The evening world. Newspaper, March 18, 1922, Page 13

ea ET RRR Te a LR EL TT on, CTION, aaa aoe eee SECTION TWO, THREE SECTIONS. SATURDAY, MARCH 18, 1922. By SOPHIE KERR UNDERWOOD Iilustrated by WILL B. JOHNSTONE E) The Very Important Part That a Girl Tennis Champion : Played in a Very Important Game of Golf CHARACTERS IN THE STORY. HENRY EATON, playing a fair game of golf but unreliable in affairs very much at heart. matches at the Greenfields County Club. MISS HENRIETTA BIRD, also an observer, and interested in the : AMY THOMPSON, tennis champion of the club, and a belle despite turn the young folks’ affections take. having reached twenty-seven. RAY LOWRIE, with Irish blue eyes and Irish blarney, Mrs. Lovell MRS. LOVELL, a veranda member, with the club members’ love calls him “that beautiful rascal.” HARE was exactly the differ- third hole. “It was bad enough wh high lv: 1ind she left the clu! “at ence between them that there I was nineteen and didn't know any sowie, ot anto her own Little ranabout, pied tonite 16 on sis tel poly was between their favorite better. How I cried my eyes out after and gzipped into town to her dress- How long are you going to stay?” games and their manner of inn Nay aan! AE nena ee ie a was a very canny, “1’l) be back for the club dance on : : i Yinte vare! ught my ce) ° ,' Bai 4 f playing them, Henry Eaton was 4 heart was completely broken, and that “Oh, no, nothing’s the matter,” she 60k Wes Gey Yr AA shu a tictene slid or, 7 lay ec , phn at neaue Pi a AIR oda Yd never smile again. What an idiot assured Henry after she had called post card with the Solders’ Monument less it was a really important match I was! He made love to every girl in him by telephone—a most unexpected or the Palace Hotel on it. I'm going to en wiereupon “he got flustered town, I do believe, Well—it’s going to occurence. “It’s just that I am going Knightsville to see Aunt Susanna.” game, 2 * be a different story this time, that’s out of town for a few days.” “You're a brave girl,” said Menry. missed his putts, sliced and pulled and tal . . ¢ ‘ ; r foozled with thorough abandon, and he certain. We'll see.” And with certain "You call that nothing, do you?” in- ‘Maybe I'll motor over and say how was a great hulking brute who oughtn’t to have had a nerve in his body. Amy Thompson, on the other hand, was the club's woman tennis champion. She had a devilishly accurate serve, and she could come right down to the net and smash the balls back in a way that brought cheers from the gallary. She was not one of your meaty, blowzy ; \ girls, either. Her color was delicate, and her wrists, though apparently of steel, were slender and graceful. It was natural enough for Henry to fal! in love with Amy and follow her round, patiently, persistently, worry- ing away at her indifference just as he worried away at his daily round of “clock,” and it was perfectly natural that she should slam him down, time 4 ~ ate = pan rae ee - and time again, just as she slammed balls across the net. Each to his own game, as usual, Mabitues of the Greenfields Country 5 | Club who were sporting by nature j placed bets on the final result The } odds were two to one that Amy | wouldn't have him. What—never? No 13 never! What—never? No—never- °| a3} J—mean—it! But « small minority held firmly to the theory that Henry's persistence and his honest-to-goodness likeableness would win out in the end. “The girl's a fool to throw away a good chance like Henry. Why, she’s twenty-seven," said old Mrs, Lovell, » from a cushioned chair on the veranda, * Bhe and her crony, Miss Henrietta j Feat Bird, had just seen Henry going dis- } } eonsolately to the links, having asked Amy in vain to accompany him. ° $ “Oh, I don't know,” said Miss Hen- rietta dreamily. She was a romantic a soul. “Maybe she's happier single. By the way—did you know that Ray Low- rie’s coming back?” Mrs. Lovell jumped to electric atten- ry tion. “No—really!" she exclaimed. “That beautiful rascal! How I shall enjoy seeing him again! And what a iy shocking example he is to all the young people in town, But you don't think it's because of Ray and Amy’—Her =e mgt na oe ‘ eyes asked the question she did not ¢ need to voice. . “Well, it was quite an affair,” replied % Miss Henrietta, pursing up her lps. : Mrs. Lovell pursed up her lips also. “Thank God I've got no dawghters,” she exclaimed, pious)y. ND if she had known about the letter that was hidden se- curely in the pocket of Amy a’ Thompson's rose-colored sport coat at that moment she would have been even more thankful. For the let- ter was from Ray Lowrie, and he said he was coming back to Greenfields to etay and that the reason he was com- ing back was, in short, Amy. That is, you could read it that way If you , wanted to. It sounded like that But if you were twenty-seven and h id euf fered a good bit from Ray Lowri ambircuous love-making you migit wonder if it meant anything at all ‘And that's exactly what Amy we« a dered “How ridiculous i ull * she told 7 < , 3 eet ae SET oe 3 id Ee Rae eres, SEEDS ee ee —_— herself, staring down the valley wher a — me en le Henry's white-flanneled figure might “OF ALL THE RIDICULOUS SITi i SCOLDED HERSELF HENRY—HBEINRY AND RAY Life be seem bending laboriously over tus RIE PLAY GOt WITH ME FOR THE STAKE” at mein <*