Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 36, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 April 1936 — Page 19

APRIL 22,1936_

- Today’s Short Story GOLF WIDOW By Arlene Davidson

CUE ADAMS watched her hus■>3 band stride jauntily down the path between the two neat rows of miniature box that had once so filled her heart with pride. Nothing filled her heart with pride today, she reflected, with an unhappy glance at the Jonquils and narcissus nodding so gaily in the spring sunshine. Not even the two yews, on either side of the gate, that had been the latest addition to the garden. What fun Bob and she had had last fall, putting them in! Sudden tears dimmed Sue’s eyes, but she brushed them aside and made a brave effort to answer Bob's parting wave and cheerful, “Expect me when you see me!” He swung his golf clubs into the rumble seat, sprang to the wheel and started the car without a backward glance. Sue patted the ears of the wirehaired terrier who rubbed against her. then turned back to the front door. ’’What’ll we do now, Skips?" she asked forlornly. “Take a walk?” a a tt Disregarding Skips’ enthusiastic welcome of this suggestion, Sue bolted into the house and threw herself headlong on the divan. A cold nose thrust into her hand put a stop to the sobs that shook her. “Never saw mfe do that before, did you, Skips? You're right; I’m not the crying sort. This situation needs brains, not tears!” Sue forced herself to face the reality she had been evading. There was no use going on any longer hoping Bob would get over this sudden passion for golf. It held him in the obsession of a witch’s spell! Years ago Bob played, but he’d given it up when they were married. Too expensive, for one thing, and no time, for another, what with working in the garden and all the other sports they enjoyed together. One or two attempts at teaching Sue golf had convinced them that she was hopeless. Then, last winter, one of Bob’s friends had persuaded him to take up indoor golf. That had been the beginning of the end. it it tt WITH a . brooding look in her deep blue eyes. Sue rose at last and crossed to her desk. Opening the top drawer, she pulled out a bank book, and gazed with hyponotlc intensity at the neatly figured balance. Four hundred and seventy-six dollars! She’d almost reached the f * hundred mark she had set herse a goal before telling Bob. AO years of careful saving f household money had gone ibr accumulation of that sum. F W any times Sue had dreamed of the moment when she would show it to Bob! “Let's take a cruise," she’d say. ""hen, when Bob had said they c mldn't afford it, she'd produce that. Right there in her hand, she was holding a joyous second honeymoon ! “Only, it isn't,” seh slowly answered her thought aloud. “It isn't a second honeymoon!” She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. “Bob's worth all of $476!" She nodded deflantely at that second Sue. “You're not going to be fool enough to lose your husband to a game, are you?" Monday morning found Sue inquiring for the golf professional at the country club of a nearby town. nun “T HAVE $476 and plenty of time,” JL she explained to the stocky little Scotchman, who looked with quizzically appraising eyes at the slender, resolute figure before him.: “Can I learn to play & decent game of golf with that, before next Steptember?" “Hoo about yoor patience?" he Inquired. “Yu’ll be needin’ plenty of thot as weel!” “I'll have it!” she promised. 'Til do anything you say!” Many was the time in the next five months that Sue had to remind herself of that promise! Day after day, week after week. Sue practiced the swing to the drone of his “Easy, noo! Easy! Golf is a lazy mon’s game!" At last it began to come automatically. With a minimum of effort, the ball took amazing flights that surprised Sue as much as they thrilled her. But not one word of her daily pilgrimage dN she let leak out to Bob or any of their friends. It was two weeks before the Labor Day tournament then Sue re- 1 marked casually at dinner. “I have a surprise for you. Bob! I’ve been taking some golf leisons!” “Golf lessons!” Bob exclaimed. “Good gosh, honey, you can’t play golf! That’s a crazy waste of money.'’ • mu “T THOUGHT I might learn, Sue 1 said meekly. “It would be fun to play together sometimes." “Er—er—sura It would," Bobs agreement was woefully lacking in conviction. “But—but golf's a game you have to have a knack for. Take tennis, now*. You’re good at that; ; why not stick to it?" j

“Because you never want to play tennis any more,” Sue said. “I thought I’d take a few- lessons, and then we could go in the mixed foursome together.” “Mixed foursome!” Bob stared at Sue as though she had lost her senses. “Mixed foursome!” “Why not? I’m not so terrible, and ” “You probably don’t realize, dear, that I stand a very good chance of i winning the mixed foursome. Helen Taylor and I have been practicing for it for a couple of months.” “Oh.” Sue achieved a masterpiece in that ‘Oh,’ and the following, “No, I hadn't realized. But—” . “Os course. I’ll be glad to play a few holes with you some time. After the tournament, that is. The i next Saturday, say. No! I forgot; I'm dated up for a match then. But i we’ll do it one of these days,” he i ended lamely. | “That'll be fine." U tt tt : “'YT'OU’RE a grand little sport, X honey!” Bob pulled her to him I and gave her a kiss. “You under- [ stand how a man needs exercise and don’t nag him to death!” The morning of the tournament was crisp and sparkling with September brilliance. Bob looked approvingly at Sue’s new sports outfit. “Atta girl! That is the way the gallery ought to look!” “I’m not part of the gallery this time.” She slipped into the front seat beside him. “I’m playing. Tom Jessup and I.”, The motor roared and the car shot forward. ‘Of all the crazy did Tom ask you?” he demanded. “No, I asked him,” Sue said serenely. “He didn’t know I played. He was ever so nice about it.” An ominous silence carried them almost to the Country Club, before Tom said, with an obvious effort to control his temper, “I’m sorry you did that, Sue. Just because a man was once in love with you is no excuse for putting him in a position like that.” “He didn’t seem to mind!" Sue gave a sudden chuckle. “The funny part, is, we’ve drawn you and Helen to play against!” tt tt tt WE have the honor,” Tom nodded to Sue. “You lead off.” As Sue took her stance, she felt | that she had never faced a more dramatic moment. Would her nerve hold? She could feel Tom’s and ; Helen's eyes on her with amused | tolerance. Bob was gazing elaborately into the distance. Concentrating with all her might, Sue tried to imagine that no one was there but the little Scotchman. Relax—back slowly—grip firm—eyes on the ball—arms leading—snap of the wrist—follow through . Never in all her life would Sue; forget that match! The applause of the crowd; Tom’s gratified amazement; Bob's baffled bewilderment as he glowered from behind bunkers and stared as though he had never seen her before. At the thirteenth hole it was all over. Sue and Tom winning, 6 up and 5 to go. tt • • AFTER the formalities of handshaking and congratulations were over, Sue ran to Bob and slipped her arm through his as he strode back to the clubhouse. Her eyes, shining with happy exI citeuent, mischief and pleading, his to meet them. One of the men of a passing foursome shouted to Bob, “See you next Saturday!” Bob grinned, his arm tightening on Sue's. “Sorry,” he called back, “you’ll have to count me out. I'm playing with my wife.” THE END (Copyright. 193fi. by Chicago Tribune-N. Y. Nows Syndicate. Inc.i MILK PRICE CUTTING PROBE IS REQUESTED Fort Wayne Administrator Makes Plea to State Board. A request that the State Milk Control Board Investigate alleged price cutting in the Fort Wayne milk area was on file today. Charles Bridgeman, Fort Wayne milk administrator, made the request. The local advisory committee there hus submitted a petition to the state board charging that under existing conditions distributors can not meet the producers’ $2 a hundredweight price. Before the board can take definite action, it w f as pointed out, 70 per cent of the distributors and producers in the area must sign a petition requesting action. FIND SPURIOUS BILLS Secret Service Announces Seizure of Counterfeit Money Here. United States Secret Service headquarters here today were seeking passers of spurious $5 bills. Twelve have been passed in Indianapolis in the last two weeks and now' are in Federal possession. The bills, apparently all of the j same lot. carry an indistinct pic-1 ture of President Lincoln, have a washed and wrinkled feeling, and I have #rf Indistinct letter on the 1 front plate. I

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While the Taloned Death had found its victims in distant regions, Tarzan had been unconcerned, but now that it had invaded his own domain he considered that a definite challenge had been hurled in the face of his jungle sovereignty. His duty was clear!

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“You Gowando, are wise.” Tarzan said to th# chieftain, “so perhaps you can determine how this warrior of your tribe met his death.” But the wise Gowando was speechless, and his eyes were wide with fright, as if he gazed upon some horrible, invisible spectre!

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