ount, suppose that, because the ball is near the hole, you are bound
to run it down.

Forgive me for offering a piece of advice which ought to be superfluous
and is not. I have sometimes found ladies most culpably careless in the
matter of divots. It is a fundamental rule that, if in playing you cut
out a piece of turf, you or your caddy should replace it. Never, under
any circumstances, neglect this rule or allow your caddy to neglect it.
Nobody who consistently neglects this rule ought to be allowed on any
course.

A word as to clothing. I _have_ seen ladies playing in hats that rather
suggested the comparative repose of a croquet lawn on a hot summer's
day. But of course you only want good sense as your guide in this
matter. Ease without eccentricity should be your aim. Remember, too,
that whilst men like to play golf in old clothes, and often have a kind
of superstitious regard for some disgracefully old and dirty jacket, a
girl must not follow their example. Be sure, in any case, that your
boots or shoes are strong and water-tight.

[Sidenote: Keep your Heart up!]

Finally, keep your heart up! Golf is a game of moods and vagaries. It is
hard to say why one plays well one day and badly another; well, perhaps,
when in bad health, and badly when as fit as possible; well, perhaps,
when you have started expecting nothing, and badly when you have felt
that you could hit the ball over the moon. Why one may play well for
three weeks and then go to pieces; why one will go off a particular club
and suddenly do wonders with a club neglected; why on certain days
everything goes well--any likely putt running down, every ball kicking
the right way, every weak shot near a hazard scrambling out of danger,
every difficult shot coming off; and why on other days every shot that
can go astray will go astray--these are mysteries which no man can
fathom. But they add to the infinite variety of the game; only requiring
that you should have inexhaustible patience and hope as part of your
equipment. And patience is a womanly virtue.

[Sidenote: A mere oversight nearly wrecked two lives. Happily the
mistake was discovered before remedy had become impossible.]

Sunny Miss Martyn

A Christmas Story

BY

SOMERVILLE GIBNEY

"Goodbye, Miss Martyn, and a merry Christmas to you!"

"Goodbye, Miss Martyn; how glad you must be to get rid of us all! But I
shall remember you on Christmas Day."

"Goodbye, dear Miss Martyn; I hope