Judge — July 10, 1915 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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either to golf or to love—or to both. She wore a very becoming pout as she replied, “If you could only think less of the game! If you would spend more time socially—in- doors, I mean. If you only liked dancing half as well!" *‘Dancing! Breathing vitiated air and absorbing the dust kicked up when you want a bit of refreshment! Not for me! You'll like golf when you strike your game. Here’s your mashie. Let's see you pitch beyond that trap.’’ Elinor topped the ball, which fluttered to the pit. While playing she was either hum- ming a dance tune or practicing a tango step. It took eight before she holed. And so it continued. Her putting was ghastly. She sliced, hooked and foozled. Truly, Harry must have been in love to follow suggestion with suggestion, all unheeded, and to excuse in a tone that could be con- strued as compliment. “Oh, dear!’* she cried upon the final green. ‘‘I'm tired out!"’ Yet she de- scribed a movement of the Opera Tango as they started for home. “I've waited until to-day,"’ said Harry nervously, ‘‘the time you set, you know, to ask if you've made up your mind."* “I'll never learn golf, dear,’’ she replied, ‘‘and what would you do with a wife who couldn't play the game?”” “I'd play enough for us both.” “Then I'd be a golf widow, eh?"’ “That's an exaggeration of the humorists. The weather isn’t al- ways fit. And then there are even- ings. I know we could be happy."’ “*Suppose I should like to dance now and then? I mean while we were engaged.’’ “*What objection could I have to that, even after wc were married, if you didn't demur to golf?’’ “*Well, then—y-e-s!"’ They were crossing a field, near- ing a tall hedge. Sheltered for the moment, ‘‘yes’’ was duly sealed then and there. Elinor counted half a dozen kisses and called a truce. “Will you play to-morrow?"’ asked Harry as they entered the highway. “What time?"’ “I'll drop around at ten on my way."’ They were neighbors, **Look in at the cozy window as you pass. If I'm not in sight, you'll know I've gone to town. I've a lot of shopping I've neg- lected."” Harry would have kissed her again in the open as they parted if an auto hadn’t swung into view. Autos are always rubbering. The next day at ten Harry looked in at the window of the cozy room. Elinor, who had seen him approach, was behind a cur- tain, where she remained. He left witha sigh. As Harry was making his opening drive in a foursome, Elinor was speeding in Char- ley's car toward Recreation Inn. Here she and Charley had a dainty luncheon, Then they danced. And danced. And danced. Here, also, they dined, after which they danced again. “*This is the life, eh?’’ cried Charley on the way back. He was driving at great speed. **We've had a l-o-v-e-l-y time,’’ assented Elinor. **The same program to-morrow?"’ **Not to-morrow. Maybe next day.'’ Charley slowed down for a little tender conversation before reaching Elinor’s neigh- borhood. He gave her a soft glance as he helped her out, and another as he backed and turned his car. He even looked back tenderly when on his way. The next day Elinor took another golf lesson with Harry, and at the hedge was kissed by him. The day following she rode and danced with Charley. And thus it went, Harry steadily be- coming more zealous and expert at golf and Elinor more ardent and clever as a dancer. Charley proposed marriage. A woman's mind is a mystery. Elinor married Harry. Caddte—Der's jes’ one t'ing ‘bout yer drive, boss. Yah oughta git more beef into it comiclooks con