The next day was disastrous for Scotland.~Nine years ago we had three of the semi-finalists and a Scottish final; our best- in the event. But now one by one our little band went sadly out—Mr. W. J. Hunter, badly beaten; Mr. Gordon Lockhart, fighting well but putting sadly; and Mr. G. C. Man-ford and Mr. Gordon Simpson, completing the doleful list. Had there been the lion rampant flying over the Honourable Company's club: house some one would surely have lowered it to half mast.
Mr. Gordon Lockhart put up a stiff struggle against the American Mr. Gardner. But for the greater part of the round he was one hole down, though never more than that. He missed putts of four feet on three greens, and these lost chances made all the difference in the match Mr. Hunter was completely outplayed by the Hon. Michael Scott. Mr. Manford, usually strong in his long game, was here just at his weakest, and fell to Mr. G. L. Mellin. And Mr. Gordon Simpson also went down, though for a bit he seemed to have taken the measure of Mr. Tolley.
The final match was marked by a fine sense of sportsmanship, and strip ingly illustrated the charm and ceaseless sur] of the game. Mr. Gardner's chances were reckon: ed slightly better before the match began, and with one round finished and a two holes lead they had not at any rate receded. But early in the second round there came a turn of fortune. Mr, Tolley got the American square at the fifth, and began to play with a confidence that sent the drooping spirits up with a Bound. He had lost the 16th in the morning; he never lost another hole for 16 holes. Mainly. the change was in the putting. Mr. Tolley never putted badly, except at the seventh hole. Now he sent his long run-ups to four feet from the hole, and crisply and confidently he' put them down. Mr. Gardner, on the other hand, was sure of nothing, and putted ' nervously and without the conviction that he usually shows. So he missed his chances, and from being two holes down, Mr. Tolley at the 14th was three holes up. Then he in turn struck a dismal patch. He lost three of the last four holes, and had to go out again. When he holed the winning putt he seemed to want to shout and jump his own height in the air.
Had he done so, who would have blamed him? He has the frame of a giant, but he is just a boy. He checked himself, however, and let the crowd do all the shouting; just straightened his big, broad shoulders, threw back his head, and as if to say "Well, that's that," made towards the clubhouse.
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