Greenbrier independent. [volume] (Lewisburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1980, 1896-02-20
Welded TO GOLF.

into the green fields and up the banks of
the Tay, but as the summer died and
autumn reigned supreme he was sensi-
bic Of n change for the better.
Now, let it be known that John was
a crack golfer, and as he lay racked with
pain his mind often wandered up the
Inch, and he would count his imaginary
strokes rs he wended his way from hole
to hole.
Early i'll August he had recovered so
far as to be able to take turn round
the doors, but he soon got tired and
was glad to return to his armchair by
the fireside.
1t was, therefore, surprise-in more
ways than one-to his guide wife when,
one Sunday morning toward the end of
August, he rose between 8 and 6 O'Clock
and said he was going a round of the
golf course.
John McLennan," said his aston
ished wife, are yo mad? Dye ken this
is the Lords day? An you an elder O.
the kirk"
Nance" said John quietly, as he
got his sticks ready, I'm weel aware
o what day this is, an l ken I'm an
elder o the kirk, but, wumman, I'm
decln for game, an we may never haC
anlther mOrnin like this. Besides, surely
it'll no. be cOuntit a sin to play n bit
hole or twa sac early i'll the mornin,
when very few, if ony, folk IL be ABBOTT ~
Mrs. Mel rruan said no more, and
John awOkc Bobbfe. his eldest son,
whose usual Job was to carry the clubs.
He was his Ether's only "caddie "
look that way. Yer fathers neither
daft nor bad. Sac come ava"
And out they went. They reached the
teeing ground as o'clock chimed on ST.
Johns.
moo, Bobbie, max fine tee; no.
owre high, ye ken. That's fine. Keep
yer cen on the ba', i'll case dinna
seed. Nae flags the day, ye ken-Sab.
bath. Wheest -
Whack
'Thcre ye are. No bad drive for
ma an newly aft a sckbcd."
Father" said Bobbe as he looked
timidly around, "whut'n We dae if We
meet onybody?"
'Juist draw my bonnet doom like
that. Wild We ken yer ain father moo if
ye met him:"
And Bobbie acknowledged that he
wouldn't.
Every wccl Dinna speak ony mair
ABBOTT mectin folk. But here we are.
Gie's my cleek."
Crack!
"Yc're on the green, father, in twa, "
said Bobbio proudly. YEN dae that
hole in three.
IN try, laddle; III try" said John,
"but doot I'm owre shaky. Hoover,
gie's my putter. STEADY In Mark that
doom. Hiy ye ap2ncil M paper? That 8
RIGHT. First hole in three" And John
McLennan mOpped his forehead with his
handkerchief, for beads of sweat found
a habitation OH his bald pate
'Anither tee, Bobbie. That's fine.
Moo the hole's aye up aside the big tree.
I suppose?"
aye" says Bohbie as he strains his
eyes i'll the direction indicated.
'Weel, look cot an see whaur LIGHT. -
Whack!
mae sac guides my first ane, but
they Gamma n be Hude, ell, ladder"
But Bobhie Odd not answer as he
handed his father his cleek on coming
up to the ball
Crack
But it was bad shot, and John play
ed again.
Its on the green, father" said
Bobbie.
AYE, laddie,'' replied his father,
"but in three. I'll need four for this
hole.
Its no. hero, father" Bobbie said
as he looked all over the green.
AYE, it's here" replied the old man
as he lifted ii ont of the hole. THAT 8
q f1uke, but, a the same time, I'm in in
three. Mark that doom, second hole in
three
"Anither tee. The holes RIGHT across
at the road. Moo, must gle this ane an
awfu' crack. -
Whack
"By, father, yoIe near the green.
Bobbie ventured.
INA, IA, laddie, I'll need mair than
that. Hoover, We'll see.
And so the two trudgcd ON.
Father, here's ba, an it's no.
your ane. "
Put ii in yer pouch an say naething.
But here we are Sec grip o. my iron :;
1 maun lift this ane RIGHT ON to the
green, and he did. My putter, moo
Ban, owre hard Aye, that 5 four, ye see,
an 1T wis my best drive too! Put that
doom, third hole IL four. Moo, it's even
oWre to the Tay an across the burn
There's some ane comm alang the walk
on ane o thae bicycles. Lat's get ava
quick" Whack! Come on, hoo, for l
think after play up 10 the tap o. the
peninsula I'll send ye hame wi the
sticks, an take Il canny walk doom.
Stand up on the road an see if gang
into the burn. Watch. yer held" Crack
4e're owre, father. an at the hole, "
cried Bobble. "4c re sure to dGe this
ane in three. Come across by the brig.
Ye're lyin fine.
There ye are, then, laddie. there.
Put that doom; fourth hole in three.
Moo, back owre the burn to yon hole at
the tap O. the Inch" Whack! Dye
see, Bobbie?"
AYE, father, We re up near the road, I"
and Bobbie ran to see exactly where the
ball lay.
This is a tricky hole; We see there's
brae to coont wi. Stand there on the
road an see whaur gang; that's twa. ("
mo hard enough, father" said
Bobbie as his father came up, "but
I've seen ye put in waur ane than
that ="
"Weel, We'll try; another inch wild
haze din't. That's four again. Fifth hole
In four. Doom wild! Moo, here's the
burn again, an see that dinna gang
into the burn or the Tay. But there's
that bicycle chap again"
Father, father, it's Mester Moir,