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"I meant the brook," I said. "The brook?" she exclaimed. "I am surprised, Mr. Smith! I had no idea that a confirmed golfer could find beauty in anything outside of a drive, brassie, approach or putt." "You malign us, Miss Harding," I declared, looking first in her eyes and then in her mirrored image in the water. "From where I stand that brook is the most lovely thing in the world, except except "
I carelessly remarked. "I should like to pay my respects to them." "They're about the hotel, I reckon," he said, taking his stance for a brassie shot. He made a very good one. "How's that, Smith?" he exclaimed. "My boy, I'm getting this game down fine! Old Tom has put me onto some new wrinkles. See that old cock line out that ball! Isn't he a wonder?" "I think I will go and call on them," I said.
Whipple holed out on his next try, adopting a wooden putter this time, and the score stood fifteen strokes each. The honor was West's, and he led off for End Hole with a beautiful brassie drive that cleared the first two bunkers with room to spare.
I should not care to play poker with him. I lined out a beauty, and then Harding returned to the attack. It took two strokes to get his ball out of the grass. On his fifth shot the ball had a good lie about ten yards from the lane fence. He smashed at it with a brassie, but drove too low. The ball hit a fence post and bounded back fully seventy-five yards. In five strokes he had not gained a foot.
"I tell you what you do," called West, leaning over. "You get a bit of a run and get up as high as you can, and try and catch hold of this stick; then I'll pull you up." The other obeyed, and succeeded in getting a firm hold of the brassie, but the rest was none so easy.
A man like you, if he would get wise, could swing a strong following." "Possibly," admitted Bobby dryly; "although I wouldn't enjoy it." "One-third of the members of the Traders' Club do not vote, more than half of the members of the Fish and Game and the Brassie do not vote, none of the members of the other clubs vote at all," went on Mr. Stone. "They ain't good citizens.
I forget the other twenty-five." Then the Partner of his Joys and Sorrows, with the accent on the Debit Side, would shoot twenty Grains of Asperin into him and plant him in the Flax. Next morning at Breakfast he would break it to her that the Brassie had developed too much of a Whip and he had decided to try a forty-inch Shaft.
But never mind, my lad, there's still Rocky Bunker ahead of us, and " West did not complete his remark, but his face took on a very determined look as he teed his ball. The last hole was in sight, and victory hovered overhead. Now, the distance from Lake Hole to the Home Hole is but a few yards over three hundred, and it can be accomplished comfortably in two long brassie drives.
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