Evening star., 1925-11-01

| at liberty, I gather. to move it
wherever you darn please. Besides,
what is all this about moving hazards?
| | have a perfect right TO go for a
| morning. row, haven't /? If / were
| to ask my doctor. he would probably
actually recommend ii. l am going
| to row my boat across the sound. If
| it happens to have my ball on board,
| that's not my affair. III play ii from
where it lies. Am | right in saying
| that the rules enact that the ball shall
| be played from where ii lies?"
Very well. then" said Rollo. after
we admitted that he was. Don't let
| us waste any more time. We will wait
| for you at Flushing"
| He addressed his ball, and drove a
| beauty over the trees. 1t flashed out
| of sight in the direction of the seven
| teenth tee. Otis and / made our way
down the hill to play our second.
1t is a curious trait Of the human
mind that. however little personal in
| terest one may have in the result. it
| is impossible to prevent oneself taking
| sides in any event of n competitive ma
ture. had embarked on this affair in
"A purely neutral spirit, not caring
which of the two won, and only sorry
| that both could not lose. Yet as the
morning wore on / found myself al
most unconsciously becoming distinct
| ly pro-Jukes. / did not like the man.
] objected to his face, his manners
and the color of his tie. Yet there
was something in the dogged way in
which he struggled against adversely
which touched me and won my grudg-
| ing support. Many men. ! felt, having
been SO out-ma neuNered at the start.
would have given up the contest in
! despair: but Otis Jukes. for all his de
| fects. had the soul of true golfer.
He declined to give up. In silence he
backed his ball through the rough till
he reached the highroad: and then.
| having played u, set himself resolute-
| ly to propel il to New York.
And so we passed through Bayside
| in silence and started TO cover that
| long stretch of road which ends in the
| railway bridge and the gentle descent
into Flushing.
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OTIS was not doing badly. He was
at least keeping them straight
And in the circumstances straiGhtnesS
| was to be preferred to distance Soon
after leaving Little Neck he had be
come ambitious and had used his
brassey with disastrous results, Slic-
ing his tifty-third into the rough on
| the right of the road. 1t had taken
Ilill ~ Will tue ~ ~ H' ftiN II ~
| the car tracks, and this had taught
him prudence. He was now using his
putter for every shot, and except
when he got trapped In the croSS-lines
at the top of the hill just before reach
ing Bayside, he had been in no serious
difficulties.
At the top of the slope that drops
down into FlusinS Main street he
paused.
II think 1 might try my brassey
again here" he said. II have nice
| lie"
rs it wise?" | said.
What I was thinking he said.
"was that with luck | might wing that
man Bingham. | see he is standing
right out in the middle of the fair
way
/ followed his gaze. 1t was perfect
ly true. Rollo Bingham was leaning
on his bicycle in the roadway. smok-
ing a cigarette. Even at his distance
one could detect the mans disgusting
ly complacent expression. Rupert
Bailey was sitting with his back
against the door of the Flushing
garage, looking rather used up. He
was a man who liked to keep him
! self clean and tidy. and it was plain
that the cross-country trip had done
| him no good. He seemed to be scrap
| ing mud off his face. | learned later
| that he had had the misfortune to fall
into a ditch just beyond Rayside.
NO" said Otis. ''On second
thought, the safe game is the one TO
play I'll stick to the putter'
We dropped down the hill. and pres
emily came up with the opposition. /
| had not been mistaken in thinking
that Rollo looked complacent. The
man was smirking