Evening Star Newspaper, August 28, 1921, Page 54

i THE PLAYBO BY HUGH MacNAIR KAHLER. Tlustrated by ¢. D. BATCHELOR. Two Absorbing Games and a Worth-while Girl. - I ACROSS the slab of mahogany Ed- die Penfold saw himself reflecied in the face of his brother Jim. The fifteen years which separated them seemed suddenly to be insignificant. Jim, pink and soft and contented, stood for a moment as a future por- trait of Eddie. . “As the direct result of the present selling agreement, therefore, the speculative element of our manufac- turing problem has been practically eliminated. Aside from the saving of all selling expense, the cost of actual manufacture has thus been re- duced by twelve and seven-tenths per cent.” E McVey seemed o relish the words, to release them with a sort of affec tionate reluctance. Eddle listened absently. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. Barely two—aund the train left at three=ihirty. He interrupted McVey's statistics brusquely, addressing Jim with a touch of defiance in eye and tone. “Sorry to disturb the meeting, but T've got to duck. You don’t need me, anyway. He got eagerly to his feet as he spoke. Jim wouldn't bother him in front of the others. he depression of the office dropped from his thought as abruptly as the plant itself disappeared from his vision. His mind was happily in the future, Intent on the problem of beat- ing Sam Wainwright or Rolin Treg- ler, or both, in spite of a winter’s de- nial of practice. Eddie Penfold had already ceased to be secretary of the Penfold Manufacturing Company. ‘Without shame or-regret he was once more himself. s “Nothing but a playboy! Jim had applied the term during their last difference. Somehow it had stung then. And yet, as Eddie found old Christian waiting in the Terminal with his baggage and clubs, his con- science refused to attack him on the score of this relapse. 4 “Playboy, eh? Well, I guess Jim's right. But what of it?” He nodded a response to his name, smiling mechanically at the man who gnized him as he hesitated in the aisle of the club-car. He had no recollection of the face, but that meant nothing. He was on the point of going forward to his half-section when the other gestured toward the vacant chair at his side and spoke again. “Sit down here, won't you? The form and tone of the invitation pleased Eddie dimly. There was a sort of shyness about it, a half-revealed eagerness for his company which, in this man, became almost pathetic. He was little and wispy and old. and his eyes were wistful, like a child’ Eddie classified him easily; a 40-handicap en- thusiast, southward bound for a week or two of winter golf. Eddle grinned and dropped into the chair, declining a thin, wicked-looking cigar. “Going down to Cedarcres! 8 “Thought I would,” They always be- gan like that. 1 sup- I Morse even remotely connected with it, or the whole steamship industry without Fulton's great-grandson at the top of it, when they watch us achieve one industrial miracle after another aud never impress a personality on its development, one can't blame them for assuming that the money was all we wanted. Do you see now?* * X ¥ ¥ €20 on.” He was still mystified, ex- cept for the single enlighten- nent as to her topic. She wasn't talk- ing about golf. “That's what T meant about jyour brother,” she pursued. ! both taken up the work where your father left i It was really Eben Penfold wh ade the motor age pos- sibl In a way he was just as much {of a pioneer as the men who tamed i the forests and plains when the conti- nent was new. And there’s some- ! thing—something fine and_splendia about his sons carrying on his work, as you two are doing. There's more man. felt, to justify her friendliness by some- thing spectacular, impressive. At dinner Uncle Arthu's reminiscent chatter gave place quickly to a silence clearly pensive. Eddie found the old man's eyes studying him with a deliber- ate, neutral inspection which made him uneasy. Winifred, riding her hobby, took no notice of her uncle’s unwonted quietude. But Eddie saw a quick flush rise in her face when the older man ex- cused himself as they reached th “I guess you two youngslers along without me, can’'t you? 1 fix up a match for tomorrow—- He shuffled away, chucklirg. Wini- fred dismissed Eddie abruptly on plea of letters. He connected this with the innuendo of Uncle Arthur's undiplo- matic excuse. But, as he thought it over, he warmed toward that gentle- man. an ally there. He wandered over to the corner where Uncle Arthur had es- tablished himself. “We're all counting on yoy to win the medal rounds, anyway,” said the old “Get a good night's sleep.” He felt reassuringly confident of | mustn't Ke Uncle Arthur wal need plenty of sle: ood nignt."" 4 Eddle was angr: Hsmissal. m talking about was just a means profits. P like playing poker Ing an empty ic made People got the ¢ he decided. an end in itself, means. it, too, as Jim did. a ma Penfold W4 ) . AN S .//;w after golf,” she agreed sweetly. p you—it's quite late and something to get it. or ran a pawnshop or But when v Business instead of merel No doubt some of them enjoyed more than an: ad no desire to preach the su- Heperior merits of golf to him. But it was “y ned me that you'd P to win tomorrow. enough to accept the Funny how people persisted business as if there were something holy about it. Business of making money— If you needed _money, you did You dug ditches arned embalm- didn’t need the rt before the horse, med to them a 1f business amused hing else, Eddie from the gallery filling Eddie's ears. He began a grin, but his lips stif- fened. The ball seemed to be d flected, at the top of his trajectory, as if it had found some invisible ob- stacle. It sliced sharply and' dis- a}wenred over the shaggy rim of the pit. Eddle Penfold quite suddenly heard himself laughing. This was golf, he thought, as he took the desolate path to the left of the pond, aware that the spectators followed ,Tregler around the opposite bank. This was what made it a man's game—a fight, in- stead of a kind of outdoor solltaire. He whistled softly between his teeth, and scrambled down to the sand. The ball had struck the near bank and lay as benevolently as the situa- tion ailowed, well back from the sin- ister overhang of thé far side of the pit. Eddie studied it briefly. He was a full brassey from the green. It was sheer folly to attempt anything but a sure escape on this shot. But he shook his head, reaching his club up |™ to_his caddy. ‘1l play the heavy mashle, Lath- am.” This was fun, anyway—win or lose or draw. He whistled softly as he took his stance, utterly happy. From where he stood he could follow the ball only by the direction and ex- pression of the caddie’s eyes, but he knew that he had brought it off. \ “Some out, Mistuh Penfol'! ‘The boy pointed, “Jes shoht o' de secon’ trap. Tregler changed clubs, handing a brassey back to his caddie in ex- change for an fron. Eddie smiled faintly. Tregler wouldn’'t take any chances now. He watched the flight of the ball approvingly. It car- ried the trap, caught a favoring slope and bounded merrily toward the green. Tregler had -been right to change his mind. He saw the white dot pause and stop, three or four yards short of the sand. A sure four for Tregler. The hole and the match unless He strode forward to his ball, whistling still, still unreason- ingly contented. He felt his club bite cleanly into the thin turf, saw the ball rise, spinning, and curve down- ward again. X He saw it stop, two feet, perhaps, from the cup. A sure four for Pen- fold now. The half and a chance for the match—unless—. He chuckled. Golf! That was all—the everlasting unless, the certainty that nothing was certain, the necessity of overcoming one’s own weakness, of surpassing an opponent’s strength, with Chance, like a faithless ally, favoring first one and then, without warning, the other. Tregler, unperturbed, deliber- ate, was sighting the line of his putt. Eddle Penfold detected the all but invisible waver as the club-head came back, saw the ball straggle miserably to the edge of the green and stop. Tregler grinned, shook his head, putted again, missing by inches. Ed- die tapped his ball lightly for the win. He was the one down, now, with two to play, against one of the steadiest golfers in the country, but an abso- lute conviction of victory was upon him as he drove to the short seven- teenth, a narrow island of yellow sand beset with hungry traps. The match was already over in his mind. He had won it when he stood in the pit be- fore the sixteenth. He stepped aside and watched. Tregler bettered his drive witfout emotion. On the green b~ scarcely paused to line the putt. The ball seemed to chuckle as it dropped for his two. Tregler, de- liberate and cautious, missed again and the match was square. The eighteenth was Eddie's from drive to cu praying you'd stay out of said Tregler. “I sort of knew I was licked when you sliced at the sixteenth” He grinned amfably. pretty good-sized ones. You know: that?” . “Of cdurse. And I dldn’t see why we s selling 'em either. When Hartney’ wanted our carburetors, we ought to have enlarged the .plant enough to take care of our old cus- tomers, too—"" 'Yes, That would have been fine.” ‘Jim was heavily ironic. “The trouble about that idea was that you were 80_busy winning a $3 medal out at the Scatterwampum Country Club that you couldn’t take time to per- suade Hartney to let us. McVey and I had to do the best we could with- out you. And when Hartney bid for our whole output, on condition that we gave him exclusive use of the Pen- fold type, we took him up. You see, We weren't as smart then as you are now, Eddie,” “Don’t be funny, Jim. What I don’t see i8 Why you gave in. We were enty under the old arrange- ‘Selling to Hartney, under his pro- posal, cut out every penny of our sell- ing cost, that's why. And it took all the gamble out of the business. We weYe always under fire on the other contracts—fighting competition every minute—cut throat, some of it. Hartney’s offer relieved us of all that nuisance. We've shown bigger profits than ever, since we've been selling to him. You know that. “Ye Eddle nodded. if we turn down Hartney’ the plant, good will and patents, he refuses to renew his deal for next year, eh?” “Of course. He says so, and he means it. He can get along with- out us, and he knows we're dead with- out him. Oh, I was easy! 1 admit that. 1 ought to have tied him up for ten years, instead of three.” ‘Never mind the might-have stuff.” Eddle frowned. “What's to prevent our going back to the old basis— going out and selling the others. just as we used to?” ““That sounds pretty, doesn’t it?” Jim chuckled. “You go out and see how you like selling those fellows—after the way we turned ‘em down for Hartney? Why, they’d buy from any- body else on earth before us! Be- sides, you can’t put an advertisement in_the evening paper and start your sales department at work in the morning. . You've got to build ft— hunt up your salesmen, train ‘em, try ‘em out; gamble on ‘em. You've got to back ‘em up with advertis- ing—and ‘there’s a sweet little job all by itssif. You've got to fight for your life agalnst all sorts of compe- tition, of course—you've got to beat graft and meet price-cutters and— no, not for me. spoiled for that sort of thing, Ed. There wouldn't be any fun in it for me, after these easy, coffortable times. “You're for selling, then?" Eddie sat up straight. ‘You'd rather hand the whple works over to Hartney at his te's figure than put up a fight for it?7 You'd rather let it go out of family—the thing dad built_with his brain and his nerve and his two hands? No fun in it! Where do you met that idea? No fun in a fight> Ne“fun in—" “Wh got ‘Into you, Ed?’ Jim stared. -*T thought you'd be tickled. That was one of the reasons it rasped me to kauckle under—the beautiful way it'd it in_with your golf. And you seem—to ‘think I'm a criminal because I—" Look here. Will you stick—see it through® :I'll put up every cent I've got ‘outside the business. And Il work hour .for hour with you. We had the trade once and we can get it again “Not a chance, Eddie. I you knew. yourself.” Lardner’s Hat in Ring for Mayor; Would Learn Bad Grammar BY RING W. LARDNER. I suppose most all of my veaders knows that they's going to be a mayor election in N. Y. city but it may be news to them that I am being urged to run for same on a depend- ent ticket and have promised to give my answer whether I will run or not in'a few days and the reason I am holding” back my decision is to wait and hear from my readers in other cities and see if they would be of- fended if T was to take office in one city and make it look like I favored one city over others and if they's any of you thal feels like this would be un- fair, I wish they would write and I will do like they say. So far they has been 3 other can- didates that has announced their in- tentions of running namely Mayor O the editor: Hylan who has all ready held the| plums for 4 yrs. wile the other 2 is a man named Currand and another that he has not got enough men to stop the murders. Why my answer to that argument is that if more po- licemans means less murders, why the fewer police the better, as statis tics shows that 90 per cent of the murders committed in N. Y. eity in the last 100 yrs. has given gen. sal- isfaction and was all for the best and the people that was both benefitted and amused by them far outnumbered the people that was put to any tem- porary inconvenience. ‘The police problem which I have referred to above of course do mnot include the traffic squad which it is necessary to have one of them st tioned at every cormer or else the women folks wouldn't have no way of finding out how many blocks 34 st. ix from 36 st. and vice versa. But if I was running the town I would ap- point a bunch of traffic policemans that I could trust ana confide in them what the traffic laws are, which is now being kept a secret from them for the fear they would squeal. * ok x % ‘WO other big problems in a town like N. Y. is the traction problem man by the name of Judge Haskell |and the houseing problem. Different “I CAN LOOK FUNNIER IN A SILK HAT THAN EVEN MOST MAYORS.” more about the game you'd see it fOr |m—eeeeeeeeeeeeoooeoeoooo mayors has been wrestling with these or some such name that is running on a wet ticket, and from all I hear his ticket is all wet even before the race starts. Well friends, tions to bring up personaltys and mud slinging in regards to my riv “That's fine. I'm going there myself. A -~ chuckle, apologetic, self-conscious. “Always make up my mind not to and then make it down again. Lasted longer than usual this year. “It's a great game,’ ; : dle. “Gets to you—o"" i S H X ¥ ‘ “Will you take Hartney's price for vour interest?’ Eddie leaned forward. “Take a third of his figure and a third of the surplus—for your stock? TI'll buy it—right now. I'm going ahead. Assign youg stock and I'll buy it— cas] * % x % EDD!E suddenly remembered what he had been playing for. He looked for the one face he wanted to see. ifred Kendrick stood noticeably questions for yrs. and never got no- wheres with them but it looks to me like it would be a simple matter to end the difficultys if the 2 problems was combined and make one problem out of them and I would do this by it is not my inten- *Yes. Trouble with me was starting too late. Never learn now." Never too late,” said Eddie. 2 ‘My niece came with me this trip,” confided thz other. He chuckled again. “Wouldn't let me come alone. Last time 1 came down for a week I was forty-two days getting back. Says 1 need a keeper.” Eddie grinned dutifully. “Better get back to her.” his ac- quaintance said, dropping theremnant of his cigar. “Knows how long it takes to smoke one of these things, Holds a watch on me.” He came to his feet, looking more‘lntlle {han ever on his reedy legs. “See you later, maybe.” i hoped so, politely, and finished a cigarette in contented premeditations. He deliberately surrendered to a private Weakness, playing an imaginary round, shot by shot. = In these imaginary clashes with the natural laws of gravity and momen- tum, he ruthlessly chose the unbappiest result he could square with his photo- graphic knowledge of the course. He discovered that these mental prac- tice rounds superinduced a wholesome frame of mind in actual play. He had hardened his soul to the coming ca- lamity, deserved or gratuitous, until the casualties of fact neither annoyed nor disheartened. Now. as he accurately deposited an jmaginary ball in the right-hand cor ner of the blind trap which lay in wait for the unwary slice, Eddie Pen- fold, still the child phenom at twenty- fcur and a half, on his way to Cedar- crest and the mid-March tournament, became a personage of genuine and high importance, in his own estimate s well as in that of the world—the rld where rank is mathematically determinable from the handicap lists and a caddy may do more than look at a king. He was playing his thirty-sixth hole “BUSINESS AGAIN!” HE SPREAD HIS HANDS. n 2 any- 'ru.l romance in businesg? where e = = “Never thought of it l{Ka-fhat,” he Funny what wild--tdeas girls said. Romance and busi- got, sometimes. ness! “Oh, but you should,” she declared. “You're missing so much of the fun of it if you don't realize the danger and the difficulty, the everlasting dersand | for courage and wit and sfrength, tas |prize that awaits the winner and the Vloser, too.” Her eyes were shining, and he had a queer, dull faney that a light shone through and through her face. When he took-his lesve, he mut- tered some clumsy allusion = other meetings. She took this frankly, quite without artifice of coquetry. “I hope so, certainly. I'm always bored at Cedarcrest. Uncle Arthur spends his days out on the links and his evenings in scowling at his score- cards. body who's willing something worth while! Eddie Penfold climbed into his berth with this speech for company. He hadn’'t talked about anything he’d merely listened. He grinned. The_esoteric’ welcome which envel- oped him at the Hilltop ministered agreeably to a lingering resentment toward Jim and McVey. Here, at e It'll be a relief to have some- | “Oh, that! to talk about|thing itself. bo; for you.” Ed- die erstood. -She'd naturally want him to win: Well, he'd do it. * .k x * ¢« DON'T see it.” Eddie glowered at the toe of his pump. “You seem to think there’s something disgraceful about it. —" % *It’s not surprising that you shouldn’t understand.” Her voice found an un- familiar edge. “I didn’t dream that yQu were -that Penfoldi—Eddie Penfold, tBe Infant Prodigy—a—golf player!” 3 Eddie lifted his head quickly. “I¥s not my fault that they call me that. -1 was just a kid when I went into the National the first time, and they cap't Seem to realize that I've grown up a bit_since—" She spread her hands impatiently: It doesn’t matter. It's the Why, you've never done anything but—but this! You've spent seven or eight years on a game—a game for old me: sort of rich man’s son I thought you weren’t! With a chance to be som thing, to do something big and splen- did, you've deliberately chosen to waste your life on a silly pastime—a stupid ~amusement for women and You're exactly the | after them, | exagperating to be despised for fo“ow—i i 's match, winning at the tourteenth afternoon lounging did not sce hin congratulated i decl triumph, but argument. ather not talk Eddj cious| and surrendered ti he care what she and golfers, any: bornly to_Eddie Penfold. deftness. He tage. He Let's not discuss it, please. nceivable right i’“fi‘ in—in choosing a professio: toward Winifred Kendrick. wrong-headed couldn’t matter, one way or the other, from Sam Wainwright. lunched at the clubhouse and spent his on the veranda. He Winifred at dinner, which d to consume at another table, he found her, afterward, she { sweetly his ned on I had to criticise your And about it any more.’ He could not make progress against this cool determination. her dancing with a b 2ddje himself abh He found a corner in the lobby He watched v from Harvard. ed dancing vi- a dull resentment Why should thought about golf A girl s0 stub- | as she was He avoided her thereafter with some breakfasted early; h lunched at the clubhouse; a dinner_invitation at the Lorton cot- repeated except that he went to the! Carter’s for dinner. he angled for the performance ‘Tregler had come wvagely through | to renew the | 1 i | jmanded almost roughly. {all usel { “Perhaps you're right about that clear of the group, as if to emphasize her non-participation in its enthusiasm, but he read a new meaning in her glance. It brought him to her quickly. “Well?” He did not elaborate the question. “Many congratulations.” “Is that all you've got to say?” he de- “Didn’t you see— She was suddenly very grave. “I saw one thing very clearly. I saw that it's even more of a pity than I thought— this golf habit of yours. I saw that if you cared for something worth doing you'd do it as you played just mow— “But golf—the game—never mind me. Didn't You get any of the—the grip in it? Does it still look as silly as—as croquet? “L don’t know about the comparison. It seems a dreadful waste, that's all. A man like you—"" “Look here.” They were walking, very slowly toward the clubhouse. “You evidently think there's something in.me. Well, if there is, golf put it there. School and college and business —why, I hardly knew what they were all about. 1 wasn't fully alive except ‘when I was out on the course—it’s made me¢ whatever I am. And if that's not s, give golf the credit for it, anyway. : xfilne stopped short, studying him in- rer “I wonde He saw her face brighten. It's It's been your our education ever formed you, we'll admit. school. Well, isn’t going to be finished “I don’t get that.” He scowled. 1 meant that if playing golf only fitted you to play more golf, it didn't {seem a very effectual training. But if | B it taught you something else, of He saw his brother's face grow blank, saw-the flush come back into it under his hurried speech. He might have known that somewhere, under- neath those disguising cushions of fat, was the Jim who had taught him how to hold his midiron—the old Jim. who played the game. - “W:']lyllke a chance, Eddie, if you feel that wa: They shook hands. And MecVey, presently summoned to a council of red war. found himself addressing the contemptible Eddie in- stead of the redoubtable and impres- sive Jim. The letter which carried their an- swer back to. Hartney would have plessed Capt. Myles Standish. him- self an able composer of such essages. M nd we beg to add that In case vou decide to continue the use of Pen- fold carburetors after the expiration of our present contract. we shall not be able to supply them under anv arrangement restraining us from selling_to other customers.” As Jim dipped his pen to sign the t, Eddie checked him. he said bruskly. 1 want to.” x % X% HE purchasing agent for the Hartney Motors Corporation was a being utterly beyond intimacy, above emotions. “Just one point, Mr. Penfold consuited & typed memorandum. Gre prepared to waive the point of exclusive control of your output, as T have said, but we must have some assurance that you can deliver bunctually and in full. - I observe that You have already secured several | Sther large accounts, and your busi- alone about absorbed your ca- Tty production, didn’t 1t “Let me |/ in " re if not. not so good. Well friends one of the depart- ments which is most widely disgust and comes in for a gen, pasteing in almost any big city is the police gards to how a city like N. Y. should be ran and will come out open and above the boards and state some reforms which I would place in ef- fect and if the people wants me under these conditions well and good, and “WHERE 1 WAS BORN THEY HAD insisting that 13 the stores amd of- times and the other % day times and in this way only % as many people would half to go to work at the same time and vice versa and not only that, but if the st. cars and sub- way trains rus rush hour schedules every hour of night and day why the motormen and conductors and guards ‘would not need no place to sleep and their houses could be took over by people that did. In connection with the houseing problem they seems to of been a good deal of speculation by non thinkers on how it come that such a situation come up, namely that is 80 much crowding now days and don't Seem to be mowheres near as many houses as people that wants to live in them. The real answer is prohibition. which before it passed, the bar rooms took care of hundreds of thou- sands of people that now haven't no place to park themselfs but home. About the only other big problem that seems to be worring the people that runs N. Y. is the employment question and a lot of people is al- ways asking what can we do to give employment to the great army of un- employed. In reality this ain’t no problem at all and for that reason it would be =illy for me.to waste my time answering it. It is no doubt true that N. Y. is full of men out of work but it Is also true that they ain't’ another town in the country where they's so many men that wants to be out of work or else they wouldn't of came here and if you was to give them jobs make them miserable. As for my personal qualifications for this high office I don’t live in the city proper but can get there as quick you would as people that lives in - Brooklyn where most of the past exalted rulers Tt d‘d.; ?nl(‘l“Edd‘e-‘ {Bl:t ‘::nf):‘!'g: 1 POLICEMAN DAYTIME AND 2 ndly as to le “It teaches you a little bit of every- | Inar exclusive proviso, we've looked least, Eddie Penfold mattered. when @ splendid personage of color P einistered the public recognition harbored a. dim hope that Winifred of his high estate. Kendrick observed this reception and “Good Evenin', Mistuh Pentold, suh| appreciated it Justly. Fust call foh dinnuh innuh die-nun| 'y was glad, for the same reason, cah!™ Eddie played a masterly aD-{ nat the clerk displayed a distinct re- proach to the home green from the | pect in his handshake, that the por- inkberry bushes which masked the|ier who seized his bags spoke him caddy pen, and. with almost & SWag- 'y orshipfully. He fancied that there ger, departed in pursuit of the din-| 5 already a change in her regard. cr, eight cars forward. She seemed to study him with a deep- children and invalids! Eben Penfold's | through the upper bracket and faced son_—a golf champion®* {mmin the finals, He was glad of this “You're wrong about the game,” he | He knew that- he was going to beat . & fano d i 4 : " he declared. “It—well, just one ther caretully. Our pres- e L R I L e T | ihing it does is to show up " quitter. N capacity would take care of ail ither. It's—it’s—oh, " 2, th dditional business we've accept- S {Eiyoudiever PHE fact that Treglers drive lay | saw that” She nodded soberly.|ed and leave no doubt about your “But if you never use the qualities it tried it vouwd understand. There's anay e ate nothing like it,” he ended weakly. “If beautifully in place for a running deliveries. ut _ to > ives you for anything except a game— g rr t approach had nothing whatever to-do |1t you . mever G0 Cansthing ®aocth | e, WeTe oo anged for another ou'd just 3 > “‘l'l‘hi:;s."}; ‘:vlll, when I'm aix:y.‘““h e T e e building. to b‘eereyld“y Dbefore Novem- 3 3 vl ie Pe! s tee s 3 el ve yo = He recognized his comrade of the| onC *AVIN 0 © perhaps. Just at present I can find o S Biiccaagainl” \Hie. speen ihis ‘k;::fl" Eliixivenye club car as he followed the conduct-| “"Ty."giime Cngulfed him at once. He | SOMELNNE, cla to amuse me. X un. not even thinking about it as he In-{y,,gq," " s good golfer would be & ““Our ‘president wants to meet you, D e ture toward one of the smail| The £ame engulfed him &t once. Me | derstand that it requires a good deal | spected the group clustered behind the | business man or a £00d anything ciae Our president wants to meet you P! of practice to play well, and I haven't {cord barriers. Vaguely without logic |five times out of seven. . The reason I 2;:.?“ 1¢ Jou'l step this way .1,{0F hope, he was looking for ome face ‘1‘0':,';;.’!"“"9""‘? Eideak s Shnply il iamong the many. Something throbbed Ve o on’t need the Ras lived. The dutys of the office would not interfere with my regular work as they seem to consist of going out to the opening game at the Polo Grounds and 1 generally always do that any way, and further and more I could | course—"" NIGHTS.” dept. and in regards to the N. Y. po- lice dept. I think the idear of it is all wrong an& the whole trouble is too many policemans. I don’t know the exact figures but they must be upwards of thousands of policemans. make a whole lot better job of pitch- ing the 1st ball than any of the mayors I have seen try to do it as they was all hog wild. About the only thing the voters can urge against me i% that T can Illlfil D:é(l)'h fo?d ‘P,Ifl“’lm“ when T really try bu ‘woul Ruarantee to itted always | overcome that in’the 1st. few wks, and T might say at this pt. that it would not cost the city nothing to buy me a high hat as I have got one somewheres around the house that was boughten 11 yrs. ago but is like new and will say without braging that T can look funnier in it than even most mayors. RingW.Lardner. Well in Niles, Michigan, where I was born and raised we had one police- man in the day time and two of them at night and nowheres near as many murders as takes place in N. Y. city and not only that, but the few mur- and 1 will merely content myself lll saying that 1 have got my own fices and Mactorys would run’ might he urged. comes most of the policemans was on their duty or suppose to be same. The answer is that the more policemans, the more murders. But even suppose that what the chief_of police says is true. namely when her eyes moved unhurriedly away from his did he realize that he had stared like a calf. The old man twisted about to face him, benevolence and a hint of self- tables at the left of the aisle. The|,pgerved that he was evidently onj & o01d man faced him beyond the erect|¢heo very pinnacle of his game. "','};_1 - Eddie, folding a signed contract, mRoulderslofim lL L e fac | juusuallz helunched Satithe cluns oo i T was wholly devoid of ill-will toward or dre - | : g the A el meatin | e L e Lo the | “Sne ‘shook her head, smiling. *No, | chokingly in his throat as he saw her, | "eep if It were only money——1" She | S,Suirendered Lo as he followed o I e o ibents inapection . Only | oD e e mimates botore | thanks. T don't care for games, you |met her eves squarely, felt the Nalf- | onook her head, “Dom't you ever think | between . Eround-glass and 1 {he doors were closed. . Ho ‘saw that |5e¢. And you don't care for anyihing |Scomful condescension in her Kalf |5f"the fun of it—the fight—the sirug" | throwsh & door. And then he founa she was pleased to find him. ARIL ! ar g sdile. Ple—the doubt? And - doesn't every | himself staring into the level under- feeling. -But I'm_afraid vou can't| .She'd come out to see them start,|nonest business accomplish something, sgnn!ding eyes ‘;z ‘Winifred Kendrick. Eddie was aware of a closing door, of privacy. ) 1 you—— The situation was clearly S e D e o | untieratand mine anyway! He felt his nerves draw | henoit bushiess accomplieh T'm either alone or condemned to hear j2d t -| The condescension in her voice irri«| tiEht. It was up to him to do some- | “upyn! why Uncle Arthur didn’t break a hun tated him. ice irr] ! thing \more ‘Fu! He laughed. *No, dred or how he vanquished some I never e heat Tresler—he {saw any gun in my sort of business—or I thought. I didn’t understand it till O I D OO o meet my | oaor id gentleman. by a masterly | “I can't” he said. “I'm blest f¢ I|Wust Vindicate the game. any fight or doubt, either. It's just sit- | b as. He stopped. E: “Penfold, mee other old ge - 5 5 i 3 {any or doubt, either. It's just sit- | beyond words. He stopped. Every 5 8 g e nicce,” he announced. “She tells me |approach on the seventeenth.” feel ashamed of myself for going | j1® felt almost as if the curt nodfing still and wafching money pile up. | day for six months he had resolved | that last, fav; When, vou Qroveiatoy) Son Pk ank B8 vow've never happened to mea! Eddie grinned s)‘mnnthezl}cilly. She arm‘l‘{q‘ lm;;:; :c;finu v - Tgarer: byStanters sk re‘-fln“ :Doke:ms for making the world better, I don’t | to track her down. For the first time| foo) that you = g,a_"d_li“( you | The girl came to the rescue. leaning | talked about things he disliked, but| “No.” He e was dangerously | DEALET DYStanders were 8 SPoken |seem to thrll at the idea of doing that |he reslized how completely the mew|iieq'it The way vou came back Music-L oving Spider. | ture took up the gage defiantly. = He | “mnes - oronhes oor oy ot ople jknew that h€ would play better for ! ] A A LT R 3 { crowded around Eddie Penfold, shaking i the added incentive. Hed play per-his hand and patting his shoulder. And | fect golf—like Tregler—straight 1 i | down the middle—he watched his ball |\ (he confusion Winifred Kendrick o from the turt. saw it oma 40 | vanished. He learned at dinner time|gard him with the' compassionate, O i e e e ers foome 10 that she and her uncle had gone north |almost proprietary countenance of o Clane Steadily tothe remorutt on the afternoon train. He found aone who prepares enlightenment. ! 2 ¥ resolution. | note in his box, and his pulses drammed | ~Didnt you know? Really? i'rflrl’eg';le':lh: gflp?a;ei); h'::’m&“‘:g&:fi*: as he opened it. - © managed to wag his head. o Four days’ mateh play. of course. | foot of the cup. They halved the sec: | “Perhaps we're both right. We'l se. |, °X hoped you didu't, 1 thought you B o win, you'll despise me alllond in.the same fashion, and the “WINIFRED KENDRICK.” e e tl fiol;lml'!. 'Won t you? third. Turning, as he moved to the| He read it over several times. It oc- , no! You see, fourth tee, he made sure that she wasjcurred to him suddenly _that ‘s:‘izl following.- Her uncle waved an |hadn’t léarned her address. { efCouraging ~hand. Eddie grinned ter was vague. Detroit; {back at him, guessing that he owed | wasn't big enough to hide her. her presence to the old man’s urgency., He'd show her! Tregler won the fourth, running down a putt from well off the green while Eddie was taking another per- game had engulfed him. without a word—— And what was she doing here? The immediaté mystery interrupted his self-accusations. She seemed to re- L rerendies proved it. And what you'd said about your business—dull, cut-and-dried, a sure thing—I thought that if you faced a fight, trouble, a challenge, you'd find that it was a game, t00— bigger and better and ever so much more fascinating than any other. When I saw your name signed to that f.rward and speaking with crisp dis- tinctness. “I'm Winifred Kendrick, Mr. Pen- fold. Uncle Arthur keeps forgetting that we're not all famous. Eddie achieved the result of a simultaneous exit. Following them through three or foar sleepers it was completely natural to stop at their sections, easy to accept a gestured in- vitation to sit opposite. her. The uncle suggested a joint expedition to the club car. Eddie declined reso- lutely and Miss Kendrick seemed rec- P onciled for once to the avuncular cigar. She spoke with a noticeable lessening of reserve. “T feel almost acquainted with you, Mr. Penfold,” she began. “Your name's a household word with us.” N organist, telling of his experi- ences while playing the great in- strument in a Boston hall, relates a pretty story of his most regular lis- tener—a spider that had taken up his peppery answer to our letter, I almost | abode in the organ case over the per- laughed.” former’s head. It remained there for Eddie's chest flattened steadily as|about & year. B e mething, ‘after all. The| It was a musical little fellow, and 4 Whole thing was just a trick—just aj When the man bégan to play it would well-intentioned deceit to make a Spin down almost to a level with his business man out of a golf-player. |shoulder and gently swing to and ‘Then, slowly, he saw that he was fr;‘-nd ‘l:nen.ldvxhen t‘-le hl;d flnl!h‘rd : ‘impetus had come from |2 Piece it would draw itself up to its o 1, bt nat nest, and when he began another. this girl, but that was all. He owed her for opening his eves. but the rest down it would come again and resume was due to nobody but Eddie Penfold |its position as an interested listener. himself. . It had six legs. Two it put out “I—I'm much obliged,” he sald!in the air as a balance pole, two it slowly. “I—I guess 1 looked pretty|handled the web with, and the third awful down there. But you were ipair it used in pulling itself up hand right—business is the best game I've |over hand, as sailors climb a rope. strack. I like it—why, I haven't: The organist came at last to watch the charm of her voice, the infectious | it. quality of her enthusiasm. Her ref- erences to his father were perplexing. Eben Penfold had been an admirable parent, to Eddie's view, and he thought of him always with an af- fectionate pang—a sure refuge in{of it—I believe there's another game times of boyish disasters, but it had |or match or something, isn't there?} never occurred to him ¢o think of his [I—" father a8 & hero of romance. He re- called him now as unimpressive. quiet, thin, submerged, even .in his eriods of relaxation, in the business. “It’s such a pity he didn’t live to see you both carry it on,” she said. “He'd have liked that—"" “Jim—my brother—was with him for vears before he died, you know.” Her point, of vleh‘w mu{el;;lrel{ l‘;lvl::— - o this. They all|ible. He knew that his father ha - !li‘(’l‘l‘t{. S 4 g\m u'inthmechn;lc.' ‘a?"‘l Pdellfx—l;'] Hfl ‘T've met your brother,” she went Isen ascent of e indus nto on, ‘sarprisingly. “You're'a lot alike, | which he had happened to stumble, a Aren't you, for such Wissimilar men?; circumstance which made it unneces- ‘ou've been very successful.” she | sary for his son to go through the tire- !they did not "lessen his response to “Well, suppose I am? It's the first | time I've come home in front of a field like that.” “Exactly. I like that. You're frank. at least. I hope you'll win the rest “Four days’ Arthur ‘'was—down there at Ced: crest. No matter how little you cared Uncle Arth cle Arthur he {ghout business, youw'd hardly have told me you were E¢ward Penfold— and T knew that you were one of Eben Penfold’s sons—so I took it for granted that—that. “That I'd be ears deep in business, eh? I see. Well, I'm secretary of the | company. I hold something like 40 per cent of the stock. I'm at the office six days a week except——" run out there, he decided, as soon as he | hove.” " Bhe longhed o little “T sup.. N ghed a little. “I sup- could decently desert the office again. |jose I meed explanation, too. “T'm - * X ¥ X a sort of understudy—assistant to the «NJO. I hardly expect: President on the pay roll. So I could | Toct four. The circumetance dia ot | IN Y cxgected g fo xeres A 8ree | manage it rather easily, you se “Except when you're unavoidably|trouble him. Tregler owed little to to it, Eddle.” Jim Penfold re-|She laughed again; a touch of nerv- absent on the more important busi.|luck at any time. Thé breaks nearly | garded his brother with patient|Qusness in the tone this time. “Or ness ‘of playing gol(!" 'She shook her | always favored is fpponent, and|rown. “That would display some- ead. don’t you see?”’ “I'm perfectly blind,” he said. “But, v i some business for himself. . “I understand al i Tregler won by steadiness, playin :;‘;:h on‘:xu‘l’:‘dh hl‘m’m“‘l‘;!:lor?:atl:t"t‘!z‘mr s ;lef “"‘,‘i‘"‘"‘ '{ls :;n{":g ‘You mean a fellow L;:‘:'z a right|safe when the other feliow ook | thing like business intelligence. Y';I—W“"e‘:-“v‘“{ ”fnfxm-"r' e é‘;‘;"'" a zoll;f-fi'"h 9,'"];: “::;P‘“Y gtl?:mg? f:‘flo:;t -;-d it was u-;a:'s | them for dinner. e accepte to am 2 .i chances. They were even at the turn, { Nevertheless, it's —1 can gu . lon’ now arcr olf— s A 5 t] e was sure of at big pities ahout America that it 0 any vacation at all? You think- I} i e turm, 4 heless, It's got to be dome.| Ty 07 f Wasn't in him to speak ill o'rd}.ho'um one attentive and appreciative he seemed but Tregler took the tenth when Eddie's_approach left him ten yards ‘want— ishort of the green and was two up “No. I think you're probably right at ‘the thirteenth, with another long| “I don’t see it.” Eddie was stub- much _eagerness that l Iin your choice. Business bores you PUtt. born. “If we don't like their offer startled. - That afternoon he played with confl- dent brilllancy. His mental state. dinner was one of supreme content, afte , when her uncle drifted off to the lobby, Eddle resumed Tis role of auditor. His mind followed the talk at a respectful distance; it was enough to sit comfortably in his wicker arm- chair, to watch the changing play of that curious inner light in the girl’s face, to hear the cadence of her voice. Sunday, at lunch and through a long stroll over the needle-strewn paths be- They've got us—absolutely. evea struggle:” We can't| “I was determined to make them cancel that contract from the minute 1 got home. It wasn't so easy, either. But I wanted to see whether my guess was right. And I couldn’t think of any other way. “L—let me get this straight. You people .canceled that contract—with your fingers crossed? You meant to renew—all the time?’ “If you didn’t sell, as we suggested, es. Of course, if you had sold we'd P! t was really able to persuade Mr. Hart- it. You see——" ought to plug at a desk year in lndi year out, piling up money I don't need game, even now. A “Golf's a_gorgeous game,” she fln-l i Chaleur. Bay’s “Fire Ship” ished for him. “You'd better stay over and try our course this after- noon. I—I'd like to have -you see . ACOORD]NG to the investigations of Prof.eGanong, the traditional “fire ship” of the Chaleur bay, New how mitch I learned this summe; Her eyes wavered for the first tim Something swelled in Eddie Penfold’s throat. ; “You—you mean youve actually|prunswick, appearing usually before a #form, has a basis of fact. It is a hemispherical light, with tre flat side toward the water, glowing some- times without much change of form. doesn’t happen oftener—" 7. “They'~ve been at it longer—on the other side,” he suggested. Give us or an time.” She tilted her -head seriously. “I've wondered if that might not be the explanation. It's almost ‘tragic,” she ontinued. “We're a race of creators —for one generation only. We do amasing things—splendid things, real- 1y—and lose interest in them in. tantly they're done.. We miss the— the traditions which ought to grow up- and cling about our accomplish- tt. and golf doesn't. Mr. Ma or ]| [Eddle resisted temptation. Four|we can turn it down, can't ¢ oW e e ke Thh MucWhorter | imes Trogler had beaten him simply | wyes Hadle. - But it escance your record of every prominent player, | Decause he had tried to overcome a motice that when we've done that. year. after year—kept just like a|lead by going aftet birdies. There|we've effectively cut our own throats. ledger, you know. You fill two pages | Were five holes left, and perfect play | We can take Hartney's offer now or in it. 'And I happetled to notica that | oD four of them would win: Tregler | the recelver's leavings in a year~ - last summer you played in elght tour. | $1%2Y8 had a bad hole or two, and a| "t know I'm & mud-head, Jim, but naments, each of which lasted a weel. Lo oo o b el it ol | why? We've got a nice fat surplui Your idea of a vacation is—well, 1{b- | ana- drove twenty yards short of 2;(;:‘:; ;':‘-x‘fii:“u am} Ia::“ -‘:: :‘;: = gone in for it—after— “After what I saw you do down there.” shehnod(‘l‘ed- “Itt ltrllllt':'k me then that—that the way to pl any game—business or ddledywinks— eral, Mr. Penfold.” ments. - Eddle Penfold sur- X 3 = ney to tfy it. You e™starld in complete bewilder-|iucen he Pime EOdle POl "r: | Badie \Ponfold scowled. “You talk|ate® Frey haives tho hote, had the|IUs @ question of having to sell out.| " But 1 dont—not a glimmer, . Tell |was the way you played golf—the—|but at other times rising into slender, * ment. don’t just get that, I'm|lights of mere propinquity. It was not|[like my brother Jim. He's got the|ghort, tficky fifteenth. Eddle had |Of, course, it you want to—" me in ,words of one syllable, won't it, I mean. I thought in which an excited ) afraid. N same idea. I can’t see it. Business—] forgot*sn Winifred Kendrick now. you? T— th “Want to? Why, the price is hard- 1y more than two years' profits!” " Ji . “You seomed like such a—a waste, was almost angry. “Ill diagram it|down there at Cedarcrest, Just.a— for you, Eddfe. See if you can un- ) derstand it this time. , We used to sell| “A playboy? That's what Jim called in the opén market, ‘e | me.” déalt with about twen| . “Yes. But playing the wrong game, it business the - agination might layed at gol T'm begin- g ot 1o be so awfully bad at it. | planation off bject you'd care to play around this-aft- ernoo: 3 -5 '_l;-m" sald Bddle Penfold eloquentiy. necessary to devote any thought to the replies for which Winifred Kend: caslonally paused. A sufficed. he discovered. was_frie to contemplate a new idea; he had meant to win this tournament anyway, but now he owed it to her, he it’s about as interesting as euchre! Sit at a desk and answer letters—four times a year cut a divi- | riaky r._and [die decided instantly to’follow of ] |example. The ball arched out toward < fhe safety zone, aa audible bréath . Tregler placed a cautious ball well to the right of the line, avolding th carry, over watel “You don't?" The light dimmed a Jittle in her e. “I meant that we Americans don’t keep a nsme and a - - . line linked to & business, generation © i aTfter generation. When =Kuropeans e jce the telegraph, with nabody named 'G:Ea—yon don’t get any action out “I suppose It must be Very tirlng: