Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-03-02

their balls. with Tommy away-his drives
hadn't acquired much length, yet, and
wouldn't until he filled out-Tommy's
was in q heel mark, and he had TO put
back his brassie and use an iron. His
second was a fine shot. but short Of the
green. I looked at his face. and 1t was
fairly malignant. Steve messed his Sec
ond; it found a trap to the right Of the
green; then suddenly leaped out and
rolled down to within five feet Of the
pima crazy. lucky shot. Steve laughed,
n Tommy turned on him with a loo
OF sheer hatred in his eyes. He started
to speak; then bit off his words, and
Steve glanced at me, n whistled, under
his breath.
Tommy's short pitch was dead to the
hole; he had a safe four. But Steve had
a six foot putt for a three. and it looked
like his hole and a squared match. He
grinned as he addressed his ball.
How about it-give it to me?" he
asked.
Putt it out" said Tommy. That was
all right-but the way he said 1t wasn't.
And then Steve's club, swinging lightly
over the ball, Just grazed it; the ball
rocked in its nest OF close cropped turf
That's a stroke-you're playing fourl'
said Tommy. shrilly triumphant.
WHAT What do you mean, you
darned little crab?" said Steve.
And l had to butt In. too. 1t was
none of my business. OF course.
Here, boy-none Of that" 1 said. 1.-THE
ball didn't move"
1T did. under the ruleI" said Tommy.
II saw tt"
His voice was trembling with excited
anger.
"Oh, the devil-herei" Steve putted;
the ball dropped. Take your half-I1l
give you that one. If you want TO play
that way-all right"
why shouldn't ~ A rules a rule,
isn't it?" aid Tommy. Whats the
sense in having rules If you don't
Shut up-you little mucker!" said
Steve. You've had your way-going to
talk all day about it? Come on-drive!'
Tommy grew as red as q beet. He had
to fight hard to keep back both words
and tears-I could see that If Steve. who
was pretty young himself, couldn't. And
his drive from the sixteenth was as gor-
| geously bad q shot as ! ever saw. 1t went
out of bounds to the left In a magnif-
cent slice; his second. though 1t stayed
on the course. wasn't much better. He
took seven for the hole-and finished in
7-6--6, with Steve two up.
He turned on his heel without a word
to either Of us. on the eighteenth green,
and strobe off to the clubhouse. Steve,
flushed and angry. looked at me a mo-
ment. and then laughed. He was a
sunny. even tempered youngster as q
rule: I'd never seen him even ruffled
before.
"Sorry!' he said. But that kid GER
tainly gets my goatl'
you got his. I'd say" I suggested.
"Oh. surel" He laughed. That's the
way he is. though. He's all right as
long as he's ahead. But the first break
he gets against him sends him up, Just
that way-and he knews every filthy
technical rule they ever thought Of at
st. Andrews! Then, If you call him. the
way I did, didn't mean to, but he got
me sore, and l couldn't hold in-he gets
to brooding about his wrong and he's
through for the day"
Too bad" / said. HE ought to make
a great golfer"
Sure he ought-he's nearer to being
one right now than Ill ever be. Bui
he'll never go all the way till he doe.
something about his temper"
Copyright 1927: BY VIM. Almon Wolff.
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