Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-11-18

in ten. though it should have been
easily done in six, 1t was evident he
was out of it from the very start,
Blake was the next player, The
champion stalked to the teeing ground
With the determined air OF a man who
is bent upon serious duty and who
means to perform it. He looked
neither to the right hand nor to the
left. Even Cissy Prescott seemed for
gotten now. He made his tee from
the wet sand and placed his ball on il,
Then assuming the approved position
he waggled and brandiShed. There
was no uncertainty in his movement
of his attitude as he swung, Up his
club went, and down with precision Of
a machine, and there was sharp
click followed by a burst of applause,
The ball had flown nearly 200 yards
and settled itself down about twenty
yards from the hole Blake walked
slowly up the course: an approach
shot carried him eighteen yards furth-
err, and then an put and he was down
in three TO the admiration of the
heholders. Such playing was not often
seen upon the Copalm links. Other
players followed in their several turns
and with their varying fortunes, until
at last Miss Prescott's name was
called.
The girl came quickly forward and
took her position upon the teeing
ground but quickly as she came, with
his hands full of wet sand Bryce was
before her, and with the air Of respect
ful devotion he stopped down and pre-
pared her tee, This was Blake's
chance and he fastened to improve it.
He joined the pair in the teeing ground
and addressed Bryce with an air of
condeSccusioa:
You make your tees too high. That
is the reason you get into the Horse. '
The champion stopped down and was
about to re-tee the ball when Miss
Prescott said to him with an air of
pretty petulance;
Don't change it, MIR, Blake, beg,
| like the tee TO be high
The rebuked champion reluctantly
drew back, murmuring to himself rs
he did So Just like woman'S OBJ
stnacy! She is sure to go into the
Horse with great tee like that"
And sure enough, Down came the
club and ball landed IN the bunker by
the side of Bryce.
When the scores We're compared 1t
was found that Bryce and Miss Pres
colt were the first to be dropped, and
the rest of the golfers moved to the
next vhole. 1t being well known that
misery loves company, Bryce and Miss
Prescott fingered in the background,
Judging from the manner of the pair,
it would seem that misery loved its
company very much indeed in the
present instance, and as the MIXED
Lonesome" moved on, the last that
was seen of Bryce and his companion
they We're disappearing behind n
hazard.
Blake was in his element that day.
Never had he played such golf, Every
stroke had been perfection of its kin I.
He had driven, approached, and put
ted as he had never done before. He
lad led at every hole-the mixed
Lonesome" had progressed to the
eighteenth hole-,the Home, as it was
ca'led-and the contest had narrowed
itself down to n hand-to-hand battle
between another man and himself.
He could have Rugged Bryce for in
venting such noble sport. AS the win
ner of the last hole the honor was his,
and for the last time he stalked ma
jestically to the teeing ground, and
started off with such drive as Is often
heard Of but rarely seen A cleek
shot brought him up close to the put
ting green, and lofter sent the ball
high in the air, and as the spectators
watched they saw the ball fall few
feet from the flag and roll into the
role! Blake had begun and ended with
a three!
His opponent had to he content with
holing out in four.
AS Blake was receiving the congrat-
ulations Of the spectators Bryce and
Miss Prescott emerged from hazard,
looking fully as self-conscious as the
occasion would seem to warrant.
Bryce FASTENED forward to Congratu-
late the winner.
"And you must congratulate me,
tco," he said with smile, for have
won more than my match"
And as Blake looked at the blushing
girl he realized with a sharp regret
that there are other things in the
world besides golf Slowly shouldering
his heavy bag, he turned toward the
Presently the girl broke the silence.
Hurry, jim" she said, there goes
my mothers carriage"
Yes, replied Bryce. Then point
ing with a golf club at the figure OF
Blake, he continued: And there goes
a Mixed Lonesome The disinter-
ested members OF the party, though,
voted the experiment a huge success.
New York Sun.
FOOD FOR THE MASSES.