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Chilvers thinks nothing of playing twice around Woodvale, a distance of not less than ten miles, but when in the city he takes a cab or a street car when compelled to go a few blocks. When there is no ball ahead of him he is the most fatigued man of my acquaintance, but he can stride over golf links from daybreak until it is so dark you cannot see the ball, and quit as fresh as when he started.
The ball she hits is usually a dirty, hacked-up object, but when she goes to look for it she imagines that by some miracle it has been transformed into a clean, white, and unmarked sphere, which has been driven for the first time. Carter arrived at the club shortly after our "mixed foursome" had started out. He took my place, he and Boyd playing Marshall and Chilvers.
Practically dismissing that anxiety, he brooded over his defeat by Chilvers, and thought with extreme reluctance of the year still to be spent at Whitelaw, probably a year of humiliation.
"Bully for you, Smith!" exclaimed Chilvers, "didn't know it was in you." "Mr. Chilvers is jealous of you," declared Miss Lawrence. "I think it was real heroic." "So do I," asserted Miss Harding, "but I cannot imagine how you acquired so absurd a nickname as 'Socks Smith' from that incident." "Was the water cold?" asked Marshall. "I hav'n't finished my story," said Mr.
Wallace looked over an array of clubs, selected some which suited him, but retained my cleek and mashie. It was agreed I should act as caddy for Wallace, Chilvers for Kirkaldy, and that Carter should referee. LaHume declined to act in any capacity. All games were postponed to watch this strange contest, and the "gallery" clustered at the first tee numbered fully one hundred.
"Of course I know I haven't a chance in the world to win." "You never can tell," said Chilvers, his face solemn as an owl. Chilvers is a merciless "kidder." "That's right," admitted Peabody. "If you play the way I saw you doing the other day, there's not a man in the club has anything on you," asserted Chilvers, winking at me.
"She's the only daughter of Robert L. Harding, magnate, financier, Wall Street general, the man who recently beat the pirate kings down there at their own game. How much is Harding supposed to be worth, Smith?" "Thirty millions or so," I replied. "Well, I wish I had the 'so. That would keep me in golf balls for a while," Chilvers continued, turning his attention to the ladies.
Bruno Chilvers would be a prominent figure about the streets of Exeter; would be frequently seen at the Warricombes', at the Lilywhites', at the houses of their friends. His sermons at St. Margaret's would doubtless attract, and form a staple topic of conversation.
In the meantime, they were both 'going in' for the First B.A.; he had no fear of failure, but it might easily happen that Chilvers would achieve higher distinction. With an eye to awards that might be won substantial cash-annuities he was reading for Honours; but it seemed doubtful whether he could present himself, as the second examination was held only in London.
He indulged his fancy until the vital force began to stir once more within him, and then, with one angry sweep, all his theological books and manuscripts were flung out of sight. Away with this detestable mummery! Now let Bruno Chilvers pour his eloquence from the pulpit of St.
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