e been wondering ever since if
it had become a fad with you."

"Has it?" laughed my visitor; "well, I should rather say it had. The
fact is, it has been a great boon to the country. You remember my
telling you of the projected revolution led by Cromwell, and Caesar, and
the others?"

"I do, very well," said I, "and I have been intending to ask you how it
came out."

"Oh, everything's as fine and sweet as can be now," rejoined Boswell,
somewhat gleefully, "and all because of golf. We are all quiet along the
Styx now. All animosities are buried in the general love of golf, and
every one of us, high or low, autocrat and revolutionist, is hobnobbing
away in peace and happiness on the links. Why, only six weeks ago,
Apollyon was for cooking Bonaparte on a waffle iron, and yesterday
the two went out to the Cimmerian links together and played a mixed
foursome, Bonaparte and Medusa playing against Apollyon and Delilah."

"Dear me! Really?" I cried. "That must have been an interesting match."

"It was, and up to the very last it was nip-and-tuck between 'em," said
Boswell. "Apollyon and Delilah won it with one hole up, and they got
that on the put. They'd have halved the hole if Medusa's back hair
hadn't wiggled loose and bitten her caddie just as she was holeing out."

"It is a remarkable game," said I. "There is no sensation in the world
quite equal to that which comes to a man's soul when he has hit the ball
a solid clip and sees it sail off through the air towards the green,
whizzing musically along like a very bird."

"True," said Boswell; "but I'm rather of the opinion that it's a safer
game for shades than for you purely material persons."

"I don't see why," I answered.

"It is easy to understand," returned Boswell. "For instance, with us
there is no resistance when by a mischance we come into unexpected
contact with the ball. Take the experience of Diogenes and Solomon at
the St. Jonah's Links week before last. The Wiseman's Handicap was
on. Diogenes and Simple Simon were playing just ahead of Solomon and
Montaigne. Solomon was driving in great form. For the first time in his
life he seemed able to keep his eye on the ball, and the way he sent it
flying through the air was a caution. Diogenes and Simple Simon had both
had their second stroke and Solomon drove off. His ball sailed straight
ahead like a missile from a catapult, flew in a bee-line for Diogenes,
struck him at the base of his brain, continued on th