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I made common cause with Miss Lawrence, and I did it with better grace from the fact that I resent the airs assumed by LaHume. "LaHume's father founded the roadhouse down yonder," I said, pointing towards a resort which yet goes by the LaHume name, and one which does not enjoy a reputation any too savory.
LaHume made several attempts to join in their conversation, and though Wallace lent him all possible aid Miss Lawrence effectually discouraged LaHume's participation. He reminded me of a boy making ineffectual attempts to "catch on behind" a swift-moving sleigh, and who is finally tumbled on his head for his pains. Mrs.
A few minutes later I saw him striding down the path on the way to the railway station. As luck would have it, Wallace and Miss Lawrence had just left the eighteenth green, and stood chatting near the path which leads to the station. If they saw the approaching LaHume they paid no attention to him. At this moment Carter and Miss Harding joined me and the latter asked what I found so diverting.
"LaHume and Miss Lawrence are out playing," languidly answered Marshall. "What's happened? Don't prolong this suspense." Miss Ross and Miss Dangerfield turned the corner and Chilvers saw them. Chilvers is married, but has lost none of his effervescence and consequently retains his popularity. "Come here," he called, motioning to these two charming young ladies. "I've got something for you!
This young fellow, LaHume, is bluffing around offering to bet any part of five hundred dollars Kirkaldy will beat this Wallace seven strokes. I don't mind losing the money, but I hate to make a foolish bet and be laughed at." "Take LaHume up, and I'll stand half the bet," I said, after considering the matter for a moment.
It sailed over the fence, and struck in a ploughed field only a few feet from a man whom I recognised as Wallace. He had evidently been looking in our direction, and he followed the flight of the ball. He walked up to it. "Are you playing bounds?" he shouted, lifting his cap. "Yes!" answered LaHume, "throw it back!" Wallace carried a stout stick of some kind in his hand.
LaHume was shot back several yards and fell heavily, his feet in the path and his head and shoulders on the turf. It all happened so quickly that we stood there, spellbound. We saw Miss Lawrence rush forward and half fall into Wallace's arms. We saw him stagger to a lawn settee, she still clinging to him and screaming. LaHume lay as if dead.
"What did your father do?" "Really now, I did not mean anything," stammered LaHume, the red flushing through the tan of his face.
"Heard the news?" demanded Chilvers, approaching the table where Marshall, Boyd, and I were smoking on the broad veranda of the Woodvale Golf and Country Club. We shook our heads with contented indifference. It was after luncheon, and the cigars were excellent. "Where's LaHume?" grinned Chilvers. "Where's our Percy? He must hear this."
I am still inclined to my original opinion that he is some college chap who is trying to get a financial start so as to enter on his chosen profession. He sat opposite me, and not until the first course was served did I notice that he was to the right of Miss Lawrence, with LaHume to her left.
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