad as the judge said it was. As her father’s choler rose, Angel- ica gained in good nature. She chat- tered continually of Herbert, exactly as though her father had not forbidden her to think of marriage for two whole years. But Angelica was very sure of herself for one so young and inex- perienced, Two ditches between the fifth and sixth holes ran the score up painfully. The judge was now a limp rag of aman and almost tottered as he prepared for the next drive. This was the fatal seventh, It was here that Angelica usually realized her heart’s desires, She had got & new hat on the slope of a small hill to the left and a ball gown down by the bunker. At the right was a deep and treach- BETWEEN FRIENDS erous gully, with a small stream run- Mrs. Gaily—That horrid Mrs, Weatherby even hinted that I am indebted to the druggist for my complexion, ning through it. Angelica prayed for Mrs. Fairly—The mean thing! 1 know positively that you always pay cash. the gully. She felt sorry for her sire,