There was no polo nor golf nor automobilesnot many carriages, a good tennis-court, where W. played regularly, and races every Sunday in August, which brought naturally a gay young crowd of all the sporting world.

I only wanted the liquor, and when I got it, I slid out as quickly as I could, and made my way over the golf-links to the Road.

I went straight across the golf-links.

This light should have been visible from the golf-links.

He sauntered to the rear, and looked out over the golf-links.

The snow has been trampled till it is one solid cake of ice, to the very edge of the golf-links.

" He ended by wandering down on the golf-links.

Yet he hung about the links for a long time, and finally ended by entering the house, and taking up his stand beneath the long, narrow window of the closet overlooking the golf-links.

I just fled and made my way as well as I could across the golf-links to a little hotel on Cuthbert Road, where I had been once before.

I was on the golf-links when this happened.

" Mr. Fox smiled an acrid smile, as he asked: "Whereabouts on the golf-links?

You have crossed them often?" "Yes, I play golf there all summer.

I was on the golf-links then.

Before he had half crossed the golf-links, the sense of what he had done stopped him in middle course, and, reckless of the oncoming storm, he turned his back upon the place he was making for, only to switch around again, as craving got the better of his curiosity, or of that deeper feeling to which my experienced opponent will, no doubt, touchingly allude when he comes to survey this situation with you.

Sought for almost immediately after the tragedy, it had not been found at the Cumberland place or on the golf-links.

"But with this idea of Zadok being the means of its transfer from The Whispering Pines to the house on the Hill, I felt the desire to look once more, and while court was in session this morning, I started a fresh searchthis time not on the golf-links.

One after another they walked up the gangway, filing into the passport-office and on into the Custom House, people of all sorts and all gradesSwedes, Germans, Finns, and Russiansuntil suddenly I caught sight of two figuresone a man in a big tweed traveling-coat and a golf-cap, and the other the slight figure of a woman in a long dark cloak and a woolen tam-o'-shanter.

They began smashing windows, burning country mansions, firing race-stands, damaging golf-greens, striking as hard as they could at the Tory idol of Property.

Her interior was like that of some huge hotel, with wide stairways and heavy balustrades, with elevators running up and down the height of nine decks out of her twelve; with swimming-pools, Turkish baths, saloons, and music-rooms, and a little golf-course on the highest deck.

BRYAN, DOROTHY M. Michael and Patsy on the golf links, by Dorothy & Marguerite Bryan.

Michael and Patsy on the golf links.

Golf's a big business.

Championship golf.

The Golf clinic.

In Scotland one may stalk one day, fish the next, and golf the third, but out here it is not so.