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Updated: July 22, 2025
They stayed the same length of time in both places never less than three hours. For two weeks, the girls rigidly followed a program. When the men retired to the Clubhouse, they spent the three hours hovering over it, sometimes banging viciously with feet and hands against the walls, sometimes dropping stones on the roof.
I may as well own the truth, and be done with it. I was in the clubhouse. I did rob the wine-vault; I did carry off the bottles to have a quiet spree, and it was to some place on Cuthbert Road I went. But, when I've admitted so much, I've admitted all. I saw nothing of my sister's murder; saw nothing of what went on in the rooms upstairs.
"All I can think of is what the man on the clubhouse steps said." "And what was that?" demanded Tom Reade, leaning forward. "I can't tell you, just yet," replied Prescott. "Go on! Yes, you can." "No; it's a secret." "What did the man on the clubhouse steps say?" insisted Dan, jumping up, seizing the crowbar and poising it over Dick's head. "Put down the curling iron, Danny," laughed Prescott.
It was too awful, those good-byes. Each got worse and harder than the last. We had divine days in between, to be sure, when we'd prowl out into the woods around the city, with a picnic lunch, or bummel along the waterfront, ending at a counter we knew, which produced, or the man behind it produced, delectable and cheap clubhouse sandwiches.
And now it seemed as though, less than six months later, they were ready to embark on what promised to be the most exciting trip of all, a visit to the wilderness of the great Northwest, in search of big game. Reaching the clubhouse, they quickly stowed their boats away. From this time on there would probably be scant time for aquatic sports.
But the girls felt able to take care of themselves. Not one of them even inquired what story Mr. Dennis and Miss Farrar had told about their memorable meeting on the water. The Cape May golf course stretches over miles of beautiful downs and the clubhouse is the gathering place for society at this summer resort.
Why not? I want to take in all the shows there is 'specially the free ones. Make a good billiard room, that clubhouse would. "I whistled. 'Whew! says I. 'Didn't tell Gabe THAT, did you? "He nodded. 'Yup, says he. 'I told him. "I whistled again. 'What answer did he make? I asked. "'Oh, he wa'n't enthusiastic.
During the afternoon, they both saw boats on the quiet waters of The Bend, and at supper told each other what they had seen. And in the evening they together watched the twinkling lights of the clubhouse windows, and once they heard voices and laughter from somewhere on the river as though a boating party were making merry.
And reaching the little rise of ground that lay between the clubhouse and the parking field, she stood still, looking off across the exquisite spread of fields and valleys, banded by great strips of woods, and flooded now by the streaming shadows and golden lights of the late afternoon. "What a day!" she said, filling her lungs with great breaths of the sweet air. "What an hour!"
In the course of time a new clubhouse was built by an old friend of Hull-House much interested in working girls, and this has been occupied for twelve years by the very successful cooperating Jane Club.
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