The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1903-07-03
A GOLF STORY

up the banks 0. tie Tay, but ,
the summer died and autumn reig,
ed supreme he was sensible Of
change for the better.
Now, let il be known that job
was crack golfer, and as he Ia
racked with pain his mind ofte
wandered up the Inch, and he woul
count has imaginary strokes as h
wended his way from hole 10 hole.
Early in August he had recovere,
so far as TO be able TO take a turr
round the doors. but he soon GO
tired and was glad 10 return TO hi.
armchair by the iireside.
IL was therefore a surprise in
more WAYS than one TO his guide wife
when one Sunday morning toward
the end OF August he rose between
and q o'clock and said he was GO
ing round of the golf course.
John Mclennan," said his as
tonished wife. ARE We mad: Dive
ken this l. the Lords day. An YOU
an elder o'Jhe kirk"
Nance" said John quietly as he
got his sticks ready, I'm weel aware
o what day this is. an | ken Pm an
elder o the kirk but. wumman, I'm
deem for game. an We NAV never
hae anlther mornin' like this. Be
sides. surely il II no be coontit a sin
10 play bit hole or twa sac early in
the mornin, when very few, if onv.
folk II be ABBOTT"
Mrs. McLennan said no more, and
John awoke Bobbie, his eldest son.
whose usual job was to carry the
clubs. He was his fathers only
'caddie."
Come ava, laddie. Oh, We need
ma look that way. Yer fathers nei-
Their daft nor bad. Sac come ava
And out they went. They reach
d the teeing ground as 6 o'clock
'himed on ST. Johns.
moo, Bobbie, max fine tee; mo-
'wre high, We ken. That's fine.
Keep yer cen on the ba' in case |
lima seed Nae flags the day, We !
Wheest" /,
Whack, ,
There We are. No bad drive !
Or ma an newly aft sick bed" 2
r Father" said Bobbie as he look q
] timidly around, what II We dse I
We meet onybody" :
"Juist draw my bonnet doom like :
lat. Wild We ken yer ain father /
90 If We met him." ii
And Bobbie acknowledged that he
ouldn't. :
VERY weel. Dinna speak ony q
air ABBOTT meetin' folk. But here b,
are Gie's my cleek." "
Crack. ),
Y ere on the green. father. in b,
a. said Bobbie proudly. YEN h,
c that hole in three"
I'll try, laddie; III try," said o,
I'm, but l doot I'm owre shsky m
ooeyer, gie's nv putter. STEADY, M
J Mark that doom. Hiv We a pen IN
an paper: That's RIGHT. First an
lie In three" And John McIen- te
n mopped his forehead with his
ndkerchief, for beads Of sweat
md habitation on his bald pate. ire
'Anither tee, Bobbie. That's fine. m,
0 the holes ave up aside the big
e, suppose a.
Aye" saws Bobbie as he strains IN,
eyes in the direction indicated.
'Neel, look DOT an see whaur /
IT,"
yhack,
Nae sac guides nv first ane, but 81
Gamma a be guide, eh, ladder" Ia,
tut Bobbie did not answer as he mi,
ded his father his cleek on COM ans
up TO the ball.
rack -
ut II was bad shot, and John mn
ed again. 80,
rs on the green, father said and
bic. III.
Aye, laddie," replied his father. Of
In three. III need four for mir
,o tho
Is no here, father" Bobbie II
as ne looked all over the green. afte
Aye, it, here" replied the old say
as he lifted it out of the hole a
ats a fiuke; but, a. the same Of '
, I'm In in three. Mark that a
I; second hole in three" said
Inither tee. The holes RIGHT ness
IS at the road. Moo, ! must gle with
ine az awfu' crack"
hack.
y, father, we're near the green. y,
think ye'll dae this ane in how
Bobbie ventured. go,
a, ma, laddie; III need MAR ! -
that. Hoover, we'll see." resd,
q so the two trudged on. ~
iIther, heres ba', an it's mo- . ~.
ane." Pr
ut 1t in yer pouch an sac nm /,
ing. But here we are. See I W.,
nv iron I mann l,fs 49,.