The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1909-11-23
Cell 4-11-44
1Convright. by ]. b. Lippincott Coz
By Edwin L. Sabin


e,r links: he was villain because
he kent bearing off prizes when nao
counted upon capturing myself; ne
Voc villain because he was 30
blamed popular and easy-going. Ills
wife, moreover was becoming 'no
champion ping-ponger in the iosen
ping. Pong circle, to which my wlle oo-
longed. oro
did not hate Jones; l hated mere.
" the sight of him and the souno VI
his name.
The crisis came one evening IN june
following upon the day OF our resu'
lar annual Introductory tournament
All winter long | had been PRAGUE
ing in our cottage parlor--the dining
room being given up to plng-pons-
with this single tournament in view.
| was determined to beat Jones. Anu
now my hopes had been dashed' lor
ZONES had triumphed over me by 1our
holes lowing to luck and technlcall-
ties upon which he insisted!
This was to be club evening, de-
voted to a program of music on the
lawn and light refreshments on the
veranda And here let me dlgress
briefly
Anyone who plays golf, or who Is
acquainted with somebody who plays
golf. knows what an intense person
golfer is. On or of the links, he
is necessarily at his game. Day and
night, in thought or in reality, he Is
making his strokes. He roams the
house, Swinging" and he cannot walk
! abroad without beholding landscape
of tees and hazards. His calculating
, eye is ever alert and his arm II
, ever busy to drive off, bric-a-brac
, and pebbles All, 1t is fascinating to
. be q golfer, but 1t is hard on property
t and nerves.
g So much understood, therefore. When
I l was sitting this evening In chair
Q upon the club veranda and saw be-
fore me and below me his bald head
Q waiting like positive challenge. the
i impulse was overmastering. He was
comfortably placed upon the veranda
steps listening to the music. and
the top of his head was on a level
with my feet 1t was such a smooth,
rounded. firm, bare surface, furnish
ing an ideal lie. In the middle was q
tiny tuft of hair, supplying the
ball!
l tried to turn my attention to the
music. The orchestra was playing
| The Wearing Of the Green" mel
! ody dear to every golfer. But
| tried in vain-that enticing pate, with
| its little clump of hair, obtruded be
| tween the notes. My fingers uueasily
clasped my cane. l wiggled in my
I seat l shut my eyes-no use.
The orchestra struck up After tn,
Ball. another golfing measure.
i opened my eyes; there was the ivor,
i mob, with it's spot of black, still
d reckoning. l trembled, clenched m,
! teeth-and yielded The opportunit,
I was too fine to be ignored.
| l quietly arose. grasped my cane b
4 the ferrule, took my stance, swung
K and in another second the croo1
= would have shaved of that lock @
:, hair without so much as breaking tn
Z SKIN had not a bumptious neighbo
selzed my arm and violently wrenche
away my cane. Then | was pinione
"a IN my chair, and amid a ridiculous OH
cry was accused of having essayed
assault Jones, my rival!
es So, here | am, on a trumped.u
ls- charge, condemned to charlotte-russ
an and getting completely out of pra
tie tice.
3D. l would esteem it a great favor
20 the person into whose hands tn
ne statement falls would find nv wifi
'p- at the 1bsen Ping-Pong circle. ar
er make her cognizant of what has h
ny come OF me, and then drop in
~ the H1gh-Hole Golf club and get mo
py copy OF the last handicap list ma
as ing particular notice to the scores
up John Johnson Jones.