The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-08-03
HOW SANDY WON THE PRIZE.

| 5 It was the night before the opening of the contest for the professional chanlpl- sonship at the Clayton County Country club. The. contest was open to all conf CTS, and as the prizes aggregated i've hundred dollars in gold, a large number Of the best known professional golf players in the country were on hand They were gathered in the big reception room in the little club-hOuse on top of IIale's; Hill. A log fire was blazing in the open fireplace. Outsidesthe weather was cold and dismal. The wind, sweep ing over the valley i'll the depth of which the lights of the town glittered like stars, struck the clubhouse in full force and drove even the most enthusi- astic within doors. To add to the dis comfort cold drizzle of rain was fall ing, It was true Scotch Weatherjus the .hing to make the Scotch visitors feel at home.
 By this time the hall clock had struck ten and the professionals were left alone, with the exception of half a doz-
 en of the younger members of the club.
 They fingered, drinking in words of
 wisdom from the lips of the assembled
 professionals, while the latter drank many draughts of smoky Scotch at the expense of the youthful enthusiasts. The sporting editor of the Clayton County Gazette was in the party. He had covered many pages of copy pa per" with good stories told by the as sembled professionals. gg .%'Jock' Anderson, for instance, and Tam Mcintosh, two well known east l ern professionals, had discovered that l they had been born and brought up in adjoining houses at good old St. An drews and had never met since 'sTan' | had left home eighteen years before. l There was boyish grudge. between them which lent additional interest to their meeting on the links. Jamie l Carlysle and "Archie" McManners had ialso renewed their memories of boyhood days on the St. Andrews links, and l .tWillie" Wilson, it developed, once l lived right around the corner from them l in the home of the ancient and royal games" Sandy" Lichthouse and Fer gus Ferguson; had often played together l on the "banks an braes O bonnie" St I Andrews, and out of the twenty three professionals present only one was found who had not first seen the light l of day within the classic boundaries ot St. Andrews. The exception admitted | In shame and confusion that he had been born on the moor three. miles
 from St. Andrews, but declared witt much feeling that he had forced hi l family to move to town as soon as he 1 reached the age of discretion.
 | As whole it was a unanimous St Andrews meeting, and the young clul I members were correspondingly i'm pressed.
 They were just about ready to star for home when there came a knock a the door. One of the eaddies opened i and revealed a man with long ret
 beared, ragged clothes and dissipatet nose. Plainly a tramp.
 "Tell Jock Anderson or Tam Nc
 Intosh want to see him. said the we
 and dirty visitor. "I'm Sandy San
 ders. , If he don't remember my name just say that Ole Oseson is waiting
 He'll surely remember that"
 1 Jock" Anderson came forward ant I stepped outside on the wide, wind swept porch with the tramp. 4..;>a ,. . l Well, Silas, my boy" said the yisi