The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1910-07-19

into his eyes.
Longest ball you've driven to-
day, Sprague," sad Puryis. It's pos
sible to reach the green with a
good brassy' from there"
Nasty hazard, just before the
green. by the look OF it," remarked
Sprague, looking steadily
Ter IL, zur," said one of the cad
dies, great big pit oyergrawed
wet vuss and vearny stuff"
Ricordo addressed his ball 1t was
tees rather too high, and he patted
L down. A moment later he made
his shot. There was slight curve
to it, but he outdroye Sprague by
two or three yards. Purvis foozled
his drive for the first time.
Are you going to try it?" asked
Purvis, as Sprague stood before his
ball.
It's risky" said theo ther. do
your players here carry that green
in two?" he asked the caddy who
pulled out an iron for him.
"'T ave bin dun, zur" replied
the caidy The perfeshernal ave
done ct, an gentleman from Lon
don; but moasly they doant. Be
sides, TIERS a little wind
I'll try it," said Sprague, taking
the brassy.
He struck the ball fairly, but it
did not carry. 1t fell into the bushes.
Sprague suppressed an angry ex-
clamation.
Con to play for safety. zur?"
asked the caddy of Ricordo.
Ricordo took the brassy from the
boy, and looked steadily towards
tho green.
Risky" remarked Purvis, almost
involuntarily. He knew that accord
ing to strict rules he had no right
to right TO say anything.
The essence Of life is risk re-
marked Ricordo. Somehow both felt
that he was a different man from
what he had been an hour before.
He no longer seemed to be playing a
game upon which nothing depended
but to be struggling for great vie
tory in life. His eyes were no long.
er half closed, and the old expires.
sion of cynical Indifference was
gone. A few seconds later his ball
fell within six yards of the pin
Neither of the players uttered a
sound; but the boys could not sup
press their admiration.
You are six up at the turn, sig
more" remarked Ricordo to Sprague
That is odds against one. but moi
verremo."
Sprague walked silently to the
! "SEN' 'Sc' IL was INC lHSI uOlt Ht
had lost to the foreigner, and al
though his position seemed well-nigl
impregnable. he had a fear of los
ing. He felt as though he were not
playing with a man. but with fate
Ricordo took the honor The
green was over two hundred yard,
away, but he landed his ball safely
on it; Sprague drove next; he fail
ed to reach it by more than thirty
yards. Purvis Jared no better. Agair
Ricordo won the hole
Five up and eight to play" hC
laughed pleasantly. 81 cannot afforc
to make any mistakes, signore."
Ding. dong, went the balls Wher
they had played the seventeenth
hole Ricordo had actually placed
himself one up on Purvis, and wa,
all square with Sprague. The gam,
was to be finished on the last green
Ah, ] like that" said Ricordt
lightly. Life is never interestin,
when everything is settled early il
the game. eh, Mr.. Sprague? An,
everything is worth so much NOR,
when we win by single bold stroke
eh?"
Why it was, Sprague could no
tell. but his heart beat faster thai
was its wont. An atmosphere of grin
eanestness possessed him, and NOR
"a fear filled his heart. After hay
ing the game in his hands he wa
in danger Of losing it. Not that h
had played badly. In nearly ever
case he had been level with tn
bogey but then in nearly ever
case fore the last nine holes tn
stranger had beaten him by a strok,
Yes, he was angry. The man ha
/, commenced as a beginner, he ha
thrown away his chances, and ye
he had recovered all the groun
he had lost More than once h