Life — October 17, 1901 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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there’s no one else out except you. Say, what's your score?" Tinkerton turned red. ‘ Rotten!” he said. He took George aside. “It was the high ball that did it,’’ he whispered. George looked at the card. “ Hello!” he said, “why, you're eighty-nine. It's a tie!” There was a hubbub. “Play it over!"’ “ Toss up a cent!’ and other suggestions were heard. At the end she came forward, and they faced each other. “It's your game,”’ he said, quietly. “Not at all,’’ she demurred. “ Why should it be?”” “Play out one hole if you want to,” said George, “with a handicap, of course. That'll settle it.”” Tinkerton only smiled. game,” he repeated. “But why?” she asked. He looked her in the eye. ‘My score doesn’t count,” he said. ‘It’s one of the rales that a player in a match game shall have his score kept by some one else.” “It’s your ‘LIFE * “And you ?"' she queried. “T was alone—as you know,” he replied. I don't care,” she exclaimed, her old impulsiveness rising up. ‘I shan’t accept the prize—I don’t think it's fair. Just becanse—" The captain of the Greens Committee came up. “If you will allow me,” he said, “I would suggest that you both play over one hole, and decide the matter in that way. It ¢* a rule that the scores in a match game should be kept by some one else beside the player, but I think in this case we all know that Tinkerton is perfectly square. What do you say, Miss Gillson?” She smiled back. ‘+I am perfectly willing,” she said, “if it is agreeable to Mr. Tinkerton.”” It was a supreme moment. Tinker- ton felt that he had the situation well in hand. He looked at his watch, “Pardon me,” he said, somewhat hurriedly, ‘but I must go. My young brother fell off a wheel this morning and broke his arm, and I promised to be back in two hours. I ‘She turned and faced btm. 309 shouldn't have come at all if I had not had an engagement."” He turned to her. “ Bat tnough I must ran along,’ he said, ‘if agreeable to you, I will select a substitute to decide the matter. Howard, will you take my place, and decide this important matter?"” “Why, certainly, old man,” said Howard. Tinkerton bowed. “* Good afternoon,” he said. She said nothing. There was noth- ing to say. . . * MINKERTON’S younger brother sat up in bed, with three feet of shingle on one arm, and rings under his eyes. Tinkerton had been reading to him for half an hour, ‘ What horrible stuff they do put out nowa- days,”’ he said, throwing the book down. ‘Say, Jimmy, you'll be more careful next time, I guess, when you try to play horse with a trolle “You bet I will,” said Jimmy, feebly. There was a knock. “Come in,"’ said Tinkerton. She came in. ‘*They told me,” she said, ** to come right up — that you were reading to Jimmy. You poor boy. I'm so sorry."” She went over and put anarm around him. He was only fourteen. Tinkerton offered her a chair. turned and faced him. “Well,” he said, slowly, “who won?'’ There was a ring in his voice. It meant more than the game. She put her hand forward instinc- tively to meet his. “You did,” she said. Tom Masson, Liberty. NE day the Anglo-Saxons came “We bring you the blessings of liberty,’ said these. “Your price?" asked the natives. “Your territory,” said the Anglo- Saxons. “Dirt cheap,” said tho natives. “Only a limited amount to a cus- tomer at this price, of course," said the Anglo-Saxons. “Of course,” said the natives, for it ill beseemed them to haggle. Sho comicbooks.com