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"Thinking," said Corbett. "I don't your life; and he is so constituted that he doubt for a minute that if I could get my sees the events of last month through a man out here, let him look over the land, golden haze. If he made a certain hole in investigate values, and all that, he 'd help seven, he 'll estimate that if he'd putted us out-at a profit to himself. Of course another inch to the right, he 'd have been I can't say what he would do, but I think down in six. Morally he's sure it was he'd be willing to give us cash and take six. Fine! Then a little later he 'll rea bond and mortgage. Perhaps he'd even member that his drive was a few yards in buy the property outright and keep on the rough, and it cost him a stroke to get leasing it to us. It 's only a chance—" out. If his drive had been straight, he 'd

"Then why have n't you done some- have saved the stroke. Good! He knows thing about it?"

he could have made a five instead of a six Corbett grinned in deprecation.

if he'd tried a little harder. Morally at "He plays golf."

least a five. Then if his approach had "Well, is n't that all the better?" been thirty yards farther-you ought to

"Hardly. Let me explain. Cuyler - get the idea by this time. I 've played that 's the man's name-Cuyler 's sixty- Montclair with him when he made a hunseven years old. He took


dred and twenty-one; two weeks afteryears ago. Up to that time he could n't

ward it was ninety-nine; about this time even talk about it intelligently; to-day his he 'll say he did Montclair in eighty-three, improvement is inconceivable.”

and he 'll describe every stroke in detail !" "Plays well, does he?"

"He 's on the road to be a regular "No," said Corbett; "talks. Honestly, player," said Bowker. he could give Jerry Travers two adjec- "To continue. He recites these things tives a hole, and beat him without half and then goes out, and for three or four trying. You listen to him before he goes holes he 'll put in a string of alibis that 'll out or after he comes back, and


stagger you. Then when he sees that it think he broke the course record. But in won't do-sky-high! What he 'll say or the meantime-"

what he 'll do is beyond me to imagine. “Yes?"

I 'll tell you this much: he invests in a “I've played this game for a good many good many schemes, he plays a good deal years," said Corbett, "and I 've seen some of golf, but there is n't a case on record wonderful exhibitions. I've seen men when he was sold on the links. It can't lose their tempers, and I 've seen them be done. Furthermore, he 's never yet break their clubs. I've heard some alibis done business with a man he played with that would have given Ananias material beforehand. He 's too much chagrined for another couple of centuries. But and mortified and full of conscience. And when John Cuyler gets up to the tee- certainly he would n't consider buying this well, it 's a new chapter.”

golf property without playing here. If he Still, I don't see your argument.” does, and if he plays his best game, he won't

"If I brought him out here,” explained better a hundred and twenty, because this Corbett, patiently, “he 'd have to be enter- is the stiffest course in the district. Durtained. He's been a big man, an impor- ing the round he 'll say some things that 'll tant man; he 's always had attention, and stop business right there. I know. Why, he loves it. There 'd have to be a lunch- we were playing Montclair with a man eon before the game--incidentally, he who thought he was persuading Cuyler to never plays in the morning. If he were n't come in with him on a scheme which would, entertained, he 'd never forget it; so that and eventually did, net three hundred per it would n't do to prejudice him unfavor- cent. Before we got off, Cuyler talked in ably before the start. All right. During the low eighties. He was twenty-nine for luncheon he'd begin to talk. He'd talk four holes. On the fifth he accused the some of the best golf you ever heard in other man of sneezing so as to spoil a


putt, and it was all over. Now, that 's Bowker recognized the truth of the presithe only chance I have. Remember, dent's description of him. He was a short, we 're not asking for a loan of personalty ; stout man, forceful and incisive; his manwe want cash. If you want to risk your ner invited, and yet defied, contradiction. peace of mind, I 'll risk mine, and we 'll “A pretty course

a pretty course from have him out here,”

up here," he began. “Looks too easy, "If he happened to have some luck," though; not enough trouble. Par seventysaid Horton, slowly, "it would n't hurt two? That 's fair enough. Suppose you us, would it?"

young fellows crack eighty right along. "We might use the ladies' tees," added I'm not in your class; I 'm satisfied with Bowker. “That would cut ten strokes off eighty-five or so. Bob, did you hear I 've his score."

got to quit?" “What 's the best he's ever done?"

"Not golf?" inquired Corbett. "Why, a hundred and four or five.” “Yes, sir; doctors say so.

Say it 's “That 's at least a hundred and twenty hurting me.

hurting me. I can't see it, but I look at on this course,” said Horton.

it this way: what do they gain by making "A hundred and ten from the short me quit? Answer, nothing at all. Can't tees, though,” persisted Bowker.

be inercenary. Next reason, I 'm not fool Corbett, who had been drumming on enough to pay a doctor-best doctor in the table with his fountain-pen, suddenly the world - thirteen or fourteen hundred ceased.

a year for advice, and then not take it. So “Wait a second.”

pretty soon I 'll have to stop." "A mortal thought, is it?"

Bowker kicked Horton under the table. "Possibly. I wonder—"

"Er-you'll be glad to have played “Don't disturb him!” said Horton. Warwick," said Horton, desperately.

Corbett brought his hand in startling "I dare say, sir. Heard a lot about it; contact with the champion's knee.

very hard, they say. Long carries." "I've got it!"

“Corbett tells us you 're a long driver, “I realize that; you did n't need to though,” remarked Bowker. flatten it out entirely."

"Very long at times, very long indeed. “No, listen! All we need is a thousand Out at Montclair I was driving well-redollars and three weeks' time—”

member it, Bob?" "I'll contribute the time," said Bow- "You surely were," said Corbett. ker.

"What was it I made? Eighty-nine, I The president beamed beatifically upon think. It was a bad day, extremely bad. them.

It 's an easy course; ought to have been “Both of you be here at nine o'clock eighty-one or two. I 'm likely to play Monday morning without fail. By the very well or very badly, gentlemen. Don't way, how much confidence do you think be alarmed whatever happens. If I'm on the club has in me?"

my game, I may give you a rub." "All there is. Why?"

"A great many good players do poorly "Because on Sunday night," stated the first time around Warwick," said CorCorbett, "the club-house and the links bett, gravely. "There's no doubt that close up tight for three weeks by virtue of it 's the hardest course in the East, anythe authority vested in me- — for the good way.” of the people and all that sort of thing. “Let 's be at it!” said Cuyler, impaThe club-house and course will close for tiently. three solid weeks, and I don't intend to As the quartet emerged from the clubgive anybody any reasons."

house, the capitalist paused.

"How much of this is yours?" he From the moment that they sat down to queried. lunch with Mr. Cuyler both Horton and “Over two hundred acres. The land



across the road is held at three thousand seconds. "Well, that 's a shot any lady 'd an acre, but of course, that 's developed.” be proud of."

"Looks like a good buy. We 'll talk "Lady!” said Bowker. “You 're halfbusiness later, Bob. It 's better than I way to the green !” expected. Would n't mind having it in “No!” my own family. Well, where do we be- "Look at it! It did n't carry far, but

it must have rolled a hundred and fifty “The first hole,” said Horton, “is just yards." over the brow of the first hill. You have "I don't know what it is," said Mr. a card, have n't you?”

Cuyler, speaking gently, in order that "Thanks. Three hundred and ninety Corbett would not overhear him, “but yards. How far does that rough go?" usually I get an enormous roll on the ball.

"A hundred and eighty. It is n't the Have n't the least idea what does it. Somesort of rough you 're probably used to; it's thing I do to it, I suppose." ” simply good grass about four inches high," "You keep on hitting 'em the same cautioned Horton.

way," said Horton, sagely, “and you 'll

" "Shoot!" said Mr. Cuyler.

make a good score.” The champion drove prettily; Corbett "It 's a fearful handicap; I don't know and Bowker followed; the capitalist stood the distances,” said Mr. Cuyler. “Play to on the tee and waved his driver threaten- left or right of the green?" ingly.

“Left, by all means, and well to the “I have n't had a club in my hands for left." nineteen days,” he said, "and my hands Mr. Cuyler sliced thirty degrees to the are cold. Never mind; I 'll scratch along right. somehow." He drove clear across the "I knew it," he said bitterly. "The taller grass, and was delighted to find his caddy stood just where I could see him ball within twenty yards of Horton's. out of the tail of my eye. Boy, are you on

“Beautiful drive, Mr. Cuyler," said exhibition ? Did you mark that ball? Bowker in his ear. “Horton 's champion Know where it is?” He went forward, of the club,—handicapped four in the na- elucidating the caddy's pedigree to him as tional,- and he hit his ball perfectly, too.” he went. The others played up to the

“Oh, I get 'em off now and then. green; Mr. Cuyler found himself hole Brassy, boy!" He topped it badly, but the high, in grass to his shoe-tops. "If I only ball rolled to the summit of the little hill, had a mashy-niblick," he accused the and dipped toward the hollow.

caddy. “This thing is n't balanced right. "On!" called Horton. "Good shot!" “!

He chipped out to the green, They all made fours; as they proceeded and took two putts; and overcome by the to the second tee, Mr. Cuyler was moved realization that his score was good, he to eloquence.

regarded the ball for several seconds and “Any man who takes more than four on stole furtive glances at his partners. Once that hole," he said, "ought to be put off he made as though to speak to Corbett, the course.

Three hundred and ninety but chose the part of discretion, and enyards is a short hole. I could have made deavored to look diffident. it with a drive and a mashy. Can't expect “Did you see him play his third?” said to use the right clubs when I don't know Horton to Bowker, very loudly. “He where the flag is.”. He imbedded his ball talks about playing in the eighties. I don't in an immense cone of sand. “Don't sup- believe he ever made an eighty in his life; pose any of you brought a pair of gloves? he makes seventies.” The capitalist, who Well, never mind; only it ends me. Can't had started angrily, became calmer at the hold on to a club without 'em; it turns conclusion of the last sentence. right over in my hand.” He lunged pow- “I should have been on in two,” he aserfully, and surveyed the result for several serted, still holding Corbett with his eye.

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He went forward, elucidating the caddy's pedigree to him as he went”

"Absolutely threw away a stroke. My four. Well, I 'm one over four for two regular game, though-throw away one holes. Where 's the next one?" stroke every hole. Well, I got a five; They showed it to him. On the right, should have been a four. I was saying, if parallel with the line, ran a row of trees I had a mashy-niblick I'd have had a cunningly planted in echelon; on the left, way ahead.

a boundary wall of jagged stones. Curl- second brook. There was a silver splash ing delicately around the green, a brook in the sunshine, a dot of white on the fairoffered lodging to any transient ball which left the straightest route or overran. Be- Out, by George !" breathed Bowker. tween this and the tee lay luxuriant grass “You hit that hard,” said Horton. that was evidently meant to be retentive. “Right on your drive to-day,” said

"Not having had a club in my hands for Corbett. nineteen days,” said Mr. Cuyler, “I may The capitalist faced them frowningly. not make it. I see you 've got to land on "I don't know what it is," he admitted ; the green, and stick. I may not do it; "it's beyond me. No matter how I hit probably I won't." He did n't; but the 'em, they go! I must put something on ball bobbed and bobbed until at last it the ball.” He clipped the heads from a trickled within a dozen feet of the hole pair of misplaced daisies. “It was the and came to rest. He looked at the divot follow through that saved me,” he rehe had slashed; he examined critically the ported. “The shot was rotten -all but head of his driver. "Little muscular the follow through. That saved it. That strain in my shoulder," he confessed. always comes when I need it. And it 's "Had a touch of neuritis last night. It 's funny, because I don't feel like playing a wonder I can get 'em off the ground." golf to-day. I don't believe I slept three

"If there had n't been power behind hours last night." He followed the fight it," said Bowker, "you would n't have. of Horton's ball, a perfectly straight, That 's what got you through.” He clean drive which escaped the water pitched squarely on the flag; the ball hazard by the barest of margins. "How bounded into the brook.

far do, you estimate that shot?” he de"You hesitate at the top of your swing, manded. said Mr. Cuyler. "You 'll pardon me for “He averaged two hundred and thirty saying so, but it 's very noticeable.” He off the tee in the championship,” said marched dignifiedly down to his ball, and Corbett. took three skittish putts. “One over four "My reason for asking," said Mr. for three holes,” he stated, fighting down Cuyler, smiling a trifle cynically as Bowhis pride. “If your course has correct ar- ker pulled into trouble, “is that I wonchitecture, the next hole ought to be a long dered how far mine went. I think I could one.”

do better if my shoulders were n't so stiff "Five hundred and thirty yards," said with neuritis." He topped savagely, and Corbett. “You want to clear the brook analyzed the effort with a wealth of on your drive, that 's all.”

imagery. His third attempt was success"He'd better play safe," objected Bow- ful enough to justify a putter on the ker.

fourth. “Down in five,” he announced, Mr. Cuyler addressed his ball gingerly. beaming rapturously and breathing hard. His hands trembled, and his shoulders "Four," said Horton. sagged limply. His mouth was firmly set; "Four," said Corbett. his eyes

showed indomitable resolution, “Six," said Bowker. mixed with unholy fear.

"I am almost sorry," proclaimed the "If you gentlemen will stop talking,” capitalist, drying the moisture from his he mumbled. "It throws me off; it al- clammy hands, "that I 'm starting so well. ways throws me off.” In his anxiety he Of course it 's nothing extraordinary, but touched the ball, so that it toppled from I seem to be one over par for four holes. its nest of sand. "There!” he snapped. It 's too good; it distresses me. Ought “That 's what I get for it! Took my not to keep medal scores at all — that 's my mind off it! Enough to rattle anybody. theory. Now I 'll probably press; natural It makes you stiffen up-and—” Here for anybody. I wish I had n't lost a stroke he drove with admirable precision into the on the second ; I'd be even with par.”


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