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tho pocket of her rival's caddte-bag, and saw reposing thereto, like eggs in a nest, six brand new golf balls which, on the night before, Geraldine had placed there for the coming event of the season, For to- day was indeed to be a great day on the Sparrowhawk links, It was the day of the ladies’ tournament, and the young million- aire and champion golf player, Porcy Put- torclock, the biggest catch of the season, was to grace the affair with his presence. His attentions had heretofore been equally distributed betwoon the two fair claimants for bis hand and pocketbook, and Flossy Greonbunker felt that tho fateful day had come when his decision would be made, and sho was determined that before the day was over Geraldine Lofterputt should stand discredited in his eyes. Carefully removing the new and glistening balls, she placed in their atead six others, which, although they appeared spotless, the practiced eyo of any golf player would seo at once had been romade. “There!” sho muttered to herself, us she turned to mount her SIR ARTHUR EULLIVAN. REAT is youth! Great is the hope and confidence of light- footed youth. Now is Alma Mater sending forth into the world her annual crop of future presidents and millionaires, of judges, generals, admirals and world-renowned poets. Let the good work continue! For hope is cheap and the world is wide. And life without hope is as a balloon without gas. wheel, “those balls aro as soft as pincushions, and she won't dis- cover it until too late to make tho cbange, I sball win the day, and Percy Puttercleek will be mine.” Tho great day was over. It was as yet carly dusk on tho Sparrowhawk links, and bebind a deserted bunker were two figures, wrapped in a close and loving embrace. And aa Percy Puttercleek clasped tho yielding form of Geraldine Lofterputt to his heart, he murmured gently : “Decrest, what matters it if you didn’t win? Avy girl who has the moral courage and economical instinct to use made-over golf balls will make just the kind of a wife I have been looking for.” Tom Masson, THE FAMOUS TWO-PACED BIRD, KNOWN AL80 as “THE RUSLAN DOTBLE EAGLE.” IN BIS GREAT ‘ROLE OF “THE WHITE DOVE OF PEACE” AND “THE BLACK EAGLE OF Wan.”