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

and one enthusiastic individual even
went SO far as 10 telegraph to certain
golfiing celebrity in Edinboro, but
without avail. The affair became
widely advertised, public curiosity
was aroused, and on Saturday the 2Sth
the whole club turned out at the links.
Guests from neighhoring clubs in
search of novelties were present in
large numbers, In fact, such crowd
had never been known to assemble at
the Copalm links, and the Ladies
committee, whose duty it was to pro-
vide refreshments for hungry and
thirsty golfers, shook in their boots,
NJ self-reSpecting Copalmer would
ever divulge how many quarts Of wa
ter were surreptitiously added To the
lemonade and iced tea
1t was a glorious September day,
and the soft brown tiuts of early aut-
Lmn were beginning to paint the hills
and valleys. Goldenrod was gently
waving in the soft air. and the bril-
liant yellow of its blossoms was here
and there thrown into sharp contrast
by the nodding plumes OF Flora S
Paint Brush. with the purple OF the
wild aster. or by the delicate pink of
the blooming heather, for the Copalm
Golf club boosted that theirs We're the
only links in this country where
heather grew in its wild state. But
beautiful as was the splendor of the
4 Oft fn
than did Miss Cissy Prescott, who had
donned brand-new golf costume to
grace the occasion. To say that she
locker ravisning in her Tam o'Shan-
ter cap, her bright plaid shirt waist
and skirt. with her crimson golf coat
thrown lightly over he" arm, would
be telling but half the story, for the
erin son made Il wonderful setting for
her dark beauty. She was bewitchtng,
bewildering, enchanting. She could
not play golf, to lie sure, but she could
play golfers, and the havoc which she
wrought among the players assemb-
ling at the sta"tiIs point was pititul
to behold. AS Charley Rawley eX-
p,essed it, 'she was terrible with her
mashie."
AS for Jimmie Bryce, he WAS in his
element, busting about, talking to
one, joking with another, and eXpostu-
lating with a third. Blake looked ON
in moody silence, leaniry against his
bagful of clubs. Prese&jly 3 O'Clock
rang out from the village church, and
Brvon stood up on the sand box Of the
teeing ground and explained the terms
of a MIXED Lonesome
Each player was to draw number
and to receive badge with the num-
Der inscribed upon it. The number of
holes should be one less than the num-
Der of players. Each player was to
start in the order of his number and
play the first hole, the player holing
out in the greatest number Of strokes
losing both hole and match. So on,
at each successive hole, a player
would be dropped, until the contest
should narrow itself down to two play
ers. These two should play out the
last hole. and the winner-on the
principle of the survival of the fittest
should take the prize.
Bryce's address was greeted with a
burst of enthusiasm. All agreed that
the new game promised sport. and
were eager to begin.
Billy Blake smiled grimly to him
self as Bryce announced the terms OF
the contest 1t was exactly the sort
of a match to make club champion
smile. He pictured to himself another
cup added to the long row of trophies
on his bookcase. He almost laughed
aloud as he thought to himself how
favorably he should compare with his
rival in the coming contest-with
Bryce, who had always been regarded
as one of the poorest and nose erratiC
players in the club. This was his
chance, and he meant to imprive it.
He would show Miss Cissy Prescott
which of the two was the better man.
Presently the club secretary came
forward and announced that as there
were thirty-six entries, 1t would be
necessary to drop two players at every
hole instead of one. This would leave
but two contestants at the eighteenth
hole, or 1.-The home" Then followed
the customary hustle Of the drawing,
the confusion of explaining everything
over again, the calling Of caddies and
the clashing Of clubs. At last all was
in readiness and the players assembled
in a wide semi-circle at the first tee
ing ground
The first hole was one of the most
difficult Of all the holes on the Copaim
links. 1t was generally known in the
club vernacular as the Horse" ira
dition having it that wnen the huge
bunker of sand which crossed the
course had first been erected, the
skeleton of horse had been I'M
earthed. In front of this bunker was
a trench which was justly dreaded
even by the most experienced golfer
AS luck would have It, Bsyce drew
the first number He walked forward
to the teeing ground with the smiling
air of one who is seli-conscions and
i'll at ease. and he hazarded few