Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-05-11
A FOOL AND HIS MONEY


ton with some girl to see that she gets the
right train home. But why are we wasting
time here when we might be doing few
holes before lunch? III take you on. OF
course you understand I'm a wretched
player; but I've got one virtue,-l never
talk about my game, and | never tell funny
stories when my opponent IS addressing the
ball. I'm an old duffer at the game; but I've
got more sense than most buffers
We sauntered down to the clubhouse,
where he insisted on buying me dozen golf
balls and engaging a caddy for me by the
week Up to the moment we stepped up to
the first tee he talked necessarily of Aline
and Rosemary; but the instant the game
was on he settled into the grim reserve that
characterizes the man who takes any enter
Prise seriously, be it work or play.
Jasper Titus was one of the worst players
I've ever seen; but he was the personiflca-
ton of gentility, even in the most provoking
circumstances. For instance, at the famous
Crater, it was my good fortune to pitch
tall fairly on the green from the tee. His
mashy shot landed his ball about twenty
feet up the steep hill that guards the green.
Without word of disgust, or SO much as
scowl, he climbed up and blazed away at It
again, not once but fourteen times by actual
count On the seventeenth stroke he tn
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men would have lifted and conceded the
hole to me. He played it out.
"A man never gets anywhere, Mr.. Smart"
said he, unruffled by his miserable exhi-
bition, unless he keeps plugging away at
thing. That's my principle in life. Keep
at it! There is satisfaction in putting the
blasted ball in the hole, even if it does re-
quire twenty strokes You did it in three;
but you'll soon forget the feat. I'm not
likely to forget the troubles | had going
down in twenty-and therein hes the secret
Of success. If success comes easy, we pass
it off with laugh; if it comes hard, we grit
our teeth and remember the ways and
means. You may not believe it, but took
thirty three strokes for that hole one day
last week Day before yesterday did it in
four Perhaps it wouldn't occur to you to
think that it's darned sight easier to do it
in four than it is in thirty-three. Get the
idea?"
q think do, Mr. Titus" said I. "The
things that come easy are never apprecl-
ated."
Right, my boy. It's what we have to
work for like nailerS that we lie awake think
ing about
We came out upon the eminence over
looking the next hole, which lay far below
US AS stopped to tee up my ball, gleeful
shout came up the hillside.
Hello, John Bellamy!"
CHANGING down, | saw Jasper, Jr, at the
edge of the wagon road. He was waving his
cap, and even at that distance | could see
the radiance in his good looking young face.
young and attractively dressed woman
stood beside him. | waved my hand and
shouted greeting.
Il thought you said he'd gone to Coving
ton to see her off" l said, turning to the
young mans father with grin.
mot the same girl said he succinctly,
squirting his eyes. That's the little Par
sons girl from Richmond. He was to meet
her at Covington. Jasper is scientific but
terfy. He makes both ends meet-nearly
always. Now, no one but genius could
have fixed it up to see one girl off and to
meet another on the same train
7 ATER on Jasper, Jr., and | strolled over
- to the casino veranda, the chatty Miss
| Parsons between us, but leaning shade
nearer to young Titus than to me, although
she appeared to be somewhat overwhelmed
at meeting real live author. Mr.. Titus as
was his habit, hurried on ahead of US.
afterward discovered that he had dread of
| pneumonia.
aAline never said a word about your COM
| ;nu John said IaSDer He called me IOhn