The Clicking of Cuthbert
       As for Adeline, how shall I describe her emotions? She was stunned. Before her very eyes the stone which the builders had rejected had become the main thing, the hundred-to-one shot had walked away with the race. A rush of tender admiration for Cuthbert Banks flooded her heart. She saw that she had been all wrong. Cuthbert, whom she had always treated with a patronizing superiority, was really a man to be looked up to and worshipped. A deep, dreamy sigh shook Adeline's fragile form.     

       Half an hour later Vladimir and Cuthbert Banks rose.     

       "Goot-a-bye, Mrs. Smet-thirst," said the Celebrity. "Zank you for a most charming visit. My friend Cootaboot and me we go now to shoot a few holes. You will lend me clobs, friend Cootaboot?"     

       "Any you want."     

       "The niblicksky is what I use most. Goot-a-bye, Mrs. Smet-thirst."     

       They were moving to the door, when Cuthbert felt a light touch on his arm. Adeline was looking up at him tenderly.     

       "May I come, too, and walk round with you?"     

       Cuthbert's bosom heaved.     

       "Oh," he said, with a tremor in his voice, "that you would walk round with me for life!"     

       Her eyes met his.     

       "Perhaps," she whispered, softly, "it could be arranged."     

       "And so," (concluded the Oldest Member), "you see that golf can be of the greatest practical assistance to a man in Life's struggle. Raymond Parsloe Devine, who was no player, had to move out of the neighbourhood immediately, and is now, I believe, writing scenarios out in California for the Flicker Film Company. Adeline is married to Cuthbert, and it was only his earnest pleading which prevented her from having their eldest son christened Abe Mitchell Ribbed-Faced Mashie Banks, for she is now as keen a devotee of the great game as her husband. Those who know them say that theirs is a union so devoted, so——"     

       The Sage broke off abruptly, for the young man had rushed to the door and out into the passage. Through the open door he could hear him crying passionately to the waiter to bring back his clubs.     


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