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the grounds had the appearance OF gala day for all
the clubmembers and their friends were assembled,
waiting.
We'll. how do you like him?" queried the second
vicepresident, of the president anxiousy while the
secretary plotting Daniel around and introducing
him right and left.
- He's a queer fellow" responded President Casper.
with puzzled brows. Il asked him what, in his
opinion was the best bail the market and he said
the Scotch L ball! Did you hear of that brand:
I've made note of IT. | asked HIM 1t he had
with him, and he said no. that he had just before
leaving, but he could make mighty quick If the
stuff handy. | knew these professionals made
clubs. but didn't know they made balls, too. And
then, he called my clubs Stcks-but suppose these
experts feel entitled a latitude of expression And
when asked him what he thought of the baty spoon
he said he preferred the-the-waIt momcnt-the
jiggGidei | think | have the name right | told
him guessed we were a good deal behind the times
but"
Did you ask him about halvng that match, the
other day.? inquired the second ice-president
Well yes: believe did. answered the president.
And he muttered something to the effect that he
wasn't very strong on htlving matches. but he'd
matcha half any time In fact he was rather rcticent
Modest no doubt" commented the second vice
president. Il presume he's Scotch and these
Scotchmen are much the talk, | understand
But come on. He's going to tee off and We mustn't
miss anything
Daniel David's loose clothes fitting him very
we'll. indeed, standing beside the initial sand
box. in the forefront of halfcirce of people
watching him intently. caddie proudly
holding his bag
Mr. Brole do tell US how do YOU want your tee?"
mplored Mrs. Stout-not named in vain-huttering
up to him with all the grace of motherly hem her
short skirt adding force to the smile.
Thank you. but ! never drink it at all. assured
Daniel. "Or coffee either"
'Oh, you droll mani" rebuked Mrs. Stout. coquet-
tishly while the half circle laughed heartily, in
duty bound, and the editor of the "Rosevale Tri-
Weekly Trumpet" fevershly jottcd the whole
yersation in his notebook
You know what mean-do YOU prefer low tee
or a high tee" continued Mrs. Stout.
If its price you're getting at to tea and
everything else is plenty high enough even when its
low blurted Daniel. Il don't know how much you
folks pay. but by Georgei-"
You're ncorrgiblel" scolded Mrs. Stout gaily
while the Weekly Trumpet pencil fairly flew. Go
ahead, Sammie; and if Mr. Brole doesn't like it, he
Will say so"
With fingers that trembled the caddc carefully
nodded from moist sand, and having balanced
a ball on its apex fearfully scrambled back few feet
that his handiwork might be inspected.
Does the suit your" inquired Mrs Stout
''please be perfectly frank That's the way we
make them but we're here to learn, YOU know.
''You call that thing a do your" demanded
Daniel. Well maybe it is, but | wouldn't call 1t a
dot l. Put about ten more stories on It,
boy. That's the proper caper. Now there's some
thing TO hit Give a stick"
There! l knew using tees altogether too
low"
$50 glad to have been shown different"
"What did | tell your"
Thus flew the whispered comments through the
spectators. they gazed upon Daniels mountain.
LAS | understand it. I'm To whack the ball
that red flag yonder. said Daniel Well, | can do
all right enough, If ever hit the thing the
once"
He spit on his hands contemptuouslv shook the
drive that the cadde had passed to him. and adj
vanced upon the ball
How delightfully."- unconventional his language is"
so thoroughly unaffected"
watch his stance"