The story of his calamities and of his undoing is feebly indicated by his score, which was as follows:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Out— 19 11 5 7 12 9 8 16 14—101
In—- 8 6 10 5 7 7 11 5 12— 71
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Total —172
Miss Harding made it in 116, and with a reasonable amount of luck I am sure she would have done much better. I played a rattling good game, completing the round in 80, which is the best score I have made this season.
I put it all over Carter, who had made me a side bet of the dinners for the four of us that his individual score would be better than mine.
Miss Harding won an automobile which will cost not less than $15,000; I won fifty-six dozen golf balls, enough to last me two years; Carter lost a dinner which I thoroughly enjoyed, and Mr. Harding lost his temper, but I will give him credit for finding it the moment the game was over.
He laughed as if it were the greatest joke in the world.
"You threw me down, Kid," he said to Miss Harding, "but I'll forgive you. You get the buzz wagon and Smith gets a cartload of balls, but I'll tell you one thing, and that is this: I'm going to learn how to hit one of those blamed balls in the nose every time I swipe at it, even if I have to resign the presidency of the R.G. & K. railroad."
I can see that the golf microbe has marked him for a shining victim.