tually
receiving the ceremonial beating which was her due. And the neighbors
pricked up their ears and chuckled, and said the Indian for "Squirrel
Eyes is getting what was coming to her."

Maybe Andramark didn't sleep that night, and maybe he did. And all the
dreams that he dreamed were pleasant, and he got the best of everybody
in them, and he woke next morning to a pleasant smell of broiling shad,
and lay on his back blinking and yawning, and wondering why of all the
little girls in the village Tassel Top alone had not used her whip on
him.

THE BATTLE OF AIKEN

At the Palmetto Golf Club one bright, warm day in January they held a
tournament which came to be known as the Battle of Aiken. Colonel Bogey,
however, was not in command.

Each contestant's caddie was provided with a stick cleft at one end and
pointed at the other. In the cleft was stuck a square of white
card-board on which was printed the contestant's name, Colonel Bogey's
record for the course, the contestant's handicap, and the sum of these
two. Thus:

A. B. Smith
78 + 9 = 87

And the winner was to be he who travelled farthest around the links in
the number of strokes allotted to him.

Old Major Jennings did not understand, and Jimmy Traquair, the
professional, explained.

"Do you know what the bogey for the course is?" said he. "It's
seventy-eight. Do you know what your handicap is? It's twenty."

Old Major Jennings winced slightly. His handicap had never seemed quite
adequate to him.

"Well?" he said.

"Well," said Jimmie, who ever tempered his speech to his hearer's
understanding, "what's twenty added to seventy-eight?"

"Eighty-eight--ninety-eight," said old Major Jennings (but not
conceitedly).

"Right," said Jimmie. "Well, you start at the first tee and play
ninety-eight strokes. Where the ball lies after the ninety-eighth, you
plant the card with your name on it. And that's all."

"Suppose after my ninety-eighth stroke that my ball lies in the pond?"
said old Major Jennings with a certain timid conviction. The pond hole
is only the twelfth, and Jimmie wanted to laugh, but did not.

"If that happens," he said, "you'll have to report it, I'm afraid, to
the Green Committee. Who are you going around with?"

"I haven't got anybody to go around with," said the major. "I didn't
know there was going to be a tournament till it was too late to ask any
one to play with me."

This conversation took place in the ne