The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-06-04
RUwENzoRI, FROM THE WEST.

plans Of his wife.
Everything depends on which is run
ming the strongest in her mind now, the
maternal instinct or the golf fever was
Mr. Winly's parting speech. Il think it's
time Col. DOGGY put the nose Of our house
hold emperor out Of joint for spell, any
how
20 Jupiter! How happy are my sprits!'
exclaimed Mrs. Winly as she entered the
dining room that evening. I'm back
on my game, dear, when | expected to
play like duffer, as a mere MUSE should,
for many u day yet"
Then she gave to him the details of her
round at Willow Brook, jargon Of terms
such as slice, pull, sclaff, good hits, lucky
recoveries and long puts, somewhat in
comprehensive save to such an ardent
player as her husband. Tom, too, had
| his tale OF a winning match to relate, but
he did not break their pact then by asking
her to play in the tournament. This theme
he let rest until Mrs. Winly had put the
baby to sleep and had gone from the
nursery to her den for the quiet half hour
before her own bedtime
Come in to ask why you don't enter for
the tournament began Tom bluntly as he
DIOhC NHOukh VIC Suituiucu WdN .
IL don't butt in as a rule. you know, yet it
seems rather nonsensical to ignore tourna-
ment right at ones doorsteps, don't you
Think"
tom, I'm glad you have spoken for l
want to play, but not unless you are willing,
quite, that should do 30. Our pact about
golang has kept me from asking you, dear,
and now it has all come right"
This easy vict DRY was a surprise to Winly.
He announced the next day that Mrs. " iny
would play in t he tournament.
That she was to reenter the game and
play against the visiting British champion
was the cause Of delight to he Environ Golf
Club The only person dissat isfed was
that small, mischievous. red that ched and
freckled caddie, Jimmy Scrapples.
Once. in the days when she was the cham
pion, Jimmy had been the cadde and loyal
worshiper Of Mrs. Winly. He had regarded
after period OF sulking he transferred his
services as caddie and gradually his warm
regard to Miss Senior, the daughter of the
clubs president and r belle in her first sea-
son.
There was more than he expected throng
at the links on each day Of the tournament,
and the commit &c was again happy. Put
professional or business man on the tourna-
ment committee Of q golf club, and although
he may deal in millions in the regular way,
he will usually lie awake O. nights worrying
over the. financial success Of the goifng
composition.
It IL the trade done by the rest aurant
and bar that makes or loses money for
club giving tournament. The committee
men watch the way the orders come in with
the anxious faces Of semi-bankrupted
landlords who really need the money,
for to turn In budget showing loss at
the annual meeting OF the club is net a nice
thing to have to do.
But the crowd came from far and near to
watch the tournament and note the con-
trasting styles OF the English champion and
Mrs. Winly, rushing the walters OF their
feet incidentally to assuage their hunger
and Thirst when In the clubhouse. As the
receipts rolled in each committeeman felt
in his secret soul that he would Re reelected
and 10 branded hustler by his fellow mem
bers
Mrs. Winly had never played better golf.
Her drives were long and "a straight to the
flag AZ the arrow OF William Tell, while on
the putting greens the ball ran into the hole
as thou n she had II h, pnotizcd.
This carried her In triumph through tho
hardest end Of draw that has ever con-
fronted woman golfer, for she had to beat
the national titleholder Of the year before
meeting the English champion. a stalwart
woman who dressed on tailor made lines
and played like man. and whom Mrs.
Winly also put out. This left only one more