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not stay behind; my fortunes were her was still weeping, and I, for sheer happifortunes.
ness, had tears to match. I was taken. The crafty Henry, sum- We were alone in the great library, moning all his might, the full resources of now lighted by the gold of westering suns. a kingdom, had cornered me at last. I She sat there in such radiance-I close my was taken, red with battle, and yielding eyes and see her in that light. I open only when the rest had died or melted them, and kiss her tears away. We seemed away in ignominious Aight. I had never like two who had gone a long and splendid deserted my wretched followers; it was journey, and learned to love each other they who had forsaken me. Nor did I on the road. There was no need to speak cry for mercy and make abject confession, of it; our youth did all that was required. as monsignor had stated, copying the pas- Slim hands that lay in mine, white throat sage verbatim from Hall's chronicle. A which held the flower that was her face, captive, I dared Henry to do his worst, brown hair softening to gold-you are and, when I mounted the scaffold, Bettina here with me as in that late afternoon. wept.
She was not alone in this, apart The next day I was gone. It would from the weeping thousands in the book. have been cruel to linger. Janvier had the Many people since have told me how they book he wanted of me, and it could not were shaken.
have been in better hands. In England Yet Bettina was the first to weep over and in America he worked for it as though that ending. I had been granted permis- it had been some pet scheme of his own. sion to say good-by to her before I left He was audacious, he was magnificent. my dungeon. That, too, was another
Somehow I managed to live till it came memorable scene. “The rest of my life out with monsignor's name added to mine will be devoted to your memory,” cried upon the title-page. He did not quarrel sobbing Katherine, and instead of four with my history; I fancy he regards it as husbands, she vowed herself to espouse re
He took his thousand pounds, ligion until the hour when we, so faithful however, and his share, and more than his on earth, should find reunion. My hum- share, of glory. Still, there were other ble birth, -- for I was still the Flemishi thousands, and now I needed no Hugh boatman's son, -my hazardous imposture, Janvier to bolster me and fit me out. were all long since wiped out by a true My next meeting with Bettina was in grandeur. I may have sinned, but the the vast saloons of Wexford House. great sins, once acknowledged, are counted There had been nothing but letters in befor righteousness in such as I. There had tween - the stupidest, dearest letters! She at least been no concealment from the wo- was expecting me, and I felt pleased that man I loved.
in these crowded rooms I held my own. I see Bettina weeping as we reached the It was a vanity, a selfish thought; but end. It was a day in spring; for once be- "Love yourself because I love you," she gun, I had worked passionately, and these had once written to me. I had obeyed her. few months were all we had required. It Our secret swam in her dear eyes; she was was a day of blossoming orchards and the proud of her tame lion. Monsignor himpromise of new life. A different landscape self conducted our marriage ceremony. spread outside the window, a prospect soft He managed that better than he managed with all the season's bloom. And Bettina biography.
By HOLWORTHY HALL
Author of “Henry of Navarre, Ohio," etc.
Illustrations by George Wright
ET it be understood that every stranger both the golfer who can excavate more
at Warwick is presumed innocent rapidly with a spoon than a longshoreman until he steps out on the turf. It is only with a shovel and the experienced man when he accepts a starting-card from the who ordinarily could proceed from one caddy-master that he becomes an object of strategic position to another, chosen caresuspicion and interest. No fairway was fully in advance. They may know golf, ever seriously injured by club-house con- but they don't know Warwick; and as versation, so that an alien's claim of they lag wearily to the players' entrance, eighty-five rests undisputed up to the point they are mentally competent to appreciate of trial; but statistics show that the man the fugitive verse painted in small letters who in the grill-room prophesies eighty- above the door. The underlying thought five or better for his first round at War- is one which a circuit judge is said to have wick generally scores one hundred and conceived with respect to Miss Muller. ten or worse; and this average includes It is n't humorous.
Seen from the elevation of the veranda, is utterly essential. That soft strip of the course is beautiful rather than sugges- grass, which seemed the most inconsequentive of good golf; it presents the culti- tial species of rough, proves to be the vated appearance of a millionaire's lawn, falsest of beards concealing the identity landscaped by the king of expert garden- swale and swamp.
An impenetrable ers. Trees by Corot and brooks by Inness morass masquerades, from the club-house, lie in a background of charming composi- as a Japanese garden. Neither bunker tion; vast reaches of lawn in the middle nor trap impedes the player in his journey distance temper the glare of sunlight; far from tee to green; everywhere his gaze to the east a Maxfield Parrish harbor falls upon the natural coloring of a lawn, sleeps peacefully beneath a blanket of but in some places the blades rise three clouds by Elmer Garnsey. The sheer inches higher than they do in other places. sweep of turf is nowhere marred by un- So the amateur record is still seventy-five. sightly sand-pits; the ungainly cop-bunker is visible not at all. Save for an occasional ON
a certain particularly attractive oasis for a putting-green, an occasional morning in July, Mr. Robert Corbett, direction-flag whipping in the breeze, the President, and Mr. Samuel Bowker, course might be a deer-park or a national Chairman of the Ways and Means Comreservation. Obviously, to the stranger mittee, met in the New York office of a on the veranda, it is too well manicured real-estate corporation. Five minutes to offer sport. It is too refined. It lacks later they were staring first at each other, the complications without which nc true then at the diffident gentleman who temgolfer can be content. It should be main- porarily controlled their golfing destinies. tained exclusively for poets and artists;
a gentleman of tremendous surely it is n't a test course for a red- ideas; one could easily discern the fact blooded human being equipped with a from the frown which he wore as a busidreadnought driver and a heavy mashy ness adjunct, and from the ineffable forwhich scars the ground at every shot. ward thrust of his shoulders, which Why, for a man to take turf at Warwick brought his chest into deserved promiwould be equivalent to mayhem!
But the professional who supervised the “Unfortunately – for you," said Mr. engineering was by birth a seer and a Farwell, again breaking the silence, “our bushwhacker by education. To judge from purpose in conducting this company is to the craftiness displayed in his handiwork, sell real property. The Warwick Estates he could probably have ambushed an is n't an eleemosynary institution in any Apache in broad daylight in the middle of sense of the word. Already we've rea field as level and unobstructed as a bil
newed the lease of the golf club two years liard-table. Not merely against par does beyond the limit we originally set; we one compete at Warwick; not against the can't renew it further. Of course, if
you decrepit and outlawed colonel; not even care to buy-” against an opponent in the flesh: the game "What I can't understand," mused is played against the fiendish imagination Corbett, "is what prevented you from givand ingenuity of Donald Ross. Witness ing us a little notice." the unexpected, hanging side-hill lies; wit- Mr. Farwell spread his hands, intenness the undulating greens of almost im- tionally expressive. possible keenness; witness the paucity of "It may have been an oversight, but hazards, the infrequency of rough, the you should have realized the conditions. astonishing presence of both whenever a As I said before, our business is n't to shot wanders fitfully from the line of publish notices; it 's to sell real propgeometrical progress. The dainty brook by Inness, the trees by Corot, so stand that "What 's the price?" demanded Bowto avoid them the study of triangulation ker, compressing his jaws.
erty – ”