extra distance, leaving not much more than 70 yards to pitch. White took his trusty baffy for his second snd landed on the green about 20 fect from the Whitfiek had shown the strain in that hooked Jdrive and his opponent's certain four seemed to fascinate him, for he look-Jed up too soon and. topped his, approach.
He reddened with shame as he saw! his ball scoot over the green into the rough beyond. He had time, how-over, on his way over to it, to pall himself together, and it was with 8 foreed calm that he laid the ball up on the green with his heavy! niblick from a very bad place.
There was not much difference in the two balls but young White was! adjudged "away" and patted well past the hole in an apparent effort to sink it for a three. Whitfield felt the renewed lease and taking the line with infinite care, putted true to. ithe cup and tinkled home. 'The bos' looked up quickly and exclaimed, with evident sincerity, "Well done: joh! well done!" "He then addressed his ofvm ball and putting, it seemed, a trifle hurriedly—missed it; missed seven feet putt for the first time jin 80 holes. He strode' across to Whitfield and gripping his hand in his own small but hard strong one, and blushing and stammering, said "Liam so glad!"—Whitfield fughed and said "Thanks; it was a great game." He could' not help thinking that, of all the lies that runners up use in congratulating winners, White's "T'm so glad" was the most, unnecessarily Magrant he had heard of.
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