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And while LaHume fumed and Miss Lawrence clapped her hands I told the story of the downfall of "Big Dave" at the hands of the quiet and cleanly Wallace, making sure that the defeat of the village bully lost nothing in its telling. All the way back to the club house we did not play out the remaining holes Miss Lawrence plied me with questions concerning Wallace.
"If you'll promise not to reveal it to a living soul I'll tell you." I promised. "Mr. LaHume told Mr. Chilvers, Mr. Chilvers told Mrs. Chilvers, Mrs. Chilvers told Miss Ross, and Miss Ross told me, so you see that I have it right from the original source." "And you told me," I said. "Why should the chain stop in so obscure a link. I am dying to tell somebody."
LaHume has been a persistent fortune hunter, and if patience be a virtue he deserves to win. He had a tiff yesterday with Miss Lawrence, and it came about curiously enough. The Bishop farm adjoins the club grounds on the east, and everyone for miles about knows Bishop.
"I hope that LaHume will have the sense not to pick a quarrel with Wallace," I said, pointing in his direction. "He is excited and and nervous." "Why don't you say it intoxicated," drawled Carter. LaHume had reached the professional and his pupil. We saw Wallace lift his cap as LaHume came within a few yards of them.
After having been ignored once or twice by Miss Lawrence, LaHume left our little group on the veranda and pulled a chair to the side of Carter, who was reading his evening paper. It is not safe to interrupt Carter while thus engaged, but after LaHume said a few words the other laid aside the paper and listened intently.
I had secured Miss Harding as my partner, and LaHume and Miss Lawrence were behind us. Carter was with some village beauty, but I saw nothing of Wallace in the grand march. Later he appeared and danced a waltz with Miss Ross, and they made a handsome couple.
She is round, smiling, pretty, and thoughtful, and I like her immensely. We were approaching the Bishop place. The orchard trees were covered with fruit. Some of the tomatoes showed the red of their fat cheeks through the green of their foliage. LaHume walked with Miss Ross and talked and laughed, but I could see he was angry.
Wallace does not win the game. Do not tell him who wishes to know." "What odds Wallace does not win the game?" sneered LaHume, when Marshall sounded him. "Five to one, up to a thousand dollars!"
Let's go down stairs and hunt up Grace and Carter and constitute the four of us a committee on arrangements and invitation. Grace talked to Bishop more than I did and she knows all about it." We found Miss Harding, Miss Lawrence, LaHume, and Carter on the veranda, and decided to enlarge the committee to six. Miss Harding said Mr. Bishop intimated he should expect about a dozen of us.
"Wasn't he a handsome young gentleman?" murmured Miss Lawrence, whose eyes had been fixed on Wallace until he vanished behind a clump of trees. "Who is he?" "Gentleman?" laughed LaHume, teeing the ball. "He's a farm labourer; old Bishop's hired man. One of his duties is to deliver milk every morning at the club house." "Indeed!" exclaimed Miss Lawrence.
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