Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-07-02
remarked Jones solemnly.

remarked Jones SOlemuly.
Isn't it thought said I, and then,
relying on my caddie to select the pro-
per clubs for me to use, began to
follow that ball around the links. /
got my eyes full of sand again in the
ditch, and when the caddie wasn't
looking kicked the ball over the bum
ker Jones saw it land on the other
side and he advanced the opinion that
if my stroke had been a little bit clean
er it would have been a dandy. / was
on the turf now and gave sod-rais-
ing exhibition such as the Wopping-
ham on the Nottingham links had never
seen, even il, it was sporty course.
broke two more clubs, and just as /
was awaiting an opportunity to kick
the ball unnoticed | happened to tap
it fairly, and away it went fully 100
yards, landing right ON the green near
the first hole.
That was a dandy" said Jones.
Pretty fair, said l. am just get
ting on to my clubs and the turf has
bothered me some,
Bothered you more than the man
who follows you,' said Jones, as if he
were making a joke. / jollied the ball
into the hole with one stroke of the
putter The caddie ceased smiling and
l felt that had the game so we'll in
hand that might criticise Jones play.
"'You should waggle bit more, my
boy said I, if you want to make an
accurate swing with your club
Just drive off ahead of me- said
Jones, and then I won't be in your
way
'This time / hit the ball an inshoot
and it skated away over to the side.
The caddie's smile reappeared,. and
when I said sternly, Boy, what are
you laughing at?' he replied, Nothing,
sir, nothing, sir-er-that is, l was
thinking. l was a-thinking how funny
that fence looked over there
When l began to assault that ball
with various kinds of clubs and just one
kind of luck 1 didn't blame the boy.
There was the sound of a strong man
bAspheming on the green, but no click
of the well-struck ball. 1t is so easy III
theory, you know, and so difficult in
practice. l saw three people on the
club house piazza with field glasses d.
rected toward me and every time l
raised an unusually large sod, if the wind
was right, / heard sounds of mirth. The
more determined L grew the less progress
l made 1 hunted and kicked that ball
around, making good stroke about every
10th shot Whenever l would get near
Jones he would say:
Sporty course, old man, isn't it?'
Fine / would say.
THE longer I followed that ball the
smaller it would seem to get, and l could
swear that at times it lodged my club
just as L was about to strike it, 1t rolled
into every ditch and it chung to the turf
like a thing of life There is no use of
going into the narrowing details of the
trip of that ball around the links, and
anyone who chooses to follow my course
may easily do so. At the end of three
hours brought up at the clubhouse with
only one club left and no temper to speak
about.
Didn't I tell you it was a sporty
course?' said Jones. You will soon get
onto the game and then you will enjoy
it more
Probably said I.
when 1 play my next game 1t will be
with a football painted white, so that l
can't miss it. If the caddie will be good
enough to refill these glasses I will test
that Scotch again. York Sun.