"Yuss, I did," 'e ses, snappish like. "But it seems as 'ow 'is interfeering frend 'appened to look out of the club-'ouse when I was showing you that swing, and seed it all. Anuther time you can keep your winning smiles and your fat-'eaded hadvice to yourself, 'Enery Wilks!" 'e ses. I didn't answer 'im, remembering 'ow 'is 'uge progecting ears was tingling, but I ses to meself, "So much, 'Enery Wilks, for yumin gratitood!" * * * * * [Illustration: Mr. Mothdriver, the famous, yet absent-minded, golf-naturalist, invariably carries a butterfly-net in his golf-bag--for he agrees with Mr. Horace Hutchinson that some of the best entomological specimens can be captured in the course of playing the royal and ancient game.] * * * * * [Illustration: _Brer Rabbit._ "I suppose you haven't seen such a thing as a golf-ball about anywhere, have you?"] * * * * * [Illustration: _First Enthusiast._ "I say, will you play another round with me on Thursday?" _Second Enthusiast._ "Well, I'm booked to be married on that day--_but it can be postponed_!"] * * * * * [Illustration: THE GOLF STREAM.--Flows along the eastern coast of Scotland during the summer and autumn. (Vide _Report of British Association--Section V._).] * * * * * [Illustration: REAL ENJOYMENT.--_Non-Golfer_ (_middle-aged, rather stout, who would like to play, and has been recommended it as healthy and amusing_). "Well, I cannot see where the excitement comes in in this game!" _Caddie._ "Eh, mon, there's more swearing used over golf than any other game! D'ye no ca' that excitement?"] * * * * * V. A little success at golf, as I've notised, jenerally makes a man wish for more. Like the appertite of a young girl for chocerlates. I dunno if you remember that nice old Mister Giggington, of 'oom I told you. Under my skillfull gidance, and with the ade of a little inercent 'anky-panky, 'e kontrived to wander rarnd these 'ere links in an 'undred and twenty-nine. Well, ever since that serprising triemph, 'e 'as been 'ungering for fresh feelds to konker, as you might say. "I want to meet someone, 'Enery, as I can beat," 'e kep' saying, quite truckewlent like. "I don't pretend as 'ow I'm brillyent, but on my day I do fancy that there's wuss." "You keep on practising steddy, sir," was my invariable words, "and one of these days we shall see you winning cups and medils." As nice and kind an old jentleman as ever smashed a club is Mister Giggington, but I allus 'ave to 'andle 'im like eggs to prevent 'im losing 'art. I didn't think as 'ow even 'Enery Wilks would be able to grattify 'is 'armless ambishun, but the uther day I saw my chawnce.