The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-07-29
THE MAN WHO
 ROSE AGAIN
JOSEPH ROCKING

 Company | Continued from page Eleven) "Yes, zir; 'tes Miss Castlemaine. | wot the links do belong to, and Mus ter Briarfield.'' The lad rushed away l towards the green.
 "Ah," said Ricordo, i've may be playing for the lady-who knows?' He looked at Sprague as he spoke, and noted the pallor of his face. "Do you know Miss Castlemaine ?" asked Purvis.
 q expected to see her when l came here," said the stranger; ''but. as I said to MT. Briarfield last night, although I have been here several days, I have not yet had the felicity of setting eyes on her. But fortune 1 favors me now. An, we are playing l for a great stake. MT. Sprague. Who knows?" D
 Perhaps the man who is standing by her side will win her," laughed Purvis. He hardly knew why he spoke. aThe man who is standing by may see most of the gameY' said Riccf do, "but he never wins-never. l is- only the man who plays who win An, gentlemen, discussing the stake on a tee is bad preparation for stroke, therefore we will dismiss tk subject. Besides, I never make wags CTS. Life itself is the wager" He struck his ball, and although it flew far, it had what golfers call a slice on it. It cleared the hazard, but curled away to the right of the from the hole. He made no remark but moved aside for Sprague to play.
 you've got your chance, ,Sprague,' . said Purvis in low tones. "A straight shot, and you are close to the tee; it can't be more than a hundred and eighty yards"
 Sprague felt his hands tremble. He had not missed a drive for the round, he determined he would not miss now. The stranger had made him feel that the game was a game of life He knew not why, but it seem ed to him that the future would de- pend on whether he won or lost.
 His ball flew through the air. It was struck, and clean and true: it fell within ten yards of the hole.
 Good said Purvis, "a good putt, and you are down in two" Some how, he had lost interest in the games himself; all interest was cen- tered in the other two. Even when his ball failed to reach the green he did not mind; he did not care if he lost
 When they reached the green, they found that sprague's ball had stymied Ricordo' s-that is to say, it lay on the green on a straight line between Ricordo's ball and the hole.
 twill you either play out, or pick up your ball, signore?" said Ricordo quietly. q believe it is the law that there are no stymies in three-ball match"
 He said this because Sprague stood waiting for him to play.
 'If it is a stymie, certainly" he said, almost angrily.
 Look. for yourself said the stranger.
 Sprague looked 'every well, I'll play it out" he said.
 He cast a hasty glance around, and saw that Olive Castlemaine and Her bert Briarfield had moved to the edge of the green and were watching the contest.
 Sprague measured the distance carefully. then seizing the butter he played. The ball rolled to the lip of the hole, and stopped. His heart a1- most ceased to beat Then perhaps a blade of grass bent or a breath of wind stirred-anyhow, the ball drop ped into the hole.
 Ricordo laughed pleasantly. "Ah, we halve- it, I see,'' he said.
 '1t will take you all your time to do that" said Sprague triumphantly.
 His words had scarcely escaped his lips when Signor Rfcordo's ball came rolling across the green.
 '"Too lively" thought Purvis; but he was mistaken. It came straight to the hole and dropped in.
 They heard some one clapping on the edge of the green; it was Her bert Briarfield, who had been watch ing.
 we will play it out another day." said Sprague.
 Signor Ricordo walked away to- wards the spot where Herbert Briar- field and Olive Castlemaine stood His eyes had half closed again, while the old air of cynical melancholy mani fested itself in his face