Life — February 5, 1903 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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“Love LAvOMS AT nOLTS AND BARS upand three to play. Her score at the finish was ninety-three. Castleton’s was one hundred and twenty-four, “You've played golf before, haven't yon?" she asked sympathetically. “Never to any extent,” replied Cas- tleton. ‘My time has been too much occupied.’ “Weill,” said his companion, ‘let's go in and get some breakfast. I'm awfully hungry Her cheeks were red as roses, She seemed to walk on air. astleton, on the contrary, was fagged out. He hadn't been used to this sort of thing. Nevertheless, for a man in love, he ate the breakfast of his life. “What shall we do after breakfast? ”’ said Miss Winton to the assembled guests. Golf, bowling and ping-pong were in turn suggested. “ Perhaps you play ping-pong,” said Miss Winton to tleton. His eye brightened. He had passed the ball several nights at the club. Yes, he played ping-pong. In afew moments more, surrounded by a crowd of idle spectators, they began their game. It did not take long to show Castle- ton that he was no match for his opponent. The score was six-two in her favor. He refused to play another set. Chagrined, angry with himself, he withdrew from the company, and walked off down the long lane of * LIP * maples that led away from the entrance. “This will never do!” he said to himself. “T must win that girl some way, but how, when she ‘is evidently determined to beat me at everything? It only makes me love her more than ever, and yet how she must despise me by this time. Bat I'll get her yet, in spite of her superiority !"" He walked back. From out in the tennis court he heard the sound of voices and laughter, and thither he strolled. Miss Winton was playing doubles. “Tl be through in a few moments,”’ she shouted as she saw him coming, “and then we'll play together.”” Castleton smiled back and nodded. “It's evident,” he said to himself, “that she has set her heart on my com- plete defeat. Well, it’s something if she is even interested enough in me to do that.’” The game of tennis went the same way as the horseback riding, golf and ping-pong. Miss Winton won easily. Then came bowling, target practice, tether ball, and, in the evening, pool. It made no difference. This young and beautiful creature, full of life and spirits, superb in her excess of physical strength, had beaten him at every- thing. They met in the lonely hall at mid- night. “You look tired. you going upstairs “Not yet,” he replied. He looked full into her eyes. Then he reached out and took her hand in his. “There is only one game you haven't beaten me at to-day,’ he said. “I shouldn't be able to sleep to-night until we had settled that also. I love she said. ‘Are d dropped on his shoulder. “Yes,” sho replied, “of course.” Castleton didn’t understand it even then. “T cannot believe it,’’ he half whis- pered. “Do you love me just as much as if I had beaten you all day instead of your beating me?” She laughed softly. ‘*More,”’ she said. ‘* Why, that’s the way you won me. Don’t you know that in married life it is ever so much more important that a man should excel in worldly affairs, than that he should know how to play games?” 7. M. A SOLDIER’S VALENTINE, TT was only a square of paper lace Where roses and hearts entwine, And beneath them a loving word or two: Only a valentine. A friv All Forget-me-no| thing, in an eny ‘ered with cooii nd h s, and darts, And little cestatie loves. ‘Twas sent by a girl who kissed it once As she stood in the whirling snow, Where the lights from the corner store through the storm Sent out a hazy glow. But your Uncle Samuel must have guessed, matter what else might wait, That letter must go, post-haste! post- haste! From here to the Golden Gate. For across the river and over the hills And the prairies, on it flew ; comicbooks.com