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fTHE DOMINO DIMPLE | if By KEITH KENYOW. Nettie Richardson had two hobble©. One was Jack Price and the other gait* Although naturally athletic and §(»• ficient in most outdoor sports, thmff® was more than mere pastime in gol2 for her this year. For she had set her heart on marrying Jack, and Mile was keen enough to see that the gtri who got him would have to use drfv* ers, putters and cleeks as the keys to his heart. A match was pending, a tournament for women, and Nettie felt that to carry off the laurels on this occasion would mean much in her campaign for matrimony. With so much depending on the «► suit of Saturday’s play, Nettie was practicing. One morning, at eight, her little road car turned in at the club gate and in fifteen minutes she was out on the course. Crack! The first shot whizzed past the marker and straight up the course nearly two hundred yards. The cuddy ran on ahead and pulled out an iron for the next shot. Nettie took the iron. “Pat, who is that person just starting down number two? Is she playing?” A girl in a pink svmbonnet and a pink dress was plainly visible against the green background of the trees. The course doubled and one and two lay side by side with only a narrow strip of rough between. The other girl, coming toward tbiem, stopped and made a play. The [ball went high and far. It landed close* to Nettie and the caddy. He grinned. “I should''say she la. Dandy shot, wasn’t it?” Nettie frowned. The shot* had been too .good for comfort. The girl stopped and watched the play. Caddying for herself, iffie had her bag slung over her shoulder.. Net tie had had a good chance to see that she was pretty, very pretty, and that the pink linen dress and pink linen hat, made sunbonnet style, were nc’t the milkmaid get-up that she ha d at first supposed. Nettie seemed to have lost her power of concentration, for the rest of the morning was bad. After pdaying; 18 holes, she went home hot, tired and in a dangerous humor. But the prospect of dinner with 1 a party at Sycamore inn and a rltle home with Jack through the moon light gradually restored her spirits.* ‘Does anyone know who our new acquisition is at the club?” she asked in a conversational pause bt table. Ev eryone was interested, hut nobody knew. “I believe you mean the girl I met on the course this afternoon,” said Jack. Nettie was instantly alert. “Sho wasn’t in pink, but she was a cracker jack of a player anil a peach for looks,” he added enthusiastically. Nettie didn’t sleep and was up early practicing. An anxious week followed. She watched the score board to see if any new names had been turned in, but neither that nor the list of handi caps warned her of any formidable Antagonist to be dreaded on Saturday. But at two o’clock on Saturday,. When the players began to arrive, a. new name had been placed on the board. Katharine Hilton! j Eyebrows went up. No one knew the Hiltons were home After five years In England. y , Nettie consulted the handicap HstJ Her name was not there. “She’D get the maximum, tv,enty-four, I suppose!" “No! Miss Hilton is playing scratch. No handicap!” said Bert Morton, com ing up. “t)h. how do you do, Miss’ Hil ton? I’ll have to introduce you anew to your old friends, I see, since you’ve grownup.” r Nettie suddenly realized thart Katha rine was the pink girl and, moreover, she was paired to play with her. The scores ivere close—-in fact, at the eleventh hole the girls; were even, counting Nettie's handicap of four. Then they drove, Nettie first, then Katharine. It was dowjfi a slope ami over the creek and both lost their balls! "If I find mine,” thought Nettle, trl-* umphantly, “and sire doesn’t, It will mean an extra count for her, fiosr she’ll liave to take it over again!” Then Jack found a ball. “llere’9 one, ’ he cried, “beside these reeds, in ; good shape for a drive. Whose is it? It’s a Dimple—four black dots?” “Mine!” cried both girls together. “You must be mistaken,” said Nettid quickly. “I was playing a: new ball, four black dots, and it went down hero just where Mr. Price is standing!” “I was playing one, too!” said Kathi arine simply. “And I though t it came just about here!” “I must win!” thought Nettie. “I’m pure it’s my ball,” she insisted. Jack looked from one girl to the other—the one that he had about; de cided that he would ask to be his life mate, the other whom he had seen only a few times, but who had stormed Ids heart. A sudden notion possessed ; him, for he was impulsive. “I believe,” j he said to himself deliberately, “that \ I will marry the girl who gives up that. bali, if she will have me.” Katharine flushed at Nettle’s words, hesitated an instant, then stepped back. “Very well, please play, Miss Richardson. Here, caddy, give me another ball, please, and I’ll go back ' and take it over.” ; “The fates have decided,” breathed S : Jack. j . (Copyright, 1916, by the McClure Newspau- ’ .... per Syndicate) i WONDROUS LAND OF FLORIDA ; Famous Tarpon Springs Not Among the Least of Things That Have Made It Widely Known. The western coastal country of Florida is one of the most amazing natural color effects in the world. A land of pine and oak forests and cypress and palmetto swamp, intricate ly jigsawed and inlaid with lakes and rivers and bays, it Is a poem in green and blue, marvelously matched and blended. Dark green are the pine for ests, and darker yet the live and wa ter oaks; deep blue are the little lakes and the slow-moving streams that creep under arching tangles of forest far into the wilderness where the alligators bellow and the Tare white ibises nest. A brighter note—a glinting, fiery blue —is struck by the waters of the gulf, placid in the bright Florida sun light, rolling in easy swells to break upon a narrow, snowy beach washed immaculate by their endless laving. Within a few miles of salt water, at a point not far from Tampa bay, there is an immense spring, which has formed a pool perhaps a hundred yards wide, and of depth unknown —• soundings have never found its bot tom. At times the waters of this pool lie clear as the summer air, gradually deeping into the green shadows of its mysterious tarpon may then be seen, and they give the spring its name, The vicinity of this strange spring has always fascinated men. The aborigines have left their shell mounds all about it; and in modern times a neat little town, made up largely of winter residences, had grown up. Its banks have been parked and cemented, and it has been made a harbor for ex pensive pleasure craft. All about it are fashionable cottages and bunga lows, children play upon its beaches; lovers peer into its wonderful depths and see nothing but themselves. Far below, in its darkest crannies, the great silver tarpon still live and hunt as they have for countless centuries. SCHEME THAT WENT WRONG Probably Mr. Buggly Will Think a Long Time Before He Attempt# to Fool Wife Again. On his way to the 800 & Buggly pen wiper factory, Jacques Buggly stopped in at the ladies’ tailoring establish ment of Simon Weeve, his old friend and schoolmate, remarks the Detroit Free Press. “My wife will come in for a new suit today,” he told Simon Wpeve. "At last I’ve persuaded her that her 1905 bur ’ lap suit is no longer fit to be seen in jnflii.'lic. “You know how my wife is, Simon. Alth ough w r e are rich today, she can’t overcame the habits she contracted when v were poor and struggling. So I know won’t buy anything worth wearing tt’day unless she thinks she’s getting a g. ’cat bargailn. I want you to offer her sffijt like that sooo one in the window for £4.50 add send me a bill for the balVmcf?.’ v Late that aftei'woo’o Bugg ly fluttered into her hnstiqnd’s office in a green cheesei’Joth suit worth at least S.SO. “What do you think, she cried. “I vwrlced a fine strode of econ omy. I made Mr. Weeve Bell me a suif for $4 that he wanted $4.50 .VT and half an hour latter, when Mrs. iViddly saw It on me .and learned the /jrioe, she offered me isll. And I went right away into Levy & Deecy’s and boug’hf this for $1.89, and then went to Mrs.' Twiddly’s house and changed! What would you do wfl hout me, dear?” ; But her husband had slid into the waste paper basket. Monoclonicuis Mounted. - The American Itfuseum of Natural History has just mounted the boi>e H of the monocloniou s, a creature which/ if alive today, would pass the 3,000,000 year mark. It on ce roamed through the then tropical glades of Alberta. Canada. With gqyantic head, a no table feature, doulde rooted teeth, a small tail and a [beak suggesting a turtle, this strange creature remained in its stone mausoleum dntil found one day by Barnum Bnown, explorer and fossil Irunter. The ffionoclonious had five toes on its front and hind feet, with hoofs on three inner toes of the hind feet. Its greatt skull was five feet long, with a boOd scalloped frill, a short horn over each eye and a long sha’rp horn ah<>ve the nose. The mouth was covered with a horny sheath, which enabled It to clop her bage. On each jaw and back of the beak w»ere two vertical rows of double teeth. . n i . .-c ■ - V S s Peculiar Fish. ~ Some remarkable fish were on view recently at the annual exhibition of the Aquarium sodiety of New York. Among the collection was one called the African butterfly ffch, which has wing shaped fins that enabled it to skim li fce a hydroplane- over the s ur face of the water for twenty feet or so. Th pn there Is the Climbing perch, a fish i that walks on ifcand. With its scallop* d, saw edged giGs it climbs/ on terr a firma from one pond to an other * hiring the dry season. Others are the guppi of Venezwefca and a fish that b’ oilds nests of rtir bubbles that float o n top of the vpater. ' Snow White Quafril. Tn r£t flock of quail north-of the Cal loway ; canal, on the Oe<yrge Wear farm, near Bakersfield, Cal. T - there are six v rhite quail, snow white. A year ago there was one white bird in the fio- k . but this season the number has beer swelled by five. —•— * T V” - * 11 ■ m WHEN THEY PLAYED CROQUET Writer Tells About the Game That fas cinated the Young People of His Generation. In this age I fear everybody lias nearly forgotten about the dear old fashioned game of croquet. I remem ber the time back home when it was the thing, says a writer in the Jack sonville (Fla.) Times-Union. Why, we used to gather over at Cheatham’s hotel on a fine afternoon round at the shady side, and we vil lage lads and lassies were in our glory. Knock went the mallet against the ball, and we waited breathless for the bali to roll through the wicket. Ah, such moments the excitement was intense. Every eye was fixed upon the result of the stroke and we thought the whole world was interested. By crickety, we were some pumpkins, I tell you, at the old game. We didn’t know anything about your modern baseball games, nor football games, nor polo, nor hockey, nor golf, nor motor-boat racing, nor motor-car rac ing, nor horse racing. No, we didn't care anything about knowing, I bet you. As long as Susie Green was my partner and we beat the other side, we didn’t care whether school kept or not. All we knew was that the game was exciting to us, and the birds sang for sheer joy in the magnolias and the roses nodded from the old front porch. The long, long days of youth were ours and no business cares infested our world o’ dreams. The old croquet game! * It would seem pretty tame to you of this fast age and you would chuckle and make fun of our enthusiasm, but we were happy, for we didn’t know any better. ORIGIN OF THE NECK RUFF Said to Have Been Devised by a Span Ish Princess for a Very Par ticular Reason. It Is said that the neck ruff, the son worn by Queen Elizabeth, which inn. be considered as the ancestor of nios of the modern starched muslin neck wear, was devised by a Spanish prin cess to cover a scar or blemish on hm neck. 0 These dainty articles of apparel were considered a tremendous extrav agance when they were first intro duced into England. For they couhi not be worn after washing. England knew nothing of the art of starching and the starched muslin was imported from the continent. Later some clever person, on th lookout for a new vocation, took les sons in starching, and set up a starch ing shop in London. Even then starched neckwear was considered a vanity. Philip Stubbes, who wrote many clever and satirical words anent the fashion of his day—and published his writing, in of starch as the “devfl’r liquor.” In those days, as in these, the collar that flared high and wide at the bad; of the neck was held out with sup portasses or underprops of wire, cov ered with gold thread, silver or silk. Gets Bible Lost in War. Romance that seems like fiction at tended the restoration of the old Bibi lost by Rev. Dr. Thomas R. Markka u d£ New Orleans, La., to the owner Mrs. Carrie E. Kirschmann of Read ing, Pa., had the book for many years but never knew until a few days ag t(f whom it belonged. There was ii name in it, but no address. Doctor Markham was chaplain gen eral of the Confederate veterans’ or ganlzation for many years. He servo-1 throughout the Civil war In the Cor federate army and lost the book on a battlefield. It was picked up by a north ern soldier, and 12 years after the war Mrs. Kirse'hmann'is father bought a lot of old books at auction, The Mark ham Bible was in the collection, Recently Mrs. Kirschmann visited ( Nev > Orleans. While there she m tende*.' a wedding in Lafayette Presby terian ( ->reh, and asked the name a I the clergyn. VlJo officiating. She was sm prised to heai' name ai ' ham, the same a'* 1,1 home, and commun.’ 0 ' ’with Doctor Markham. When Kilts Are Dangerous. A Scotch Highlander, in the Walker hospital, Fraserburgh, states that ai the ba:tle of Loos his regiment and several others of the Scottish division, advanced to the attack with practi cally nothing on them except th«’ii shirts. The reason for so doing wst*- that, in getting to the Germans win entanglements, their kilts were torn to pieces, and impeded their progress. Another military patient at the? hos pitai was one of the twelve men blown Into a dug-out by a shell ex plosion. The roof collapsed and en tombed them, and they lay there un conscious for seven hours before their comrades could effect their rescue. Used Same Shoes 17 Years. Using one pair of shoes for 17 years without repairs Mrs. Nathan Messick of Georgetown, Del., declares slie has the oldest pair of shoes ih continued use in the country. Seventeen years ago she purchased the shoes from William G. Bryan, who kept a crossroads store between Georgetown and Laurel. Since that time Mrs. Messick can recall few Sun days when she has not worn then?, which means their employment for 88-i days, or nearly two years and a half of solid use. Mrs. Messick prizes the shoes high!;, and from appearances declares they will last h-.-r five or six vears more. M. T. HENDERSON Contracter & Builder. Plans, Specifications and Estimates furnished for any! kind of Construction, ALL WORK GUARANTEED ACCURATE AND RELIABLE. References furnished upon request. M. T. HENDERSON. P. 0. Box 235. Holbrook, Ariz. FOR SALE OR TRADE. Registered and High Grade Ho/steins, Cows and Heifers, fresh and coming fresh. We also have 40 or 50 young Shoats, weighing 150 to 175 lbs which we will butcher and deliv er on orders. A. C. & C. F. QUAYLE, Winslow, Arizona. Leon Schmitz, Flione 77 15, PAINTING Paper- Hanging. Sign Writer. Geo. Cosby, ! General Mason and Contractor. MANTELS A SPECIALTY. Address Box 315. START THE NEW YEAR Rid. If you are not already a subscriber for the Winslow Mail it is time you were, and the new year is the time to start. If you are a subscriber, why not sub scribe for a copy for the folks back home, which will be the same as a weekly letter for them. Let them know what kind of a town you are living in. Get the habit of patronizing home in dustries, not alone for your merchandise, but for your printing. The Winslow Mail is just as well equipped to do job work as any print shop in Northern Arizona. Why send the work out of town? 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