The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-29
 THE MAN WHO ROSE AGAIN.
Copyriuht, 1909, by George IL Doran
 Company
by...... JOSEPH ROCKING

while Wslking from the green to the tee Shieh in this case was some lit tic distance.
 For the next five holes Sprague and Purvis played with varying for tunes, but when the seventh hole was played the former was one up. AS for Ricordo, while he greatly inn proved, he did not even halve single hole with either of them. As he improved they offered to give him strokes, and so make the possibility Of a match, but he refused.
 'eI always like to play level," he said sententiously. "You never beat man if he gives you strokes. Let me see, I am now seven down. If I lose two. more it will be impossible for me to win the match, eh?'
 That is the arithmetic of it, I imagine" said Purvis.
 ''Ah,'' said Ricordo.
 Ding, Ding, Ding. The three balls flew through the air, and each went straight to the green, only in this case Ricordo's ball went several yards further than the others. ''That was lucky stroke of mine" he said, as he saw them exchange significant glances. "Ah, if I could cnly do it always"
 For the first time Sprague felt a suggestion of competition in the game. Although he was seven holes up on the stranger, and they had only eleven more to play, the possi- bility of losing flashed into his mind. Besides, he felt some little resent ment, because of the superior way in which the foreigner spoke. He seized an iron club, and placed his ball within two yards of the hole.
 'swhy, that is magnificent" re- marked Ricordo. That is where skill comes in.''
 Purvis came next, and while he sent his ball on the green. it was at an extreme corner.
 'eIf lose this hole, my chance of winning on you shrinks to vanish ing point" remarked Rfcordo. well. must not lose it."
 He looked at the ball steadily, and then turned to his companions.
 "Is it not whimsical?' he said. 'This little thing seems to have be- come part of our life, eh? And the game of golf is also game of life, non vero? Forgive me, sig nores, but I am an Eastern, and ev- erything in life is parable to such as I''
 He struck the ball, and laid it, ac- cording to golfers parlance. dead g
 "Fine shot," said Purvis; as for Sprague, he said nothing
 For the first time Purvis lost a hole to Ricordo. but Sprague halved it with him.
 Good hole," remarked Purvis. "One under bogey."
 "Ah, yes," said Ricordo, "but I cannot afford even to halve with MT. Sprague if I am to win the match, eh? Seven up and ten to play. No, must win. and not halve. I have lost so much in the beginning of the game. The game of life is always hard to win, when you lose in the beginning"
 Sprague took the honr, and drove with unerring precision. As he saw it fall, a look of satisfaction came into his eyes.
 Longest ball you've driven today, Sprague? said Purvis. .Tt's possi- ble 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.
 '"Ther' iz, zur," said one of the cad dies. great big pit over-grawed weth vIss and vearny stuff" Ricordo addressed his ball. It was teed rather too high, and he patted it down. A moment later he made his shot. There was slight curve on it, but he outdrove 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 the other. '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 caddy. ."The perfeshernal ave done ct, an gentleman from London; hut moasly they doant. Bezides, ther's little wind" 'I'n try it. said Sprague, taking the brassy.
 He struck the ball fairly, but it did not carry. It fell into the bushes. Sprague suppressed an angry ex- clamation.
 Coin to play for safety, zur % asked the caddy of Ricordo. Ricordo took the brassy from the boy, and looked steadily towards the green.
 Risky" remarked Purvis, almost involuntarily. He knew that accord ing to strict rules he had no right to say anything.