Evening star., 1925-11-01
THE LONG HOLE
BY p. G.. WODEHOUSE
A Striking Tale of Golf and Girl and Grief Galore.

the spectacle of Il man in Eolfcoat
and plus-four knickerbockers hacking
with niblck at the floor OF an auto
mobile was not long in collecting a
crowd of some dimensions. Three
messenger boys, four StenoSrapherS,
and gentleman in full evening dress
who obviously possessed or was friend
ly with some one who possessed
large private stock formed the nucleus
of It, and they were joined about
the time when Otis addressed the ball
in order to play his nine hundred and
fifteenth by six newsboys. IL char
ladies. and perhaps a dozeL assorted
loafers. all specializing with the live
liest interest as to which particular
asylum had had the honor of shelter
ing Otis before he had contrived to
elude the vigilance of his custodians
There was something in the way the
man spoke that I did not like. His
mildness seemed to me suspicious.
He had the air of n man who has
something up his sleeve. / was still
musng on this when Otis called to
me impatiently 10 get In. l did so, and
we drove off.
Otis had prepared for some such
contingency. He suspended his activ-
tiles with the niblick. and calmly
proceeded to draw from his pocket a
large poster which he proceeded to
hang over the side of the car. 1t read:
COME
TO
McCLUNG
and MACDONALD
1O1S West 49th Street
for
ALL GOLFING
SUPPLIES
His knowledge OF psychology had
not misled him. Directly they gather
ed that he was advertising something,
the crowd declined to look at it; they
melted away, and Otis returned to
his work in solitude.
He wds taking a we'll earned rest
after playing his eleven hundred and
fifth, nice niblick-shot with lots of
wrist behind II, when out of Forty
fifth street there trickled a weary
looking golf ball. followed in the order
named by Rollo Bingham. resolute but
giving a trifle at the knees, and Ru-
pert Bailey, on "A bicycle. The latter
on whose face and limbs the mud
had dried, made an arresting spec.
taCle.
What are you playing" inquired
Eleven hundred" said Rupert. I'VE
got into a casual dog"
"A casual dog
Yes, just before the bridge. We
were coming along nicely, when
stray dog grabbed our nine hundred
and ninety eighth and took II nearly
back To Flushing, and we had TO start
all over again. How are you making
out?"
I'VE have just played our eleven
hundred and fifth. A nice even game"
l looked at Rollo's ball, which was
lying close TO the curb You are
away. l think. Your shot. bingham" ="
Rupert Bailey suggested breakfast
He was a man who was altogether
too fond of creature comforts. He had
not the true golfing spirit.
Breakfast"' | exclaimed
] was surprised when Rollo Bing-
ham supported the suggestion. He
was so near holing out that | should
have supposed that nothing would
have kept him from finishing the
match But he agreed heartily
Breakfast" he said, rs an ex-
cellent idea. You so along in. want
TO buy a paper"
WE went into the hotel. and a few
minutes larer he joined us.
Then we filed out of the hotel, Otis
Jukes leading. When l had passed
through the swing.doors. I found him
gazing perplexedly up and down the
street.
What is the natter" I asked.
It's gone"
What has gone?"
The car