The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1902-03-22

bunker. 1t was going to be close
very much too close to be comfOrta bic,
said Mr.. Gasket. He himself played
brilliant game when he did his best.
But what with coaching one, manag-
ing another, welcoming everybody,
home folks and visitors alike. ii is not
strange that he could not give his
whole attention to the game
1t was a fine course, with a water
hazard in the shape of spring branch.
excellent putting green's and beautiful
Iy close turf. 1t was by Tommys
suggestion that the turf on the Prior
share Of the course had been grazed
down with the flock of sheep only two
days before. Tommy indeed had been
wonderfully active in all manner or
good works Cor the match. Mr.. Gas
ket knew haZily how his nickname
had stuck and stung and repcnted haV-
ing given it, but was unwise enough 10
think he could smooth over matters
by particular compl2cence to the lad.
1--WE shall beat them by a scratch.
We shall certainly beat them. Master
Thomas" he said. watching partiCu-
larly clean drive by Alison. Tommy
looked bored. Don't strike me your
games as good as those other pco-
Pies" he said. noddinG toward the OPP
posing players.
Mr.. Gasket tried to look panied.
why don't you say cur game. L, m
N.Y. he asked reproachfully we
must pull together, every soul OF us, il
we are to win"
"Oh, you've got all those other fell
lows to root for YOU" Tommy said sar-
cas,ically Il couldn't 90 Il thing but
roar. ! ain't nothing but a whelp. You
know"
This time Mr.. Gasket really did look
panied. though he tried to mask ii az
blank innocence. 1t was his turn to
play. and the game was so even that
the fate Of it hung most likely upon
his next three strokes His ball lay
both We'll and ill-in 4 place that If he
could successfully loft il would mean
almost certain victory but said l0fting
required Il position neither ministerial
nor ,lignified. 1t was in little cuppy
turf hollow not far off the boundary.
4 low fence marked the bounds.
Across it sheep hustled and rummaged
peacefully through weed grown stub
bic. The minister took no note of them
nor of anything indeed save the little
white ball lying so snug in the faded
grass Half STOPPING. half crouching,
he craSppd his maShe firmly in his
hand
The rest was chaos Plus earthquake
at least TO the GaShet inner CON
sciOuSness Friends and foes in watch
saw a wOOlly. horny headed streak as
sail the STOPPING figure, send said fig
ure over upon its head, then, with Wig
orous thumps, roll it over and over
across six yards of turf. Nobody knew
just what might not have happened
had not Tommy bravely rushed TO the
minister's rescue, caught Blinky by
the horns and forced him, struggling
and beating. back over the fence he
had leaped like a flash of lightning.
In spite of doing all that Tommy
was the first to assist GaSket to his
feet. Il hope you're not hurt too bad.
sir" he said politely.
GaSket was a sorry sight. His trou-
sers were torn, his face scratched, the
eye upon which Blinky had landed his
last thump rapidly going out Of bust
ness. The rest, hurrying up, could not
help laughing. Alison clearest merrest
of them >all. AS Gasket caught the
sound he said, backing away, The
match is off"
1t was all he could say. Tommy went
home with him. faithful caddie in
spite Of everything but as he left the
rectory door he rubbed his hands and
softly Rugged himself. repeating with
infinite gusto: Yes, the match is off.
You bet it is. l know my sister all
right"