Evening star., 1923-07-01

we'll see how you get on. Shall
take the honor?"
She drove off one OF those fair-to-
medium balls which go with a twelve
Handicapped q great length. but nice
and straight.
Splendid" cried Rolio, devoutly.
''Oh. don't know" said Mary. IT
wouldn't call 1t anything special"
| Titanic emotions were surging in
Rollo's bosom as he addressed his
| ball.
"Oh. Mary-Mary." he breathed to
himself as he swung.
You. who sQuander your golden
youth fooling about on bowling
green. will not understand the magic
Of those three words. But IL you were
a golfer, you would realize that in
selecting just that invocation to
| breathe to himself Rollo Podmarsh
had hit by sheer accident on the ideal
method Of achieving a fine drive Let
me explain. The f1rst two words.
tensely breathed. are just sufficient
| to take a man with the proper slow
ness to the top Of his swing: the first
syllable of the second Mary" exactly
| comedies with the striking OF the
ball; and the final Try" takes care Of
the follow through. The consequence
| was that Rollo's ball. instead Of hop
ping down the hill like an embar-
rassed duck. sang of the tee with a
| scream like a shell and came to rest
| within easy distance of the green.
For the first time in his golfing life.
RolIo Podmarsh had hit a nifty.
Mary followed the balls fight with
astonished eyes.
But this will never do" she ex-
| claimed. "I can't possibly start you
two up II you're going to do this sort
| OF thing"
Rollo blushed.
'T shouldn't think It would happen
again." he said. 1--WE never done a
drive like that before"
| But 1t must happen again." said
Mary firmly. This Is evidently your
day. II you don't get round in under
q hundred today, shall never for
| give you"
Rollo shut his eyes and his lips
moved feverishly. He was register
ing q VOW that, come what might. he
would not fail her. A minute later
he was holing out in 8, one under
bogey.
THE second hole is the short lake.
| i hole. Bogey is and Rollo
generally did 1t In Z, for 1t was his
custom not to count any balls he
i might sink in the water. but to start
afresh with the one which happened
| to get over and then take puts.
| But today something seemed to tell
him that he would not require the
aid Of this ingenious system. AS he
took his mashie from the bag he
| knew that his first shot would soar
successfully onto the green.
| "Ah, Mary!" he breathed as he
| swung. t--
| will explain that in altering and
shortening his soliloquy at this
juncture, Rollo had done the very
thing any good pro would have
recommended. "Ah, Mary" was
exactly right for q half-swing with
the mashie His ball shot up in a
beautiful arc and trickled to within
six inches Of the hole.
| Mary was delighted. There vas
something about this big, dif1dent
man which had appealed from the first
to everything in her that was
motherly.
"Marvelousl' she said. you'll get
two. Five for the first two holes!
Why, you simply must get"round in
under a hundred now" She swung,
but too lightly, and her ball fell IN
the water. 'T'll give 'yeu this" she
said, without. the slightest chagrin,
for this girl had beautiful nature.
| Let's get on to the third. -Four up!
Why, you're wonderful" -,
Not to weary you with too much
detail. I will simply remark that,
stimulated by her gentle encourages
ment, Roily Podmarsh actually came
off the ninth green with a medal
score of forty-six for the half-round.
with the easier half of the course be-
fore him. He tirgled all over-partly
because he was wearing the, new win
| ter wooliies to which / have alluded
+! previously, but principally owing to
triumph, citation and love-
| Mary uttered an exciamation..~,.
| "Oh, I've just rememberedw;. she
exclaimed. Il promised to write@last
night to- Jane Simpson and give her
/ that new formula rur ..ail..-lis
jumpers think I'll phone her now
from the clubhouse, and thensh'H be
or my mind: You go on to the tenth,
and I'll join you there"
Rollo proceeded over the brow of
the hill to the tenth tee. and was I'LL
/ ing In the time with practice swings
when he heard his name spoken.
l "Good gracious RoIlo! cculdA't
believe It was you ct drsts