Judge — January 8, 1916 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE'S STAY-AT-HOME GOLF LINKS FOR BEGINNERS Insures privacy, provides the appropriate surrounding and atmosphere, and will last indefinitely. “No. But she saw you at the dog show the other day. She wants to meet you. I want you to marry her.” Hardynge looked at Flint incredulously. = a “You're spoofing.” “Not a spoof. As I say, I’m blunt and to the point. I'll put the case ina nutshell. She’s my sister. I'ma bach- clor. She's a maid Not a giddy, simpering young thing, though she’s younger than lam. She's no dazzling beauty, but I’ve heard that plain women are very affectionate. We've lived together for years. We're the only ones left. To be honest, I want to get married myself, though I’m old enough to know better. And I want to see her pily settled first. I’ve got more money than you ever dreamed of having. You have name—social standing—and even it up. You've reached a point where you've got to do something. If this thing goes, I'll make you vice-president of the Continental Cattle Company at any amount a year you suggest—any amount in reason. That'll be a sinccure, but it'll give you a commercial standing. And I'll settle a million on her. I promised I’d bring you up and introduce you to-day. She’s at the Hotel Delmont.” “But isn’t this a bit . . “Cold-blooded, you think? It’s business. With a possible back- ground of sentiment. Bully combination, if it works. She's crazy to see you—the first man I ever knew her to be interested in.” At the Hotel Delmont Hardynge was ushered with Flint into a rich apartment. It was near the dinner hour. Arabella Flint, fresh from the hands of experts who knew their business, didn’t look a day over thirty-eight. She lighted up attractively. Hardynge, when he came to think of it, was thirty-five himself. When he took Ara- hella’s outstretched hand she fluttered, and those who had attended to her complexion had not made a blush impossible. Hardynge was prevailed upon to dine with the Flints. Ara- bella, who had shown a discreet reserve, modified the austere formality of hotel service with a felicitous air of domesticity. Flint’s motor took the guest back to the Club, where the unusual dignity of his conveyance was lost in the confusion of cars. And the waiter who served Hardynge repeatedly during the even- ing alone came near enough to him to note that his look of worry had been replaced by a smile. Censoring Tennyson “Cannon to the left of them, cannon to the right of them, cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered.” So quoted the enthusiastic war correspondent sor cut out this passage. “Can't be giving away the positions of our artillery,” com mented he sagely. But the cen- Protection Madge—If you're angry with Charlie, how are you going to get square by accompanying him on a sleigh ride? Marjorie—I'm going to wear a veil. The Worm Turns “How much are your four dollar shoes?” asked the smart one. “Two dollars a foot,” replied the salesman, wearily. comicbooks.com