Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-07-26

and then Fairview had closed the gap. AS the
shadows were beginning to lengthen they were
running neck and neck with only q few pairs
of players left to come in.
Ockepockees and Fairviews by now hard
breathing and f1ame-eyed, quit the score board
and surged to the eighteenth green. The
Fairvi-w club house stands on an elevation.
The eighteenth green is set just below 1t, part
way down the slope. This final hole differs
from nearly all other golf course final holes.
Whereas most final holes are an endurance
test, stretching cut a quarter mile more
in length, the final at Fairview is q one
shotter.
But what a one-shotter The weary I'm
isher stands on one emnence and shoots across
a valley of despair to the small green hanging
suspended on the farther slope, hedged about
with yawning sand traps and tall pines.
Around this green island of hope in . sea
Of despair g3thered Fairviews and Ockepockees
and watched their remaining champions make
hacking swings from the tee and come stag
gering down, across and up.
\A/ID yells from Fairview. Their man had
w done It'll They were ahead. Ensuing
screeches from the ckepockees as the next
two Fairviews made CHASTITY failure in their own
Sandtraps.
Ockepockee was ahead. How much ahead?
How much? BY half point. Half a point!
Ahead by half point and and all the
players were in.
Ockepockee had won't
But wait. Wait! Wasn't there some one
else? Hadn't some one been overlooked?
Yes! Gilead Wetherby and the terrible awful
OF Ockepockee. Oh, my gosh! For the cham
pionship to hinge on them!
They were still out somewhere on the course.
Or maybe they had quit. Wild hope from the
Ockepockees Agonizing despair from the Fair
views.
A voice, announcing that they were still go
ing at the fifteenth. Another wait And then,
acl oSS the vale, beyond the Sunset-shadowed
last tee, figures approaching.
An Ockepockee onlooker unable to indure
the strain, dashed down across the vale and
up to the tee. He made whispering demand of
o cadoie:
How they stand?"
"-An even"
The Ockepockee messenger made wig-wag
back to the green. All even! All even and
one to go.
rastling sigh went the galleryA The
Ockepockees did little step dances OF JOY II
their terrible-awful only tied-did not more
than tie-they would win!
The Fairvievs staggered funeral feet.
Not chance, not chancei Unless their man
won. And that man was Gilead Wetherby
A player took ste nee on the tee across the
vac.
Which one is it?" rose loud demand
1t was the Ockepockee standard-bearer
Terrible awful indeed had this gentleman been
for all of II holes and the soaring memory of
those holes was with him as he took stance on
the eighteenth tee. One chance left, and he'd
show EN-. Now for it!
Into this one shot the terrible awful gentle
man put all that man should put. And the
result was Frank Merriwell Across the vale
the ball sped, high and true. to drop down.
down upon the green cruelty hedged about
with trees and sand, to strike upon smooth
greensward, to bounce, to give spent kick to.
die To stop dead few spans away from the
hole.
The Ockepockees broke into a roar, which
they instantly stilled. 1t was over A miracle
had happened cinch two. If the Fairview
old man could tie that with an equal miracle
just let him? Miracles don't happen twice
So, Gilead Wetherby stepped to the tee
Gilead Wetherby had carried the Wetherby
Stove Co. through the smash of '07, when for
while it looked though he wouldn't have
two dimes to rub together. But this golf tour
nament had been too much for him. More