Evening star., 1923-09-30


Ibid 7 clear my throat?"
Bayard once more addressed his
bail and topped it grieyousiy. 1t
rolled nifty feet from the tee and
stopped.
"Ha" Again Bayard glared at
Arbuthnot. "All right. Jenks." He
beckoned to Milo. "A healthy swat.
now"
Milo taed his ball, stood to one side
and made q practice swing. But as
he did so. he assumed a vince of
pain. Then he raised his driver stiff
armed. and swung penduium-wise.
The ball rose. described q parabola,
and came to earth nearly 100 yards
away.
"Well.' Bayard chuckled. "Not so
bad for q cripple. Come on. Arbuth-
not"
Arbuthnot constructed a pyramid
Of sand with meticulous care and
placed the ball on the apex.
He took position and raised his
club. moving one foot after the other
IN sort of syncopated rhythm. Then
he changed his stance. moving his
feet in a different position with ref
erence to the ball. Then he returned
to his original pose.
by the gods" Bayard leaned
heavily against the sand box.
But now Arbuthnot raised his club
over his shoulder. struck. and the ball
sailed away on q straight line for a
hundred yards and then rolled an
other twenty-five.
aha! Not so bad, not so bad"
Arbuthnot chuckled. II might have
done worse"
"You bet you might" commented
the envious Bayard.
Rossiter struck his ball ciesnly and
1t went away singing.
DAYARD managed to pitch his ball
- out of the tall grass onto the fair
way; Milo sent his rolling forward
some seventy yards. Miio's whole
demeanor was doGged. The sunset,
he knew. would see his fate sealed.
Arbuthnot made q hne shot with
his cieek, landing the ball twenty
Ave feet his side OF bunker with
the hole not far beyond. while Ros-
sitter got to one side Of the bunker
with nice lie for q pitch to the
green. Then Bayard got in a good
iron shot, and Milo with unerring
accuracy but foriorn distance. pushed
his ball toward the green.
Both opponents made the green In
their next shots and paused to wait
for Milo and Bayard to come up.
Bayard swung with cold venom. It
was a screaming shot. The ball at
tanned a height OF about ten feet
and then went on a line.
THE best shot ever" Words
ended In a howl OF anger. For the
hurting pellet finally brought up to
the trap at the base of the bunker.
When Milo succeeded in driving his
ball into a similar position he came
up in time to witness Bayard strik-
ing at his ball rapidly and furiously.
Milo knew that he offered a new and
more tangible target for Bayard'sI
fury, and he held 1t to the presi-
dents credit that he choked down
whatever was in his mind.
Well pick up. Jenks." he said
coldiy, "and see what happens In the
next"
In the course to the second green
Bayard had better luck. He took
honors for his side In two holes,
thanks to hook that Rossiter had
developed. and his satisfaction was
30 great that he never gave his part
ner definite thought. which was we'll.
At the ninth hole Bayard and Milo
were six down. The eighth had been
one OF tho holes the bank president
had won.
jerks" he said. your game
ought to be croquet. Neuritis! Stun!
What you've got is palsy. You and
old Pudder! Well, let's see; where is
that ninth hole? Oh, yes. got to be
careful here"
He was right. The tee was bound
ed on the left by a dense wood, and
on the right by a wheatfeld.
Bayard took stance. and as he
swung. there came a clatter behind
him. Milo. in drawing his driver
from the bag, had pushed the recep-
tacle toward his caddy, who at the
moment had chanced to look away.
The bag of clubs thus had crashed to
the ground.
At that instant Bayard sliced his
ball cieanly into the woods.
well" The president turned and
saw the caddy picking the bag from
the ground. did you drop that.
boy?'
mo. didn't" asserted the urchin,
pointing at Milo. That man did"
"Mr. Bayard-" Milo jerks was
about to unleash all that had been
gathering in his soul when Bayard
raised his hand.
Never mind! Never mind" he
snarled. "For heavens sake, let me
play golf"
But the slice had evidently come
to stay. Bayard bombarded those
woods with six additional golf balls
before he gave up. Then he gave
vent to fervid metaphor.
TIN through" he concluded. "This
comes Of playing with duffer. Look
here. Jenks. where did you ever Get
your repu-"
"Bayard! Bayard" Arbuthnot's
voice was bellicose. "Just because
you are playing poorly, I object TO !
your knocking me out OF my game.
II keep on this way I'll lower my
best score by Ave holes. Go on. II
you're not q child. and play the game
out. Stop bawling your partner out.
It's all upsetting."
Child" Bayard bristied. "AIl right.
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