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“Steady as a church,” said Corbett. "Where?" he inquired weakly. They

"Only one mistake in four holes," said indicated a yellow Aag which, to his disBowker.

ordered fancy, marked a hill at least a "I thought I was a long driver," said mile and a half to westward.

"My Horton, aggrievedly, "but you 're right wrists have gone back on me," he mutwith me every shot.”

tered. “Broke one of 'em a few years ago. Mr. Cuyler stared at the lofty hill They 've gone back; afraid to hit a ball which confronted him.

any more. If I try to spare it, I 'll Aluff it. “There 's one thing about it,” he pro- Hardest shot for anybody in the world 's claimed through chattering teeth. "I –

" a spared shot." The mere weight of the I 've got nerve enough, but against this club carried the ball out in soaring Aight; wind, with a heavy ball — well, it 's all in Mr. Cuyler sat down on the tee-box and the day's work. What difference does it mopped his glistening countenance. His make?"

expression, as he looked at Corbett, was "Not the least," Bowker assured him the harbinger of speech, but he thought heartily. "We all play for the fun of it." better of it, and kept silence, although the

Here Mr. Cuyler hooked viciously; al- effort must have tortured him. most before the club-head had passed the “Bully!” said Bowker. “You 'll be unball he was scrutinizing it with every der forty for nine holes !" symptom of apoplexy.

“Oh, no I won't. You don't know me. "Oh, the idiots!” he rasped. "The You're a young man. I can't climb miserable, lying, cheating, swindling around these hills; all out of breath when idiots! Look! Look at that! Feel of I come to my second shot. I'll miss it that club! It 's new; just had it made.

sure." Took it out of the bag to-day for the first He topped it, but it rolled miraculously time. Feel where the balance is! There's

to the green.

He putted, and the ball two ounces too much lead back there. sank with a gratifying tinkle. Feel it turn over of its own weight at the "Three for me," he said, fumbling for top of the swing! The idea of trying to the card and dropping his pencil. "Three, play golf with a stuffed mallet like that! and it 's a par four! It 's three hundred Now I 'm mad! I 'll tell you exactly and sixty yards; it 's uphill —a birdie what 'll happen: I 'll dub every shot from three. I 'm one over four for six holes.” here to the finish. Watch me!”.

He stretched his arms wide, and inhaled Accordingly, they watched him dub deeply. "Gad! what a wonderful course!" two of them, and run down an approach he said. "A wonderful course! It 's the putt for a par four.

hardest in the metropolitan district, “That 's the principle of it,” praised everybody says so, -and I 'm one over Bowker.

four for six holes! Did n't expect me to “Good recovery, Mr. Cuyler !” said be going so strong, did you? Where 's Horton.

the next? Where's the seventh ?" "You can't beat him,” declared Corbett. "Foot of the hill," Bowker told him.

But the capitalist was shaking from “Long, but very easy. All you have to do head to foot. Despite his theory, he had is swipe it; she'll roll indefinitely." requisitioned a card from his caddy, and Obediently, Mr. Cuyler swiped it. He recorded his own score; twice, as he was caught the ball on the toe of the club; it making the entries, the pasteboard Aut- glanced to the right, found the slope, and tered from his palsied fingers.

leaped amazingly downward. Mr. Cuy"Four," he whispered. “One over

ler, posing rigidly in the attitude in which four, one over four, two over four, two all experts are photographed, waited until over four. I 'm two over four for five his muscles ached. holes.”

"Foundered,” he said, “but it rolled. "Your shot, Mr. Cuyler."

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reaching the tenth, which was guarded by The other three all outdrove him, but another of the Inness brooks and by a his soul was beyond envy. He found his semicircle of trees. ball in a hanging lie. Wild-eyed and “Almost wish I had n't said I 'd play,” panting, he sclaffed badly; but it was be- the man of money told them. “Sat too yond his power to nullify the influence of long in the house ; got cold.” Thus armed

; a twenty-per-cent. grade, and he had a with a reasonable excuse, he drove almost short putt for a three. The ball hung on at right angles to the course. the lip of the cup; Mr. Cuyler whirled "Too bad!" said Horton, sorrowfully. toward his caddy.

“You bet it 's too bad,” murmured Cor“There you go again!” he roared. bett. “You coughed ! You do that

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plained Mr. Cuyler. "Serves me right; In!" cried Bowker behind him.

ought to have had more sense. Now I “What? Did it go down?”

can't relax in the swing.” He took four “It fiddled around and then dropped. shots in the rough, gouged four tremenLook in the cup!"

dous clots of sod, approached execrably, “A three for Mr. Cuyler,” said Hor- putted miserably, and was down in nine. ton, noting it.

His subsequent monologue was illuminat"Even fours to here," commented Cor- ing. The three conspirators stole covert bett. “That 's remarkable, especially for glances at one another as they walked to a man who never saw the place before the eleventh tee. to-day.”

“We think we 're extravagant if we “But I 'm so at that caddy,” play for a ball a hole," whispered Corbett growled Mr. Cuyler, "I 'm likely to go all to Bowker. "It 's possible that we played to pieces any minute. Just my luck, any- the tenth for half a million-and lost!" way. Wish I 'd had some gloves. Well, "Give him a chance!" said Bowker, now for a short slice and a merry one! mirthlessly. Take me ten strokes now, I suppose ; The eleventh was rated on the card as lucky if I get around under fifty."

a par five; Mr. Cuyler, assisted by a flat As a matter of fact, he finished the stone at the root of a tree, accomplished it first nine holes in thirty-seven, and took in seven, broke his putter over his knee, stimulants more from necessity than from and kicked his tweed hat into the brook. inclination.

"Now I 've strained my thumb!” he It was an hour before they could per- said pathetically. “Never mind; come suade him back to the course.

ahead! Everything breaks against me. I "I 'm satisfied," he said. "You gentle- don't care; I play for the fun of it. It men go ahead. I'm tired now;

I'd keeps me out in the open air. If that probably hold you back. I'm tired. Nine caddy eats another apple as loudly as he holes is plenty for an old man, anyway.” did the last one, I 'll brain him.'

"Not by the wildest stretch of the imag- The twelfth was a simple iron shot; he ination,” said Horton, gallantly, "can a played it perfectly, got his three, and man be considered old when he can go out smiled wearily. in thirty-seven at Warwick!"

"Nineteen for three holes," he observed. Eventually they led him out, and again "Great golf! One over six! And now he paused to admire the landscape.

I 've got to putt with a cleik!" “What rent do you pay?” he asked. “Lend you my putter,” said three voices "Twenty thousand," said Corbett. in unison.

“I should want thirty; that 's six per He shook his head. cent. on the investment. Where's the

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No use, anyway. I 'm done. next hole?"

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time in my life I ever had a stimulant be- balloon.” Nevertheless, he brought off tween rounds. No chance now. Is this another shot which Horton characterized a long one?"

as perfect. An approach and two putts "Straight out," said Horton, and a mo- gave him his five. ment later he added: “That 's absolutely The fourteenth tee was on the edge of perfect. Two degrees off that line, and a sickening swamp, inhabited by bullfrogs you 'd have been either out of bounds or that croaked malevolently. Once more a in the rough."

battery of trees was placed to penalize a "But-but that was a hook!"

slice; on the left an artistic rockery glinted "Exactly. Placed perfectly."

in the sun. "But I was playing off to the right "If those darned frogs would keep more!"

quiet," said Mr. Cuyler, warmly, "per"You were standing just as I 'm going haps I could give some attention to this to. I'd have told you if you were n't.” ball. How far is it across the Gulf of

“It may be all right,” said Mr. Cuyler, Mexico ?” mournfully, "but if I 've got to play these "A good, full shot." holes without even knowing where I 'm "And a good, full shot is something a to shoot, I'll be so muddled I can't hit a man of seventy-I 'm nearly seventy

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could n't make to save his life. Well, here a guest here" Choking incontinently, goes. If I miss it, somebody 'll have to he slashed at the ball, and saw it disappear lend me a dredge!" He drove neatly over a near-by ridge. “Is it safe?” he across the

swamp; the ball rolled easily to asked anxiously. the green.

One after the other, Corbett, "Could n't be better." Bowker, Horton topped among the frogs. “You really should n't disturb a man

"Twenty-seven for five holes," said Mr. who 's driving, you know.” Cuyler, tremulously, "and I beat all three "We 're very sorry, Mr. Cuyler.” of you! Are there any more Everglades, "I 'm going badly enough as it is withor do you play the rest of the way on dry out being disturbed." land? Say, I 'm shivering! This place "You 're doing excellently." is n't malarial, is it?"

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need is a four to be even fives bett; "but this time it 's shorter. Don't for this round.” take any chances. Use a high tee, and "Yes, but the way to have a man get slam it."

fours is n't to touch up his nerves until Mr. Cuyler annihilated him with a sin- they 're all on edge." In evident irritagle glance.

tion he topped two brassy shots; the sec"If there 's anything that puts me off ond was a yard from the green. my game quicker than anything else," he “Play it safe!” said Corbett, unthinklectured, “it 's to have a man advise me. ing. I wish you had n't said that. From my Mr. Cuyler, gritting his teeth, struck friends I want friendship only; when I blindly with his mashy, and the ball ran need advice, I go to a professional.” unerringly to the cup and dropped. He While the trio stood motionless, agonized, looked at the cup, looked at Corbett, he drove a dead, high ball, which missed opened his mouth, closed it again, and said the water by an eyelash, and permitted nothing. him to make his four even with a poor “Fives !” said Horton, jubilantly. “You second shot. "You pretty nearly made me need two fours for an eighty !” spoil that hole," he said severely. "I beg The capitalist went through the moof you, don't do it again.”

tions of addressing, but his legs shook, and Bowker and Corbett were shaking in the waggle he could n't bring the face hands when the capitalist, in the act of of his driver within six inches of the ball. driving, turned. quickly upon them.

“How-how far is it?" he faltered. "Confound it!" he said wrathfully. "Four hundred and twenty-five-a good “What are you two trying to do? Do four." you want to throw me off my game? His face was ashen, and his mouth was Can't anybody in this whole crowd stand working grotesquely as he swung. He still when I 'm going to shoot?”

heeled the ball ; it wandered casually down “I 'm sorry,” said Corbett, hastily. a gentle slope, and found a cozy seat in

"You ought to be!" He returned to a boot-mark. the ball. "Confound it!" he repeated. “All over,” he said. “I 'm all through. "Something 's wrong every hole. First Did the best I could ; too much for me. it 's a caddy, and then it is n't. You've I don't believe I can even lift the club." got me shaking like a convict. Look at "Try!" begged Horton. me!”

Indeed, his hands were strikingly un- "No, it 's too late! I wasted two steady.

strokes in the first nine; they'd have “There 's no hurry," soothed Horton. helped me here! It 's too late now." He "Take your time, Mr. Cuyler.”

swung half-heartedly. “Oh, another counselor!” He breathed "Only one more !” urged Bowker at his hard, and swung his club. “If I were n't elbow. "Just an ordinary iron. Get a

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five here and a three on the home hole, “Don't hurry! Lots of time!" and you 'll still have your eighty."

“Get his club in line, Corbett!" “No, I never have any luck.” He could "It 's in line now.' hardly hold the club the caddy gave him; "For Heaven's sake! that 's a deephe stared at it stupidly; when he finally faced mashy he's got!” used it, the stroke was feeble, unorthodox, "That 's fair enough ; let it alone!" clumsy, and yet effective. It left him so "Don't let him hit it too hard !” close to the hole that he went down in "No; just easy, Mr. Cuyler! Take two two putts, one of a foot, the other of two for it!" inches; and he remained crouching until "Now putt!" Corbett took him tenderly by the arm and Mr. Cuyler putted with a potent shove. escorted him to the last tee.

The ball, traveling swiftly, struck the “Lots of nerve, Mr. Cuyler," he en- back of the tin, hopped nimbly upward, couraged. “It 's only a hundred and sixty and was abruptly swallowed by the metalyards. Just hit it cleanly; that 's all you lic haven of victory. need. Don't bother about the brook or "Seventy-nine!" gasped Horton, falling anything else. Just one more hole, please! recumbent upon the turf. That made it You 've done magnificently. I know you unanimous. 're tired, but you'll want to remember It was eight o'clock before the guest of this. Take a few practice swings."

honor had recovered sufficiently to be Bowker, who had been talking violently helped into the private dining-room; and to Horton, joined them, and stepped on it was ten o'clock before he was able to Corbett's toe.

return thanks for the initial toast. "They 've changed the hole, Mr. Cuy- "Boys,” he said, “it was a fine day. ler," he said. “It 's only about a hundred I 'm glad it was, because it 's my last. I yards. Take a wooden club, and merely guess the doctors were right. My heart tap it. You can't fall down now.”

won't stand it. I 'm sorry, because if I "Never mind about the practice swings; had time to practise, I might be pretty let him drive!" warned Horton. “Hurry good. !

good. It is n't usual to drag business into up! Speed! Make him shoot, or he 'll pleasure, but I'm going to this time. Bob faint!"

Corbett here has been trying to get me Mr. Cuyler regarded his driver dispas- interested in the club property. It looks sionately.

good to me-as an investment, I mean. I "You know," he said almost inaudibly, understand you 've been in danger of los“I'm an old man- little bit of vertigo. ing your club. That won't happen. It 's If I'd had my gloves with meand my a lovely club; it 's the best and the hardregular putter-"

est course I ever played over. I made my There was a click of wood against rub- best score on it, and I had a couple of bad ber; three men shaded their eyes. Horton holes, too. Some of your holes are too emitted a yell of triumph, and without de- short, but you 've got to play 'em with laying to play his own ball, dashed for deadly accuracy. That 's how I made my the green. Corbett and Bowker had the score to-day-I was deadly accurate. capitalist between them; they guided him Well, it 's too lovely a club to let go by . carefully over the tiny foot-bridge, set him default. So I 'm going to take it over, firmly in position, gave him a club-any and lease it to you for a term of years. club!

All I ask from you, to please an old man's "Two putts, Mr. Cuyler!"

vanity, is your affidavits about my card. Don't try to sink it; get near the hole.” You 'll do that, won't you?”

“Play it right for here-- where my hand “Certainly we will,” said Bowker, clearis now. Easy!"

ing his throat. "Is it-is it absolutely “Not too hard, whatever you do! It 's definite that you 're through with golf?" a fast green!"

"Absolutely."

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