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Page Four THE COLboRNE EXPRESS, THURSDAY, MAY 3rd, 1945 Confidence and a Golf Ball By FRANK H. WILLIAMS. , 1981, b MoClur. r SyndlMtt. "Down in Hah-wah-ya, Where the lovin' is free, A redheaded girl Made a wreck out of me. And there never was a wreck Like the wreck she made of mee-e-e 1" The voice that gave utterance to ithis thrilling sentiment was deep and full. And the man from whom the voice came looked about as much like a wreck as a dreadnaught just off the ways. He was somewhat ovor six feet in height, had a Jack Dempsey chest, a tanned face, blue eyes and gaging smile. His name was Howard Folwell. He was singing as he strode back and forth In the basement of the Riverside Country club waiting for his panions to array themselves in golf attire and sally forth with him ' whang the ball around the course for an hour or two. But though he sang and though he seemed carefree and, happy, there really was a cloud on Folwell's life. The cloud was the fact that Beatrice Jackson, holder of the women's championship at the Riverside club, ■corned his advances and smiled ■weetly upon Lem Wheeling, rival of Folwell in love, in business and in golf. Just the evening before Beatrice had told Folwell in no uncertain terms that she never, never, never could care for a man who sliced hts (Srives and was a dub with a putter. Which was pretty hard on Folwell Blnce he was all that and a little bit more. So it wasn't surprising that Folwell, In singing about the girl who had made a wreck of his career, put a ttenjh of feeling into the ditty that tailed forth groans and yelps from the assembled listeners. "Say, old top," exclaimed one of Folwell's friends, "If you put as much time and effort Into trying to cut out your slice on your drive you'd be a whirlwind." "As a singer you're a wonderful golf player and as a golflst you're a knockout as a singer!" exclaimed another of the men. Whereupon Folwell turned toward the lockers with the intention of messing up things a bit with the playful maullngs of his two-ton paw, When through a window In the basement he saw Beatrice pass by with hated Lem Wheeling close beside her. I At this sight wrath rose in Folwell's _ "iwirt. He saw red. He had an in-' tense desire to seize Lem by the neck let his fancy silk shirt and rend him •sunder. And with this feeling governing his actions, Folwell hurried from the basement out into the hot ■nn. By this time Beatrice and Lem were at the first tee prepared to drive off. Beatrice, turning back toward the clubhouse, saw Folwell scowling at her. "Hello, Hod," she cried. "Watch this!" Gracefully, efficiently, Beatrice ad-flressed the ball and then socked it ■own the course for a good 200 yards. Folwell watched her sullenly. It had been many a long day since be had made a 200-yard drive. "Now if I could only do as well as that, or better," sighed Folwell to himself, "there'd be nothing to it; she'd be mine before the week's over. But It can't be done--a dub like me can never get good. I wish something would happen, dawgone it!" Perhaps Folwell's wish was responsible for it--who knows?--but at any rate something did happen just a moment or so later, something which had ■ deep and lasting effect on Folwell's As Folwell stood gazing disconsolately after Beatrice and Lem, he became conscious of the fact that his favorite caddy was standing close to him, watching him with keen eyes. Contrary to the usual situation, this caddy Idolized Folwell In spite of the latter's poor playing. Always the caddy prophesied a brilliant future for Folwell at the ancient game of golf, provided only he could get the proper amount of confidence In his own ability. Now the caddy came close and whispered to Folwell mysteri6usly. "Say, you can beat out that guy. I got the dope. My brother's an Inventor, see? He's Invented a vacuum golf ball. It's almost as light as air. It'll go a mile if you hit It an easy swat. You use this ball. Show up this Wheeling guy. Win the dame. Seer "Huh?" gasped Folwell, In great astonishment. "You hold me--you hold me!" exclaimed the caddy. "I'll tee It up for you. Then you hit It--just nice an' easy. Don't strain. Just watch I It go. Nobody can stop it." The caddy's excitement and enthusiasm communicated themselves to I Folwell. In intense hopefulness he watched the caddy tee the ball. Then he gripped his club loosely as the caddy straightened up. He heard the caddy yell "Fore" and saw Beatrice and Lem about 250 yards ahead of him turn and look and then laugh, as though amused at the mere thought that he might drive that far. The caddy's confidence, the scorn of Beatrice and Lem, nerved FohgoS to a great effort. OOOOOOOCOOCOOOOCOOOOOOOOOO *'N°W' ra be out of town MondaT but I'll be back Tuesday morning and I'll call you. Maybe we could go to a show that night. Would you like to?" "I'd love to go," she smiled up at him. "That's a bargain then. Ill call you Tuesday. Good-by." Big Jim Spearman pressed her hand lingeringly for a second and was gone. Constance Miller walked back Into the living room after he had left and wondered what had happened. There was a strange loneliness about the place and yet a peculiar cheer, too. She felt somehow both the presence and the absence of his big wholesome personality. "And he's going to call me Tuesday morning. . ." she whispered to herself. "Sunday, Monday . . .' counted them off on her fingers "Only two days!" "I believe he likes me a little--I honestly believe he does," she told her mirror as she stood In front of It brushing her hair for the night. "And just think, two weeks ago I didn't know him. I didn't even know him. With the languid, preoccupied rat tlons of one who is thinking of some tbing else she finished her toilette at last and slid Into bed. She was sleepy yet so incredibly happy. "Tuesday . . . Tuesday . . . Tuesda; She wished she could stay awake all night just to think about It. The words floated around in her brain, now distinct, now dim, now distinct again. "Tuesday . . . Tue--" Down, down nhe sank into the land of Nod. And when she awoke it was Sunday and time to get dressed for breakfast. "Day after tomorrow!" That sounded so much nearer than Tuesday had the night before. "Day after t< Sunday jogged along somehow. Breakfast, «hurch, dinner, a long afternoon of piano and books, peaceful, informal, servantless supper. Leavings from the midday feast--chicken and dressing, sliced veal, jam and bread and butter, tea, scraps. Delicious. And then Monday. Less time for dreaming. A hurried hour of piano practice, then the lesson and afterward more practice. The afternoon was filled with golf. And Tuesday--Constance decided to break her engage ment with the dentist to stay home. He might telephone while she gone She practiced a little, then < the window and looked out, she did not know what for. The telephone bell rang suddenly, sharply. heart beating strangely. Yes?" Her voice was athrill with expectancy. "Hello, Conny, this is Marga- She could scarcely restrain herself. A tide of disappointment swept over her. That telephone bell rang t and again and each time she flew to It certain that It was he, only to that it was some one else. The ten. sion became unbearable, and that night she cried herself to sleep, ©n« moment certain that he had been killed in some way or had fallen suddenly ill, the next moment certain that a flirt and had completely forgotten her. Wednesday she decided to telephone his office. But she hung up the re iver just as the operator asked for e number. "No, if he can't take the trouble to .11 me he may go for all I care.' (That was one of the moments when she was sure he was a flirt.) Thursday was a replica of Wednesday--only worse, cumulative tension and disappointment adding to the Then came Friday and with the eve ning Jim Spearman appeared, cordial, debonair, conscienceless. "Mighty glad to see you again." "Well, where shall we go tonight?" She had not spoken a word as yet. "I--I don't think we'll go. . . "Why, Constance, you promised me tonight." "I did not," she answered with spirit. "I promised you Tuesday night and Tuesday's been gone--a year!" "But I sent you a special delivery explaining that I'd be detained and asking you to go tonight. I only got back an hour ago." "It--It didn't come." "Well, I mailed it I put It In this pocket and mailed It Monday night at the post office myself." He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled ont-- the letter. There it was stamped and staled and addressed to her. Limply he dropped Into a chair--a big, pathetically crestfallen man. "Well, what on earth do you suppose I mailed that night anyway?" It was all over. All the- suffering and suspicion and doubt. Conny laughed the happiest rippling laugh. "I can't imagine," she said, "bnt I know one thing--it wasn't my special delivery." "Well, after we've been married a few years you'll find out what an absent-minded old man you have for a husband." He said it in the same cheery way he said everything else and with the same certainty--and he was right. Hours later that night she turned over and over in joyful restlessness. "Once explained, how understandable the nnunderstandable Is," aba sighed happily. USED WASHING MACHINES Used domestic washing machines have been brought under specific price ceilings by a new order recently announced by the W.P.T.B. The order sets ceilings for sales by private individuals and dealers in the same levels and will eliminate some confusion which formerly existed in the determination of the proper ceiling price for a used machine. Two sets of ceilings are established by the order. 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